Mushroomkit gave a little huff as the elder pushed her paw away from Dovekit, it wasn't as if she was being too rough or anything but she ducked her head a little bit anyways, "Okay, sorry Mudburr." The mention of the playden had the kitten's mood returning to as it was before and she quickly stood up ready to follow after the Elder out of the den, "Why do we have to talk in the playden?" As she padded along the elder's side, she only paused for a moment, before catching back up with a bound forward, "Well yeah, it isn't a bad thing to be curious. I was just asking a question Dovekit, I don't see why we couldn't talk about... don't interrupt me, it's rude." The kitten stuck her tongue out with a small glare at the nothingness at her other side.
"OOo yeah! Mudburr! Is this a secret! Is that why we can't learn about Shadowclan in the elder's den? Dovekit says that it's a secret and that's why we gotta hide in the nursery! After all if there were hidden non Shadowclan' cats, why would they be in the nursery!" The kitten seemed proud at her conclusion even though it was based on her sister's words. Then with a wag of her bobbed tail, the kitten's expression turned more serious, "What if there was a hidden Thunderclan cat in Shadowclan right now! That's a scary thought, but you would be able to get them, right Mudburr? You would be like bang, scratch, bite! Because you were a warrior and stuff, I wouldn't be able to do much... oh, maybe Dovekit could bore them to death with how much she likes napping!" Mushroomkit squealed with laughter and even winced a little, "Dovekit, Mudburr said no hitting remember!"
Quietmouth cocked his head at the kit. They didn't know he was both mute and deaf. He pointed to his ear, then shook his head. Hoping they would figure it out, even though they were a kit, or that someone would come over and tell them.
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Re: ShadowClan Nursery
Willowkit
(Pale ginger tom with darker flecks)
He/him, 2 moons, Shadowclan kit
"Hm?" Willowkit mewed. He looked at the cat. He sat down and thought. "Oh! You must be deaf too." He motioned to his ear with his tail and then shook his head. "Can you hear me?"
The warrior continued the ride for a bit until she crouched to let the two kit's off. "Woah, you two are getting heavy!" she joked. Tinywolf was unsure when they would be apprentice, but they didn't look that young. "Wanna learn how to hunt or fight?" she asked, glancing over to Nightkit as well.
Questions? The kit paused for a moment to think, unsure if the other kitten had any. Was he supposed to come prepared with questions? Cowkit flicked his ears nervously before mumbling. "Why do the clans need to fight. Why can't we all work together?" It didn't make sense to him atleast.
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Originally Posted by Fairytale
ꙮ Honeykit ꙮ
Honeykit, bored, batted at a piece of moss she’d found on the ground. This was no fun. She glanced up, hoping that one of her big siblings showed up to play with her, especially Foxy, but no luck. However, she did spot a big cat and two other kits sitting and talking together… it must be a lesson! The she-kit had watched a few lessons from afar, but never enough to learn anything. Maybe she would go this time…?
The kit stood and took an unsure step forward. Was she allowed to join? They’d already started talking, too…
Honeykit had a brief image of the queen sending her away, the other kits laughing at her. It was almost enough to make her stay away, but she really really really wanted to know what they were talking about. Taking a deep breath in, she scampered over and slunk up next to one of the kits without a word, staring shyly at the queen.
Mushroomkit had been messing around with her sister, bored with the other napping and being boring rather than playing like most kits, when the sound of Nightshiver's words drifted into the russet kits half floppy ears. A history lesson? While it wasn't quite a game, Mushroomkit did like learning new things. Especially things about her clan! It was fun and exciting and so Mushroomkit took to batting at the air in front of her as though tapping on a sleeping cat, but there was no one there, "Dovekit! There's a history lesson! Come on or we're gonna miss it." A pause, "Nooo you just gotta come with! It'll be so much fun!... and also I don't like being away from you for very long."
Begrudgingly, the very-real and existing Dovekit followed after Mushroomkit as the cheery kit led them over to sit by the other kits already settled near the forever queen. "Hello Nightshiver, can me and Dovekit listen! I have all sorts of questions about history stuff!" The words came out more less like a question and more of a letting-you-know in tone, especially with how the kit settled in before the queen can respond. Just as quickly, Mushroomkit launched into a tirade of questions without stop, with a sister as sleepy as Dovekit, you find yourself spending a lot of time thinking and questioning about your clan... or maybe that was just her, whatever!
"Who were the leaders before Dawnstar? Isn't Dawnstar really super duper old, how many deputies has she had? I overheard a cat talking about how our med-i-cin-y cats are turning out to be like Riverclan, what does that mean? Is it bad? I hope not, because I like Sleepysunrise, she's kind of scary but I think she's just like Dovekit-" As she brought up her sister, Mushroomkit finally paused and turned to the empty space to her right flank, as though giving attention to someone that had started speaking, her ears flicking to match. Her ears always gave away if she was really listening or not. "Ooooohhh! That's a really good question, Dovekit! I also wanna know of any important battles Shadowclan has had! That sounds so exciting- if a lil scary."
Nightshiver
[ 63 moons | She / Her | Shc Forever Queen | Kitty Softpaws T1 ]
Oh, how lovely! She didn’t often get questions at the start of a lesson, but Nightshiver was delighted whenever she did. As Cowkit posed the first of the few questions, the queen noticed another little listener joining them. She looked a little shy, so she decided not push any particular attention on the kitten, instead giving Honeykit a warm and welcoming smile. The next question came, and by then another young one had decided to join them: this time one that was a bit louder. She gave them a smile as well; “Of course. Er-”
She was about to question where this Dovekit was, not recalling any kittens by that name, but Mushroomkit was fast with her questions. How peculiar. She had noticed Mushroomkit’s behaviour towards a seeming non-existent cat before, but never quite from up close. She would have to keep an eye on this. Flicking an ear, Nightshiver swept her gaze over the gathered kittens.
“Those are… are all… very good.. questions. To start.. us off… with a few.. simple… ones; There were… many leaders… before..before Dawnstar, too many… for me… to know. But, Dawnstar’s predecessor… was.. Icestar, and her predecessor.. was named… Windystar, I believe. Don’t… don’t let her hear.. you call her.. old-”
She giggled, “-But Dawnstar… must have had… about four deputies…. before...before Mistlewhisker.”
She then smiled, being happy to hear some like the young medic, much like she did. Lightly, she shook her head. “RiverClan… has.. has a history… of losing… High Ranks, at this time. That causes… instability in..in a clan, but I wouldn’t… wouldn’t say… that is happening… to us.”
She glanced towards Cowkit, preparing to answer his question. Her expression grew a little melancholic. “Unfortunately… there are… often… complications. Stealing… territory, arguments… skirmishes… We fight.. to defend our… our home and lives. Sometimes… we work… we work together, but help… often comes… at a cost. Keeping… our clan… safe can be… difficult when… everyone… has their own… plans and ideas… of what is right… and how things… should be. That is how… conflict arises, and why… the clans don’t… always agree.”
She glanced at Mushroomkit. “Conflict… and skirmishes…, these arguments, often lead to… battles. When trouble culminates, drastic measures… can be taken, and every clan… can fall victim… to it. Such as when…. WindClan drove us… out…, leading us… to the camp… just before...before this one. We lost… Icestar shortly… shortly after the attack… to a.. a… wayward… warrior, and Dawnstar… who had only just… been named deputy… stepped up to lead us… to a new home… a rebuild. Nonetheless… ShadowClan holds… a proud reputation… in the forest.”
This time she glanced towards Porcupinekit, a wry smile on her face. She hadn’t received this question before. “The start… of ShadowClan is… blurry… even...even to me. But I remember… an old kit’s tale… the elders used… to tell me. It spoke of how… the clans originally… formed…, and how originally… there were only… three clans: ShadowClan… unlike the rest… formed after a feud… broke out.. and a group… split from their original… clan… to form their own… clan. ShadowClan, for… some time…, was seen as… fake, but as… we always have… ShadowClan… build up its reputation… as a proper clan… among the rest.”
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Originally Posted by Spider
»»—— ► Fishpaw| Shc | She/Her | Apprentice ◄——««
" - When you’re going to change the world, don’t ask for permission. - "
Fishpaw leaned into Nightshiver not speaking for a moment while she looked down at her paws, nightshiver was proud of her? She was proud? Why? Why was she proud? Wasnt she upset that she scarred her face? Traumatized her, hurt her, It was honestly surprising that Nightshiver was still proud of her…yeah. Fishpaw sighed and laid her head down onto her paws “thank you ma” she said closing her eyes
Nightshiver
[ 63 moons | She / Her | Shc Forever Queen | Kitty Softpaws T1 ]
Hm? The queen turned her mismatched gaze on Fishpaw, leaning in to nuzzle her cheek. “Is.. something.. wrong?”
The queen asked her daughter, lifting her nose to begin grooming Fishpaw’s shoulder as a subtle sign of affection. “You can… speak to me… always.”
She spoke gently, not intending to push Fishpaw into sharing anything she didn’t want.
The apprentice flicked his ear carefully as he popped his head into the nursery, an area quite unfamiliar to him now. New kits, new queens, a d the old ones mostly gone. The world keeps going though, and LionPaw was an apprentice twice now. One thing was always the same though, and he was grateful for that. “Hey ma.” he said with a soft smile, his tail flicked in greeting as he approached her and nuzzled his head to her shoulder. NightShiver was the best. Always would be. And he’d go through hell to make her happy as the last remaining of his litter.
Nightshiver
[ 63 moons | She / Her | Shc Forever Queen | Kitty Softpaws T1 ]
“Lionpaw!”
The queen was surprised to see her son, and a bright smile spread across her face the moment she did. Getting up, she padded over to him, returning his affection by giving the top of his head a few licks to chase down wayward strands of hair. She purred, stepping back to take Lionpaw in in full. He had grown. “You’ve… grown.”
She smiled. “How… are you? How...how is.. training?”
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Originally Posted by Watson.
Shiverkit. She/her - ShadowClan - Kit.
The she-kit tilted her fluffy head to the side, in her yellow eyes, unexplainable trust sparked.
Shiverkit nodded subtly. "Yes... I'm better." Her voice was still a bit raspy, but she certainly didn't carry the scent of sickness on herself.
Still, Shiverkit looked too small for her age, and the only thing that made her look sturdier was her fluffed up coat. Under that, awfully scrawny and bony.
Maybe the other kits stole her food, or maybe she was too cautious and feared she might get beaten easily and get her fresh-kill stolen by the others. Too afraid, too cautious, too paranoid.
Nightshiver
[ 63 moons | She / Her | Shc Forever Queen | Kitty Softpaws T1 ]
Oh, the darling. Nightshiver purred in response. “I’m glad… to hear… as such. We are.. ha..happy… to have… you back.”
She smiled, leaning down to give the kitten’s cheek and affectionate nudge. Ah, she was a bit thin, wasn’t she? Maybe she wasn’t feeling well enough to eat properly during her medicine cat’s den stay, oh dear. Nightshiver would have to scold the medic if she wasn’t feeding her patients properly, Nightshiver jokingly thought to herself. Looking back up at Shiverkit with a smile, the queen spoke again; “Are you… hungry? We could.. get a bite… to eat.”
[ I believe she’s an apprentice now? If so, we can wrap this up here < 3 ]
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Originally Posted by Daragca
Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Enforcer | 44 moons Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2 The Dancing Bird
Owlthroat found himself returning her smile, it wasn’t quite as gentle but there was real warmth behind it. It just looked out of place on his typically brooding face. Her congratulations was well received but it wasn’t his alone to claim. ”I came to thank you, Nightshiver, they’re doing better than ever.” He moved closer, finding an open spot to rest his haunches down. ”So much of that congratulations belongs to you, you’ve kept them happy, healthy and determined little things.” The large tom chuckled, they certainly were a bunch of rascals, already getting up to no good.
He paused, remembering what he came here for. ”I have, well, a gift. If you’d accept it?” His soft spot for the forever queen was enduring, he could never repay what she did. So he’d awkwardly present himself now and again, he’d make sure of that. With either company, prey or something unique like he had today, he’d fight her battles if asked. She’d involuntarily become family whether she’d know it by that label or not.
Nightshiver
[ 63 moons | She / Her | Shc Forever Queen | Kitty Softpaws T1 ]
He looked a little awkward or out of place to others, but to Nightshiver, all she saw was a gentle and caring father. A soft purr rumbled in her throat, a small chuckle following. He was being so kind, the older feline could hardly accept his compliments. She looked at him fondly. “You are… too generous… towards me. But I am.. so happy… they are… happy and.. healthy. That is… what is most… important… to me.”
She pondered, eyes glazing over as she looked down and remembered the young she had lost, and the young she never got the chance to raise. She was so, so happy this litter had gone okay.
Her eyes lifted back towards Owlthroat when he spoke again, eyes widening in surprise. “A..gift?”
She repeated, a warm feeling coming to her face. “It… truly isn’t… necessary. Taking care… of the young… is my duty… and I love… doing it.”
Although, she had to admit she was curious. Ah, how silly of her. “But… I am intrigued, if… if you wish… to share.”
At her shrill yelp, Cuckookit stops immediately. He's not able to really make out what had happened, but he knows it probably wouldn't have if he didn't try jumping on her just now. Oh. There's a twinge of guilt in his chest, a new feeling, and all it makes him want to do in that moment is make sure that the nest-tiger is okay. He didn't really want to battle her. They're too little. He blinks at her as she hunkers into a crouch anyway, looking like she's just gonna keep going, looking like...she's...is she saying something? Cuckookit squints. It's hard for him to see, but he's pretty sure her mouth moved. Maybe he just didn't hear her.
"I didn't hear that. I'm sorry. Did you get hurt?" He asks, watching her ease onto her side, hearing her low noises of discomfort. That doesn't sound very good. Cuckookit's just about to climb back into his playmate's nest to get her queen when the big, pale shape moves into view.
"I'm okay. She isn't." Cuckookit cranes to try and look. A big white tail has swept around the nest-tiger but he still goes up on tiptoe and squints his foggy baby blues again to try and see her. "How do I make her feel better?"
~~~> Vixen’Kit ~~~~> The Intelligent Vixen
| PLEASE NOTE THAT VIXENKIT IS MUTE! |
Nightshiver was there quick, asking Vixen if Vixen and Cuckoo were ok, surprising Vixen. She pointed her nose to her hind left paw, whimpering as she stood again, lifting it clear from the ground. How did you hurt yourself by tripping over the edge of your nest?! She thought. A rush of anger ran over her, making her want to claw up everything in her path. Her tiny claws bug deep into the ground as she slapped the Tom kit she’d played with with an accusing stare, growling out of spite this time. You’re why I tripped! She thought, hissing.
She didn’t want to be near the kit. All she wanted was to… well.. she didn’t know what she wanted to do anymore. Vixen sat back down, whimpering once again as pain streaked through her leg. It wasn’t as bad as it was when she stood but she still couldn’t bear it. You did this! You caused me to get hurt! She mouthed to him, her “words” ended with a louder growl. The playful attitude she’d shown was long gone, replaced with hatred. If this cat wanted to be friends, now he’d have to prove he was sorry. Comforting her was going to cut it.
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Mention(s)
Cuckookit | @nyme
Nightshiver | @Estelle
Nightshiver
[ 63 moons | She / Her | Shc Forever Queen | Kitty Softpaws T1 ]
Ah, Cuckookit. She smiled gently at the kitten. “I am glad… you are… okay.”
She purred before her gaze shifted towards Vixenkit, leaning down to sniff the air for smell of blood, though there was none. She was surprised to find Vixenkit staring daggers at the poor Cuckookit, and a soft breath left the forever queen. Her back leg seemed to be the issue, but Nightshiver wasn’t under the impression either of them did anything on purpose.
“It doesn’t… look like… he did it… on purpose, ...my love.”
She spoke gently, leaning down to give Vixenkit a comforting nudge to the cheek. She was hurt, and Nightshiver understood she might feel frustrated. “How about… we visit… Sleepysunrise. To get… you leg looked at… just to be.. safe? Maybe… she can do… something… something about… the pain. You can… lean on… me, if you want… to walk, or I can… carry you.”
She stood at the kitten’s side, leaving her space to lean up against the forever queen or let herself be picked up, Nightshiver would comply. Meanwhile she turned to look at Cuckookit, giving the young one an appreciative smile. “That is… nice of.. you honey. Maybe… she’ll enjoy… a nice.. mouse once… we’re back?”
She glanced at her daughter for confirmation or denial.
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Sleepysunrise is ShadowClan's current Medicine Cat.
She has a Semi-Closed den policy.
~~~> Vixen’Kit ~~~~> The Intelligent Vixen
| PLEASE NOTE THAT VIXENKIT IS MUTE! |
Vixen stared at Nightshiver. She was right. Cuckoo wouldn’t do that on purpose. She stood back up, her whimpering only rising again. She just glanced up at Nightshiver with her pain stricken eyes though quickly stumbling sideways, lucky enough to catch her balance before she fell on just 3 paws. Off to the medicine den when she would be treated. I guess we’ll go visit Sleepysunrise… She looked back at Cuckookit with a sorry glare in her eye and padded off, her paw still lifted high as she limped off, not looking back to see if Nightshiver followed.
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Mention(s)
Nightshiver | @Estelle
Cuckookit | @nyme
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Vixenkit's frustrated hiss and unhappy growling has him wilting. Has he messed up so badly it can't be fixed? Oh, he so hopes not. It's a nasty, nasty feeling that builds in his belly, like every unpleasant thing there is, stuck in his gut and weighing him down. His ears burn, but he doesn't slink off to his nest to hide like he almost wants to; more than that, he wants to know what he should do to fix this. Nightshiver's glad that he's okay, but Cuckookit's still stuck on the unfairness of it all. At least if they were both hurt, he might not feel so guilty. Oh!
It's right as Cuckookit's offering a paw out, about to insist that the other kit bite him—here, hurt me back and then we'll be even—that her queen makes a far more sensible recommendation. The nest-tiger is already on the move, so Cuckookit's not sure if she'd really like a mouse, but he's willing to try it.
"Okay. Thank you for helping and for being nice." He tells Nightshiver softly, dutifully
reciting the good things she did so that she knows she's good for them. Even queens need to be told when they did a good job, right? Then a little louder, called after the limping kitten: "Feel better! I'll get you a mouse!" And if that doesn't work, then he'll let her bite him. That will make it right, surely.
Re: ShadowClan Nursery
