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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2018 19:55:30 GMT -5
(I'm excited for kit cuteness now)
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Tekoa
"If at first you don't succeed, call it version 1.0"
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Post by Tekoa on Aug 25, 2018 19:58:28 GMT -5
Saaaame. It would be amazing if we had all the kit-players on at once! What are all their names again? I know Tallkit, Sagekit and Beetlekit so far. owo ))
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2018 19:59:29 GMT -5
(the other two haven't been decided/claimed yet XD)
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Post by kanti on Aug 25, 2018 19:59:51 GMT -5
{ I am here's! But I can sadly, only shadow what we're doin. ;.; I'm playing games with m fiance for the first time in forever, so I wanted to spend tonight with him... }
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2018 20:02:05 GMT -5
(damn your cuteness kant XD go away fiance we're being cute! no worries and I hope you have fun! are we ok to skip in that case? maybe we can say wolf was knocked out so it would be his first time seeing the kits when you are able to roleplay so we can still have that fun)
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Post by kanti on Aug 25, 2018 20:08:17 GMT -5
{ that sounds great! Totally feel free to skip! c: c: }
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2018 20:09:16 GMT -5
(in that case, @fortunata Tekoa @aconite want to skip to kits stuff then?)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2018 20:13:28 GMT -5
(Here and ok!)
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Tekoa
"If at first you don't succeed, call it version 1.0"
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Post by Tekoa on Aug 25, 2018 20:14:50 GMT -5
I'm here for a few more hours! C: ))
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2018 20:16:01 GMT -5
(cool, would you like to start or shall I? what would you like to do?)
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Tekoa
"If at first you don't succeed, call it version 1.0"
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Post by Tekoa on Aug 25, 2018 20:21:29 GMT -5
You could start if you'd like Velv ^u^ ))
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2018 20:28:07 GMT -5
The last two days had been spent drifting in and out of consciousness, her fur hot to the touch and the wounds torn through her body festering with infection. The battle which had saved her kits was slowly killing the new mother, and whilst her nine lives would have brought her back, her body continued to fight the infection in vain to try and save herself from death. But she was slowly losing the battle, and she was doing so in great pain. The few heartbeats of consciousness she had every so often did little to help clear her mind, and the queen had become a pitiful state. Trapped in her den to recover, her kittens nursing from her stomach was something she only recognised in the back of her conscious mind. But otherwise, the slender leader was still.
Until eventually on the third morning following the battle which had left her in this state, the warrior queen finally moved properly for the first time. Her body ached and her legs were stiff, drawing a moan of pain as for the first time she truly felt the pain which burned through her system and the infection which set her pelt a fire at every touch. For a moment Frostedstar didn't seem to entirely understand what had happened, until her mind settled enough to recognise the mewling of kittens. Crying in surprise and frustration, unused to their source of milk being able to move.
Lowering her nose weakly to touch her nose to the tiny bundles of fur squirming around in her nest, sniffing at them as though to ascertain whether or not they were actually hers. Frostedstar let out a weak purr. "Its nice to finally meet you, little ones," her voice was hoarse from lack of use, but her eyes shone with affection.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2018 20:42:00 GMT -5
For the past two days, Gracklefur had been tending the entire clan as many were wounded by the foxes. He could hardly eat or sleep as he constantly had to gather herbs, collect moss and cobwebs. He had to stay up all night making healing mixtures of herbs and berries. In addition, he had to tend to his garden of herbs, however he couldn’t spend any time organizing or sorting his den. It was more messy than usual, cobwebs and moss scattered the floor with dried herbs being mixed with the pastes. The tom has actually been having to mix thyme and catnip to give himself energy. He yawned as he looked up at the morning sky, he headed towards his leader’s den with a rabbit in his mouth, moss and cobwebs on his back with his tail carrying a bundle of herbs. He went into the den, he was glad to see his medicine had been working. He smiled a little at the kits nursing. He was glad none of them had passed in the two days since the attack.
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Tekoa
"If at first you don't succeed, call it version 1.0"
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Post by Tekoa on Aug 25, 2018 20:44:36 GMT -5
Beetlekit | Frostedstar's Den | Frostedstar, siblings Beetlekit squirmed along with her siblings, dewy spots of light brightening her cloudy vision. Her eyes crinkled as they opened and closed in slow, deliberate blinks. The scent of milk was tantalizing sweet, enticing her forwards to the warmth of her mother. She squeaked as movement startled her. The little white shecat lifted her head up, wobbling on her stomach as her paws wriggled underneath her. Her muzzle squished as a mew escaped her mouth, the black dapples on her face twitching as he newborn whiskers moved. Unknowing words to describe the world around her, Beetlekit gaze up at Frostedstar with a trusting yet bewildered green gaze, a paw reaching upwards to bat playfully at this large comforting muzzle. A sour scent tingled her nose, something she would learn in her later moons as infection. This new sense of hers was both alluring and overwhelming at the same time. Smell. The moss underpaw, the cold air, the milkiness of her mother, and fur of her siblings all had a unique smell that seemed incredible to the little kit. The next thing Beetlekit sensed was movement, and the gentle words of her mother soothed her ears. The white kit wriggled closer to Frostedstar, her black dapples dusted with moss and milk. She nuzzled into the black fur of her mother's side, curling into an upsidedown position as her eyes drooped sleepily. At this moment, she felt safe, a stark contrast to the first days of her life. The cold, the scary noises, the overpowering stench of strange forest creatures. Beetlekit mewled quietly, her paws batting the air over her head as the memories etched into her memory.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2018 20:52:46 GMT -5
(and with that, my heart was melted)
The new mother's heart all but stopped when the dappled white and black kitten let out a distressed mew, eyes darkening with panic that the little one might have been hurt. She lowered her freckled face to offer the kitten support in her first few steps, watching the kitten carefully. The almighty leader, defender of the clan and threat to be reckoned with on the battlefield had never dealt with such small cats, and it showed in the panic with which she carried herself. But the affection filled her every movement, burrowing her nose gently into the unnamed Beetlekit's fur with a rumbling purr. Trying to cuddle the kitten close to her flank, fur fluffing up as an especially bitter cold wind wrapped through the den. Exhaustion numbedher senses and pain dulled her thoughts, but she knew to keep her kits safe and warm at all costs.
Looking up at the sound of pawsteps by the entrance of her den, the leader seemed to take a moment to recognise her medicine cat. And nodded a tired greeting to the tom cat, trying to rid her gaze of the pain which burned through her fur, wrapping her tail around her five newborns she tried to sit a little straighter. Fearful that the medicine cat might give her herbs to return her to sleep, when all she wanted to do was care for her kits, regardless of how much pain she was feeling. She looked to Gracklefur with a worried gaze, "Is everyone ok? Wolfmane, Pineshade, Wolverineslash..." She struggled to completely remember who had been with her on the cliffside. Terrified she might have lost a clanmate in the terrible battle which had preceded the birth of her kits."
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Tekoa
"If at first you don't succeed, call it version 1.0"
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Post by Tekoa on Aug 25, 2018 21:07:56 GMT -5
Beetlekit | Frostedstar's Den | Frostedstar, siblings Beetlekit's mewling waned to a quiet chirruping as a reassuring muzzle answered her calling. Those cold memories faded and were replaced by the present; of her mother's warm breath, the familiar touches of her siblings beside her. The white kit with a black dappling on her muzzle, ears and tail rolled onto her stomach, paws tumbling underneath her as she tried to move. Aided by Frostedstar's gentle nosing, Beetlekit shuffled a single instinctive step before her legs curled under her once again. Milk's enticing scent lingered around her muzzle, drawing her to her mother's sides. Suckling, the little she cat's tail flicked too and fro; pawing her brother and sisters cautiously as they prodded her with exploring toes. Her claws were soft and still forming, milk teeth only functional for suckling. Beetlekit's gaze glanced upwards as a new figure entered, a large black form that was different than Frostedstar. Green eyes still clouded by the blue coating of kitthood, she soaked in the world around her like a piece of dry moss.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2018 21:15:46 GMT -5
Admittedly the queen flinched away as Beetlekit found her grip on her teat, infection causing the slightest touch to burn her like wild fire. She grimaced, guilt rippling through her as she inadvertently pushed the kitten away with her initial reaction. The pain had surprised her, but she fought through it and helped the kitten back to her flank, tucking the white and black dappled kitten into the warmth of her mottled underbelly. Despite her attention being drawn to the medicine cat, her gaze remained fixed on the impossibly small kittens curled up beside her mewling and squirming. Finding every movement and sound they created enough to inspire awe and affection in her heart, despite the pain caused by every movement they made at her side, the adoration didnt wane or waiver as she watched the kits. Vowing to never let the sweet creatures know pain for as long as she was able. Knowing all too well the cold of their hom was unforgiving, she would do everything in her power to keep them safe. A feat which as currently killing her slowly.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2018 22:09:54 GMT -5
“No one’s dead. I made sure of that. I’ve been working to the bone.” Gracklefur said as he reapplied the cobwebs on the queen’s wounds. He placed the rabbit in front of her before he started mashing up a few berries he brought. “Eat.” He said as he pointed to the rabbit. He put the paste on the rabbit, “This will give you more energy.” As he said that, he felt a kit chewing on his tail. He lifted his tail away from Tallkit who mewed loudly. He nudged the kit back to her mother, “This one is...Tallkit, right?” He watched the kit press against her mother’s warm belly. Though he face was as stubborn as always, he was glad they all seemed healthy. “How are you feeling, emotionally?” He said coolly with tired eyes.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2018 22:18:23 GMT -5
Maybe, Frostedstar felt guilty in admitting that whilst she remembered somewhat thinking of names in her feverish state, she could well have named one of them Twolegkit and not realised, she was exhausted, hurting and struggling to recover from her ordeal. She watched the little kitten with a slight purr parting her lips, cuddling the bundle of fluff closer to her flank, guiding her away from the apparently delicious medicine cat and back to her teats. “I think so,” she concurred with the medicine cats question regarding her little daughter, finding Tallkit to suit the kitten, even if she couldnt quite remember if that was the name she had chosen. Thankful to hear that no one was dead, it would have broken her heart to learn of a fallen clanmate. “Thank you,” the words sounded exhausted on her tongue.
Glancing to her paws with a grimace at his question, never one to admit when she was hurting she cuddled her kits close with a sigh. “I’m fine,” she replied firmly, though lying through her teeth. Knowing Gracklefur had more important worries than her. “Just tired.”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2018 0:19:13 GMT -5
Gracklefur has been treating Frostedstar for days, ‘just tired’ felt like a cop out. “Just tired? Frostedstar I’ve been watching over you longer than I like. You’re not just tired.” He hates this selfless putting myself before others act she had going on. “Forget about your clan and tell me, the medince cat how you’re feeling. Emotionally and physically.” Gracklefur always asked cats how they emotionally felt after a traumatic event, stuff like that always intrigued him while also aiding him. It also helped him figure out how much nerve calming herbs dosages he should give them. The short hair then quickly asked, “Frostedstar did you lose a life?”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2018 0:34:11 GMT -5
{ Heyo! I'm here. Is there still a kit available? I'd like one, if so. c: }
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2018 5:22:58 GMT -5
(you would be welcome to one nite )Resting the ice of her gaze onto the medicine cat for the first time taking it from the kits cuddled against her stomach. Her eyes were hollow with exhaustion and darkened with ceaseless pain. A soft sigh pulled from her chest as she looked bashfully down at her mottled paws. "Everything hurts," it might have sound like a joke on the tongue of another cat, but on the leader's it sounded painfully honest. The pricking sensation of tiny kits suckling burned like wildfire thanks to infection, and it felt like if she tried to lift herself to her paws, she feared she would tumble over once again. The leader at first glance was hardly the proud cat she had once been, but the passion and determination continued to burn in her gaze, as well as a new found affection. "But I can survive," she promised firmly. It would have been worth every inch of pain to make sure her kits were kept safe. Her eyes grew sadenned at his final question however, burrowing her nose into Beetlekit's fur with a sigh. "I lost a life," she admitted aloud. As though she hadn't completely realised the entirety of her ordeal. Yet she was still in pain.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2018 8:48:41 GMT -5
Gracklefur nodded, appreciating that his leader was finally telling him. He gave a huff of laughter as he saw his leader’s newfound determination. He gave a straight face as he was informed of her lost life. He didn’t say anymore as he finished treating her, ‘She’s still suffering, I can’t allow another life lost.’ He wanted to say something along the lines of this was Starclan’s version of a sick joke. A leader giving birth outside her camp while she’s surrounded by foxes, he gave a small crooked grin. But he decided to ask her about the kits, to cheer her up a bit. “You spent two cats with these kits already, had they worn down another life out of you?” He said as he pushed one away that was again, chewing on his tail.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2018 8:55:37 GMT -5
The young leader managed a tired chuckle, thoughslightly surprised it had been to days already. She had lost track of the days in the midst of unconsciousness and her dazed state, she let out a soft purr. “Have you seen their little faces? Can you blame me for wanting to spend time with them?” She asked with a tilt to her head, though having to bite back a mreow of amusement when the kitten used Gracklefur’s tail as a chew to. Leaning down to lift the kitten weakly by the scruff of its neck and moved to replace him at her flank. Only to flinch when she lost her grip on its scruff, and it slipped to the ground with a gentle thump. Thankfully unhurt, but the tiny creature began wailing at the sudden movement and landing. Frostedstar sighed, nosing its ears in an apologetic manner before tugging the kitten close with her hind leg. “It appears this little one seems to think you are delirious Gracklefur” her words were playful.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2018 9:46:07 GMT -5
{ Could she take up the Medicine Cat Apprentice slot once she's apprentice-age? }
Dovekit, Slender and long-legged, Dovekit is a pretty molly. Her short, thick fur is a silvery-grey in colour with black spotted tabby markings. Her cheek fur is fluffier than the rest of her and her long tail is feathery and forever causing trouble in the grooming sense. She has a white chin, throat, and underbelly - and her forepaws are white at the toes, while her hindpaws are entirely white from the toes to the midway point of her hock. The insides of her legs are white, too. Wide eyes are a pale green and she has surprisingly long whiskers, and a black nose despite the paleness of the rest of her pelt. It's striking. Stubborn to the core and somewhat short-tempered, Dovekit knows what she wants and she's quite firm in her word. This does cause her to come off as a little unfriendly, but this absolutely isn't the case. When prompted, she's quite talkative and glad to talk to others, and is generally quite a kind cat. Her memory is very impressive, as are her sharp observation skills. aconite Kit Daughter of Frostedstar and Wolfmane, littermate to the other Frosted/Wolf kits.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2018 9:54:47 GMT -5
(sorry nite but kant has asked if sage could take on the position of med cat apprentice with sagekit eventually. dove is adorable though XD I imagine her getting along with frosted perfectly)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2018 9:56:04 GMT -5
{ Oop!! I didn't see that - oh well. (': Hopefully! }
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2018 9:58:09 GMT -5
(sorry nite! not meaning to be a pain in the tail, promise! would you like to roleplay?)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2018 10:03:02 GMT -5
{ No, no, it's fine! Of course. Do you want me to write something for Dove? I can do that after I finish this starter for another Clan! }
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2018 10:03:57 GMT -5
(That would be awesome! I look forward to it should you get the chance )
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