StormClan/Roleplay/Archive 7

Hazelfern moved into camp, a squirrel clamped firmly in her dark jaws. Her hazel eyes sweeping over the camp before they settled on her three children. The three were sitting together chatting excitedly, probably for the upcoming gathering. (Insert Sarcasm)Bite Me, Dean! 15:49, August 12, 2018 (UTC)

Jumpstrike lazed around camp after patrol, enjoying the afternoon sunshine. Meanwhile Morningwing did "Morningwing" things" Since patrols were done being sorted, that usually meant hanging out and inwardly scowling at his Clanmates peachy conversations, or sitting with Whitetoe and getting all giggly while scowling at their Clanmates. Whitetoe was pretty cool. She hated almost everything, just like him.

Feathersong meanwhile was padding through the marshes, searching around for pretty flowers to put in her nest. She liked flower picking rather than hunting. When she caught prey she felt bad for the animal she killed. It wasn't fair; what would it's family do? They'd be so heart-broken. And what if the prey didn't want to die? What if it was *her* who had been the prey? She wouldn't have wanted to be killed and be someones dinner. —**p****a****t****c****h****f****e****a****t****h****e****r** **. You're poison running through my veins** 02:10, August 18, 2018 (UTC)

Hazelfern moved towards her kits, their excitement at becoming warriors next week evident. Huntingpaw was quiet, his melancholy gaze moving to her. "Mother!" (Insert Sarcasm)Bite Me, Dean! 00:42, August 19, 2018 (UTC)

Emberfall was eating a shrew. He usually kept to himself, not having very strong bonds with any cats, besides his family. He cast a glance toward Darkfrost, spying the scars across her pelt, and the recent nick in her ear. Anxiety gripped his chest and made his heart feel like it skipped a beat. He felt like that whenever he looked at her now. She seemed... distant. His mother had always been a little distant, but now it seemed more obvious. He remembered pouncing on her tail as a kit and listening to her tell stories of her old life in RockClan, telling him and his sister all about the family they had there. He wished he could meet them, talk with them. He only saw Nightshade once before, and he seemed terrified of kits. He wished he could hear his mothers soothing voice again as she lapped his cheek in the nursery, her purr sounding him to sleep... He couldn't get the image out of his head. The image that bugged in his head ever since he became a warrior. Was StarClan warning him that something was wrong Darkfrost? He feared and worried, but he never told his father, nor his aunt, not even his sister. Emberfall suddenly felt an even stronger urge to see his family in RockClan.
—**p****a****t****c****h****f****e****a****t****h****e****r** **. You're poison running through my veins** 02:17, August 19, 2018 (UTC)

Hazelfern took a seat beside Huntingpaw. "You'll be warriors soon, are you excited?" The tabby and white she-cat asked. (Insert Sarcasm)Bite Me, Dean! 02:31, August 19, 2018 (UTC)

Frostfire was still adapting to life in this new, foreign clan. Er, sort of. She was still in the process of making progress. The pretty pale molly stumbled into camp with a pitiful mouse in her jaws, while her coat was plastered with sticky and smelly mud. Her pelt was uneven and hairs sticking up at random locations on her body. Man, what a hunt...all for a stupid mouse.

(Iforgotshe'salreadypreggo) The blind medicine cat was still retreated in her den, pressed low against the ground as the feeling of terror slowly sunk in. Realization finally hit that she was going to be a mother, while Hiddenshade vowed to stop at nothing to get revenge for Foggysky.**Silverstar** 14:08, August 20, 2018 (UTC)

Morningwing lifted his head as his nose caught Frostfire's scent and made his way over to her. He wrinkled his nose at the scent of mud in her pelt. "Are you turning into a frog now?" he teased.
—**p****a****t****c****h****f****e****a****t****h****e****r** **. You're poison running through my veins** 18:04, August 20, 2018 (UTC)

Echosong sat by herself, she had noticed the evident change in the medicine cat but hadn't said anything. She knew it was Wolfflame that had attacked her, otherwise run. He hadn't ran when he'd attacked his own sister but who would ever defend her? She hadn't even told anyone for she knew nothing of the shame she'd get from the Clan. (Insert Sarcasm)Bite Me, Dean! 18:36, August 20, 2018 (UTC)

Emberfall flinched away when Darkfrost's icy eyes reached his, and his heart nearly leaped to his throat. *All I can see is the blood...* He had heard stories of Talonfang... that would be his great aunt. He heard cats whisper that the family was cursed. He wished his family still lived in RockClan. That's where his parents were born, but they left when a sickness wiped out the Clan. But the sickness was gone. *Can't we... go back?* Emberfall felt a pang of guilt at his disloyal thoughts. StormClan had always been his home and his Clan. He was raised a StormClan cat. *I just wish I could talk to my family there. I'm worried mother is turning into something we don't want to see...*
—**p****a****t****c****h****f****e****a****t****h****e****r** **. You're poison running through my veins** 19:25, August 23, 2018 (UTC)

Echosong began the daily cleaning of her pelt, there wasn't much she could do right now. She didn't have an apprentice and all the patrols had recently came back. (Insert Sarcasm)Bite Me, Dean! 12:45, August 29, 2018 (UTC)

While Swampstar loved to be involved in the life of his niece and nephews, he had ceremonies to hold. It wasn't theres', at least not yet. They still had a little while longer to go...if they could make it. "I, Swampstar, leader of StormClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on these apprentices. They have trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend them to you as warriors in their turn. Huntingpaw, Littlepaw, and Fishpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?"

Once the apprentices did their thing, he continued, "then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. From this moment on you'll be known as Huntingshadow, Littlesnow, and Fishstrike. We welcome you as full warriors of StormClan." Without waiting a moment more, he continued with the next ceremony. It was a busy day, and they'd have to deal with it. "Eveningkit, Violetkit, Snailkit, Blackkit and Marshkit, you have reached the age of six moons, and it is time for you to be apprenticed. From this day on, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Eveningpaw, Violetpaw, Snailpaw, Blackpaw and Marshpaw. Your mentors will be Darkfrost, Meadowbee, Talltail, Flyshade and Frostfire. I hope they will pass down all that they have learned."

Not to be mean, but Frostfire was thankful that Morningwing was blind, so he couldn't see her in such an embarassing state. Good thing nobody else would be paying attention to her, because a ceremony *totally* wasn't going on that she was involved in. "Oh, I'm a frog now?" She swatted at the deputy with a muddy paw, in attempts to splatter the nasty stuff all over him. "I guess you'll have to join me in my froginess-"

Oh, someone called her name? Oh, oh, what was it? Was it something good?! What'd she win?!

"Oh, foxdung." Right, they were in the middle of a ceremony...she was a mentor. Totally a mature role model.**Silverstar** 23:40, August 29, 2018 (UTC)

"You can teach your apprentice how to roll in mud puddles," Morningwing murmured with a smirk.

Darkfrost padded up to Eveningpaw, touching her nose to the new apprentice. "Hello there, Eveningpaw. Go make your nest then we can view the territory," she said, sounding mildly absent. Meadowbee gave her sister an odd look before hopping up to Violetpaw and grinning warmly at them. "Hi there! You can go along and make your nest too, then we can take a looky around our land."

Marshpaw stared at his assigned mud covered mentor. He was hoping for someone... um... a little smarter...? With a stricken look on his face, he padded up to Frostfire.
—**p****a****t****c****h****f****e****a****t****h****e****r** **. You're poison running through my veins** 03:25, August 30, 2018 (UTC)

In that moment, Frostfire realized how thankful she was to have left RockClan. She would've made an even *bigger* fool of herself if she stood as the Clan's deputy. Creekstar had made a horrible, horrible mistake. The molly didn't respond to the playful tom's remark, rather she looked over at her apprentice in disappointment. Marshpaw's unpleasant expression screamed that he didn't want her as a mentor, and this only made her feel worse about herself. "Hi, Marshpaw." That energy and enthusiasm had long since left her voice. "Go ahead and...make your nest."

"Kittens! Kittens, please!" Shorepebble cried after her litter, watching as Cypresskit and Raptorkit tore through the nursery, littering moss across the nursery's floor. By StarClan, she couldn't wait until they were out of there...if they weren't gone soon, the nursery would burst into flames. Raptorkit, being the turd that he was, was chasing after Cypresskit with a long stick. Meanwhile, the obnoxious brothers somehow managed to shove their gimpy sister, Coastkit, into the wall. "Help."

Swampstar strolled away after finishing the ceremonies, and was gruffly greeted by the tiny Shadefrost. In her company was a strange tom, an old tom with a ragged white pelt. Something immediately felt off, and the leader cast the young warrior a suspicious glance. "Who's this, Shadefrost?" At his deepening voice, Shadefost dipped her head. Not so much out of respect, more so out of cowardice. Her leader intimidated her.

"This is Bongo, he's a Loner. He wants to join our Clan as an elder. He thinks he's too old to go wandering around on his own, and would much rather retire here to tell stories to kittens."**Silverstar** 15:28, August 30, 2018 (UTC)

Eveningpaw stood proud and tall. "Darkfrost," The smoke tortoiseshell said as a greeting towards her mentor. She was ready to start training. She'd make her mother proud and show her she could defend her Clan!

The rest of Eveningpaw's siblings were chattering with their mentors. Violetpaw stood before Meadowbee with a grin. "So what's first?" The young bicolored she-cat bounced with energy. (Insert Sarcasm)Bite Me, Dean! 00:39, August 31, 2018 (UTC)

"Make your nest and then we'll look around the territory," Meadowbee mewed. Darkfrost dipped her head to her sister, then glanced at Eveningpaw. "We will join Meadowbee. Make your nest."

Marshpaw padded off to make his nest. Couldn't Swampstar have at least picked someone who was a StormClan cat? Frostfire could be a spy for all they knew.
—**p****a****t****c****h****f****e****a****t****h****e****r** **. You're poison running through my veins** 16:21, August 31, 2018 (UTC)

Eveningpaw joined by her siblings. "Why can't the nest making wait? Its not essential." Blackpaw complained. (Insert Sarcasm)Bite Me, Dean! 16:27, August 31, 2018 (UTC)

"Rainstorm! What're you doing so far from home? You need to come back." The dark-coated tabby swung herself around to face her brother, Smokecloud. Why was he always doing that, snooping around after all of them? He acted like he was their *parent*, like he had to keep everyone safe. She was an adult now! She didn't *need* his protection anymore! He kept staring at her, even when she turned away, his gaze seering into her pelt and screaming 'just please come home!'. She couldn't bear it anymore.

"Ugh, I don't need you to keep bossing me around, Smokecloud! I'm not a kit anymore! Far from it, actually. I'm out here to find my *mate*, ok?! I'm having his *kits.* Just because you had to push your way into my business. Happy now?" Rainstorm cast him a stone-cold glare, while Smokecloud stood in still in shock and silence.**Silverstar** 22:40, September 2, 2018 (UTC)

Echosong shrunk lower in her nest. It was like she was a huge size, her belly protruded now. Did she tell Swampstar or her mother who the father was? Would they be angry because her *brother* forced himself upon her? (Insert Sarcasm)Bite Me, Dean! 04:37, September 3, 2018 (UTC)

Darkfrost slipped out of camp while her apprentice was building her nest. She padded through the muck quietly when she heard voices. Her ears swiveled in that direction. "...here to find my *mate*, ok? I'm having his *Kits.*" She picked up. Narrowing her eyes, she stalked toward them. She reached some bushes and poked her eyes through a gap, seeing Smokecloud and Rainstorm.
—**p****a****t****c****h****f****e****a****t****h****e****r** **. You're poison running through my veins** 15:01, September 3, 2018 (UTC)

"The he lives here? In *StormClan*?" There was outrage in Smokecloud's voice, taken back by the fact that he'd be ab uncle. "No...I just... it's Thunderblaze. I couldn't do this to Orchidbloom."**Silverstar** 15:46, September 3, 2018 (UTC)

Huntingshadow slunk through the territory, his eyes searching the terrain. He was uneasy leaving camp alone, it scared him. He knew he had too many fears but what if he was killed and nobody found him? He'd be alone forever? As a ghost. That scared him. O-Or what if a twoleg took him. The smoke mink shook his pelt, taking a small step forward once more. (Insert Sarcasm)Bite Me, Dean! 18:51, September 3, 2018 (UTC)

Darkfrost felt a wave of fury flood over her. These RockClan cats were on her land. They were pathetic looking. *Kill them,* commanded a voice in her head. She slunk out of the bushes quietly and huffed to get the cats attention. "What are you doing here on StormClan territory?"
—**p****a****t****c****h****f****e****a****t****h****e****r** **. You're poison running through my veins** 20:35, September 4, 2018 (UTC)

Rainstorm stepped up the plate proudly, while Smokecloud was begging her to come back. "I'm looking for my mate, Thunderblaze. He doesn't live here, but he came out this way. He's a handsome ginger tom, have you seen him?"**Silverstar** 20:42, September 4, 2018 (UTC)

"I don't take kindly to cats on my land," Darkfrost growled, sinking into a crouch and her icy eyes dared the she-cat to take a step closer.
—**p****a****t****c****h****f****e****a****t****h****e****r** **. You're poison running through my veins** 20:48, September 4, 2018 (UTC)

Rainstorm narrowed her eyes at the warrior's challenge, clearing her throat and speaking louder. "I only asked a *question*. I don't want your stupid prey or land!"**Silverstar** 20:50, September 4, 2018 (UTC)

That was it, she wasn't going to put up with anymore. Darkfrost lunged at Rainstorm, teeth bared and claws unsheathed.
—**p****a****t****c****h****f****e****a****t****h****e****r** **. You're poison running through my veins** 20:53, September 4, 2018 (UTC)

Smokecloud wasn't sure why he did it, especially after his sister kept secrets from him and his Clan. Maybe it was because he always felt that it was his duty to protect them. As Darkfrost leaped for Rainstorm to pummel the queen, Smokecloud collided with Darkfrost. He began to wrestle with her, but already knew his chances of victory were slim.**Silverstar** 20:55, September 4, 2018 (UTC)

Darkfrost was strong and quick from her nightly training. She wrestled Smokecloud to the ground and sunk her fangs into his throat, feeling more powerful than ever in her life.
—**p****a****t****c****h****f****e****a****t****h****e****r** **. You're poison running through my veins** 20:56, September 4, 2018 (UTC)

"Rainstorm, run!" Smokecloud cried out to his sister, struggling in the StormClan warrior's tight grasp. "Now! Go!" The queen hesitated for several moments before finally turning tail and fleeing from StormClan's territory. Meanwhile, her brother's struggling slowed until he finally passed on.**Silverstar** 20:59, September 4, 2018 (UTC)

Darkfrost released Smokecloud as he fell still. She stared down at his body with distaste, before turning and padding away, leaving his body for the crows.
—**p****a****t****c****h****f****e****a****t****h****e****r** **. You're poison running through my veins** 21:01, September 4, 2018 (UTC)

Echosong glanced up as her mother walked into the nursery with Batkit and Beautfifulkit in front of her. She watched as her younger siblings frolicked, pawing at each other. (Insert Sarcasm)Bite Me, Dean! 21:08, September 4, 2018 (UTC)

She knew it wouldn't be much longer now.

Foggysky rest in the Medicine Cat den, obliviously facing the den's wall as she drifted into deep thought. She already had everything prepared, aware that her litter would arrive at any day now. She was grateful that Hiddenstar/Swampstar agreed to allow her to keep her position as Medicine Cat, despite now bearing the weight of raising kits. It wasn't like it was her choice, anyways. She didn't want to expect them, and she didn't want to raise them. But StarClan, of course, had different plans... *They'll just have to grow up in here. And if they decide to be stupid and eat deathberries specifically when I told them*not*to? It'll be their own funeral.*Foggysky knew she wouldn't grow attached, anyways. She was married to her duty.**Silverstar** 21:53, September 11, 2018 (UTC)

Echosong had recently, no less than an hour, given birth to a small litter of kits; only one had survived. The small ginger-and-white kitten was curled up to Echosong. The gray tabby queen had yet to reveal who fathered her kittens. She had thought it'd be better not too unless someone asked. The nursery only held three queens, one of them being Echosong's mother; Palefern. The seal-point queen had given birth to a litter of two less than two moons ago. The older queen had gotten a *cold*. She gave a harsh cough, her body quivering from it. (Insert Sarcasm)Bite Me, Dean! 02:15, September 12, 2018 (UTC)

Jumpstrike padded out of the warriors den after an afternoon nap and stretched. He felt like hunting... hunting was great. It was funner when you hunted with a buddy though. First lucky cat he spotted was Hazelfern. He grinned, padding up to her. "Hey, Hazelfern. Do you want to go hunting?"
—**p****a****t****c****h****f****e****a****t****h****e****r** **. You're poison running through my veins** 03:15, September 15, 2018 (UTC)

Hazelfern glanced up, a small smile on her face. "I'd like that." She said softly. (Insert Sarcasm)Bite Me, Dean! 03:22, September 15, 2018 (UTC)

Jumpstike nodded. "Let's go!" he mewed and led the way out into the marshes.
—**p****a****t****c****h****f****e****a****t****h****e****r** **. You're poison running through my veins** 03:35, September 15, 2018 (UTC)

Hazelfern followed the warrior, her hazel eyes scanning the horizon. (Insert Sarcasm)Bite Me, Dean! 03:40, September 15, 2018 (UTC)

Jumpstrike wrinkled his nose as he padded through the mud. Something... smelled wrong. Look, when you live in a marsh with mud everywhere, it doesn't smell great, but... there was a scent of... death in the air. "Do you smell something... odd?" he glanced at Hazelfern from the corner of his eye.
—**p****a****t****c****h****f****e****a****t****h****e****r** **. You're poison running through my veins** 03:46, September 15, 2018 (UTC)

It wasn't until she stumbled over a cat's tail that she looked down to see the smoky body of her son, his eyes were open and staring into nothing. She couldn't help the wail of horror that left her mouth as she nosed Huntingshadow's fur. The tom was still, his body cold. He must have been here for hours. (Insert Sarcasm)Bite Me, Dean! 03:49, September 15, 2018 (UTC)

Jumpstrike let out a horrified gasp, his eyes growing huge. He stood there, unsure of what to do for a moment. "Is - is he...? was all he could manage to do through his shock.
—**p****a****t****c****h****f****e****a****t****h****e****r** **. You're poison running through my veins** 03:59, September 15, 2018 (UTC)

The queen felt a melancholy wail rip through her chest as she curled around her son's still and cold body. Her eyes squeezing shut as she wailed. (Insert Sarcasm)Bite Me, Dean! 04:04, September 15, 2018 (UTC)

Jumpstrike stared at Hazelfern, concerned. His heart felt like it was being torn to pieces seeing her powerful grief over her son. He edged over so her was beside her, gently resting his tail on her shoulder. He didn't know how to comfort her. Sometimes he heard it was best to leave cats be while they're grieving, while other times you should stay by them and comfort.
—**p****a****t****c****h****f****e****a****t****h****e****r** **. You're poison running through my veins** 23:51, September 15, 2018 (UTC)

"Who would do such a thing?" The queen wailed, her nose pressed to her son's neck. "We need to get him back to camp." The tabby warrior murmured. (Insert Sarcasm)Bite Me, Dean! 23:58, September 15, 2018 (UTC)

...

With the Half-moon Gathering done and over with, Foggysky trudged back into camp with Murkykit hanging in her jaws, the kitten complaining loudly the whole journey. Not only was she blind, but now she was *deaf*, no thanks to him. Hiddenshade was the first to jump to her side in camp, guiding his former apprentice all the way to the medicine cat den and talking to her in a low, comforting voice. He knew she was stressed out about all of this. "What'd you name him?"

"...Murkykit."

"That's kinda cute, actually. Foggy and Murky."**Silverstar** 01:49, September 19, 2018 (UTC)

Echosong was curled in the queen's den, around her single kitten. She'd named her Islandkit; she would never let this kit know who her father was. A father and an uncle. The queen curled up tightly but not before Palefern was wracked by rough coughing once more. "Palefern, mother. You should have Foggysky look at you. You could be falling ill." The tabby said.

Palefern snapped her blue eyes to the queen. "I'm fine, Echosong." Minkletoes I am not old. 02:41, September 20, 2018 (UTC)

That strange new elder was staring a hole into the pair, Foggysky could feel it. Bongo seemed...strange, very off. Nobody really knew why he was accepted into the Clan, likely because they pitied him for his age and lack of sanity. But the way he eyed Murkykit was as if he'd seen a ghost. He was just a little hairball that was blind and deaf, what was so bad about him? "It's *him*!" The white elder hissed from the shadows. "The time has come, at long last! At long last!!"

"For StarClan's sake, Raptorkit!" Shorepebble loved her babies dearly, but she couldn't wait for them to be apprenticed. Raptorkit was a horror. Twice now she'd caught him chasing Cypresskit with a stick, and he was always shoving Coastkit into the nursery wall until she was stuck among the weaved brambles. Now, the pale queen had her son by his tail, attempting to groom pieces of plants from his coat. Hiddenshade informed her that soon, soon Swampstar would make them apprentices. Within the next day or so.

Not. Soon. Enough.**Silverstar** 02:52, September 20, 2018 (UTC)

Palefern curled around her two kittens until she was asleep; giving a last fit of coughing. It seemed that sometime during the night, her breathing stilled to a stop. Echosong watched her mother fall asleep and sighed; curling up to sleep herself. Minkletoes I am not old. 02:56, September 20, 2018 (UTC)

Once safely inside the medicine cat den, Hiddenshade parted ways with Foggysky and her son, so that the mother and son may have their private time after such a long journey. Foggysky slowly trudged inside, inching alongside her den's wall until she found a place to set her complaining son. Oh, oops- that was the herb storage place. Feeling guilty, she pulled Murkykit out of the pile of herbs and finally found a nest to set him in. He kept mewling obnoxiously, probably because he now had various little herbs stuck to his heavy coat. So Foggysky lay around him, hoping that it would hush him up.**Silverstar** 03:10, September 20, 2018 (UTC)

Mewling out her hunger, the young kitten kneaded at the stomach of the queen who had taken her in as one of her own. Wriggling amongst the other bodies within the nest, Skykit stubbornly demanded the milk that she scented with her fresh nose. Eyes still closed, the kit only found herself able to worm around her nest mates similar to a grub. Her mother had passed during kitting, therefore the youth would have passed if the lovely queen Echosong hadn't stepped in. --User:Lunastrae

Echosong hadn't yet fallen asleep, not completely. The queen looked down at the mewling kitten. Her eyes soft. She would never bear another litter because of her brother but she could give the orphaned kittens a family. Minkletoes I am not old. 03:52, September 20, 2018 (UTC)

Brookekit had been born from a loner and left on the Stormclan border. He was taken by the clan, and raised by Echosong along with the other kits. He was slightly older than the mewling kit beside him, and his eyes and ears were just starting to open as he rested his head on top of the kit in an attempt to calm her. --User:MaliciousOblivion (User talk:MaliciousOblivion)

Islandkit was curled up at Echosong's paws; her eyes staring at the entrance. She was nearly a moon old so that made her well above older than the kits her mother fostered. Minkletoes I am not old. 04:14, September 20, 2018 (UTC)

"Ugh, mom, lemme go!" Raptorkit fussed in Shorepebble's paws, fighting against her rasping tongue and effort to hold him down for a grooming session. He finally tugged his tail and free, leaving the ex-deputy to glare at her tabby son in distaste. Raptorkit glanced over his shoulder, finding his mother now distracted by Coastkit who was asking her a series of questions. So the tomkit smirked to himself, venturing over to the camp's exit. Hmm...he could bring back a bunch of swamp mud and dye his sister brown...But he ran into something hard and hairy.

"Raptorkit..." The kitten looked up to make eye contact with his tall smoke father, who glowered down at him in disappointment. "What do you think you're doing?"**Silverstar** 14:19, September 20, 2018 (UTC)

Twitching her small whiskers, the kit settled down as a heavy blanket of warmth rested upon her back. Nudging around with her nose, she found the foster's stomach and latched on to nurse, her tiny paws kneading as she greedily took the supplied milk. After her fill, Skykit curled up and began to doze off with a warm and full stomach. Lunastrae (talk) 15:01, September 20, 2018 (UTC)

Almost weeks later, Swampstar was finally preparing for the apprentice ceremony of his sister's litter. He had to ensure that Raptorkit was given a responsible mentor who could keep him under control. After all, he was specifically the reason why the litter had been held back not once, not twice, but three times. He couldn't hold them back any longer, otherwise, the nursery would be in danger. *Coastkit's a good little lady...I could probably apprentice her to a newer warrior.*

"If old uncle Swampy doesn't apprentice us soon," Raptorkit was grumling to his siblings, "I'm going to bury Coastkit somewhere in the swamp. And then he'll have to get off his lazy tail to go find her!" His gimpy sister stared at him in horror, although she secretly was aware that he didn't mean it. He'd probably much rather bury Cypresskit instead.

"Shorepebble? Have you seen Murkykit?" Foggysky hesitantly poked her head into the nursery, having lost her son again. Sometimes, she wondered if he accidentally ate an herb or so from her stores. He'd probably wind up dead some morning, but she wasn't particularly worried. If he was as big of a nightmare as StarClan thought, then it'd be good if he ate the wrong thing. "...He better not be with that Bongo cat again."

He was doing just that. Young Murkykit, with his long clumped hair spiking out at random angles, stared up at Bongo in wonder as he weaved him tales foreign to all other ears. "Is it true, Bongo? Did Thornpaw really eat other cats? Did Axel beat Bonnie? Are they still around today?!"**Silverstar** 15:14, September 20, 2018 (UTC)

Now that Brookekit was older, he grown a bit bolder in wanting to leave the den and had taken to dragging Skykit along with him on an attempt to edplore and try to keep up with the older kits, but he found keeping up with Raptorkit was pretty difficult, so Skykit was pretty much his only current companion. The only thing was that his exploring usually got cut off by the older clan members because they were still too young to leave the camp on their own, and were sent to go help around instead of getting into trouble. This particular day, Brookekit was sitting outside the den waiting for Skykit to come out, and he was more impatient than usual.MaliciousOblivion (talk) 15:39, September 20, 2018 (UTC)

Marshpaw looked around for his mentor, still not looking forward to being her apprentice. Morningwing meanwhile had nothing going on so he sorta just sat. Marshpaw spotted the deputy, scowling a little. It was his fault Frostfire was in StormClan. He was obviously in love with her, he was disloyal. He should know where his mentor was. "Do you know where Frostfire is?" he asked. —**p****a****t****c****h****f****e****a****t****h****e****r** **. You're poison running through my veins** 16:01, September 20, 2018 (UTC)

Frostfire was staring at a little black beetle, her tail twitching wildly as she watched it do its thing. Leaning forward, she poked it with a paw before practically leaping out of her skin when it rolled over. Wow!

Coastkit rose to her paws, her leg still dangling to her side. Despite the broken limb healing fully, it still bothered her from time to time, specifically whenever it got too cold or began to rain. "I bet he's wishing he gave you Darkfrost as a mentor, Raptorkit. I bet she'd beat the daylights out of you." She replied gently, while Raptorkit leaped to his paws and huffed out a challenge. "Oh yeah? Twenty pieces of fresh kill says I could take her!"

The senile white tom let out a soft sigh at Murkykit's plethora of questions, tipping his head to the side thoughtfully. "Thornpaw? Oh yes, he indeed ate his victims. They said that was how he absorbed their strength in a way. Axel? Oh yes, he won and served a long and righteous era." Bongo glanced down at the round-eyed black smoke kitten with a pleased smile. "They're always with us, Murkykit, in the stars. The great ones always live on in the stars. Not in StarClan, of course. StarClan is just a story made for kits. No, when you become great, you live on in the stars after you die. So everyone can always look up to you."**Silverstar** 16:49, September 20, 2018 (UTC)

Echosong had grieved her mother's passing, all the while taking in her kits as her own as well. The kits she mothered were energetic. Batkit had a thing for brutality and sitting on the ones much smaller than him. Sadly, Echosong could see Wolfflame's size in her large kitten brother.

However off to the other side of camp, Islandkit was lingering near Bongo's den; she'd overheard some of the stories but didn't want to outright say she was interested in them. She knew nothing of being kin to the medicine cat's son and smiled as he asked excitedly about the cats Bongo spoke of.

Beautifulkit hunkered beside Echosong, the two looked almost exactly alike; the eye color being the only difference. The silvery-gray tabby kitten lifted her head as she saw Batkit barrel straight into Brookekit with a laugh before he took off. Minkletoes I am not old. 00:53, September 21, 2018 (UTC)

Yawning, Skykit's tired azures scanned the nursery, noticing that Brookekit wasn't within the familiar walls. "I'll be back, mama." She promised to Echosong in her squeaky kit voice which was still developing, much like herself. Raising to her paws, she bounded to the entrance, those curious oculus spotting Brookekit with an extra moody expression. Ears flicking back, the kit stumbled toward her nest mate, rubbing the length of her body against his. "Are you alright, Brookekit?" The youth chirped with a kit like innocence, her large sparkly eyes peering up at the older tom kit. Lunastrae (talk) 01:26, September 21, 2018 (UTC)

Morningwing woke up from his mindless doze and locked his blind gaze on Marshpaw. "Uhhhh," he scented the air. Good thing he had a great sense of smell! He found her sitting not too far away. "Hey, Frostfire!" he called, waving his tail to her. —**p****a****t****c****h****f****e****a****t****h****e****r** **. You're poison running through my veins** 01:52, September 21, 2018 (UTC)

It came as no surprise that the older tom found it funny when he barreled into Brookekit. This had actually been the main reason for his impatience. He was getting tired of the older tom's antics, and was hoping to escape before he was found..but clearly that was not to be at he fell on his rump with a grunt and an icy glare following after Batkit as his silhouette disappeared. He was in the process of cleaning himself after getting back up when Skykit finally came out of the den, and rubbed herself up against him."I'm fine, Skykit. Lets just go now. I have a new place I wanna show you!" He turned his head away long enough to not meet her eyes before staring down at them as she'd managed to change his frown upside down, and he was ready to go again. He'd recently heard talk of a peculiar tom taking residence in the clan by the name of Bongo. He overheard one of the clan members talking about an older kit called Murkykit who was always visiting him for stories, and where there were stories, Brookekit would surely find them. His never ending passion for stories would perhaps one day be his undoing, but today he just wanted to hear for himself, and who better to bring than his trusty sidekick and closest friend, Skykit to talk to with about whatever stories he heard of today. With that, he was up and leaping off at what started off as a stumble before he corrected himself into a run in search of Bongo's den, daring Skykit to keep up with a laugh in his voice.MaliciousOblivion (talk) 02:12, September 21, 2018 (UTC)

"BloodClan..." Murkykit breathed, staring off as if he was in some sort of trance, causing Bongo to look extremely pleased with his work. Things were falling into place perfectly...the divine ones would be content with him. The kitten seemed to suddenly brighten up even more, rising to his paws eagerly before announcing his plan loudly. "One day, I'll bring BloodClan back, Bongo! I want to be a star someday!"**Silverstar** 02:27, September 21, 2018 (UTC)

"Hey!" Skykit squealed, watching the tom kit hurry off. Lashing her small tail with puffed out cheeks, the smaller kit took chase, romping after the tom kit who shared a nest and she considered her closest friend, but the little she kit definitely could do without the older tom kit teasing her. It wounded her tiny ego. "Get back here, mouse brain!" She hissed out, yet still with hints of play in her tone as she awkwardly sprinted on uneasy legs. It wasn't before long that the dynamic duo found the den of the infamous Bongo, but Skykit found herself fascinated to see her foster Queen's own kit lurking outside of the den that gave her bad vibes. "Are you sure about this, Brookekit?" The youngster asked with worry, large eyes peering up to him for guidance once more. Bongo had always gave her a bad vibe, and often she avoided the derranged tom. But what truly spooked the young kit is a youthful masculine voice chirp that he wanted to be a star someday. Lunastrae (talk) 02:29, September 21, 2018 (UTC)

He'd heard her squeals of protest of his teasing and it brought his smile up to his eyes, his mood entirely lifted. When they found it,he came to a halt long enough to collect his thoughts and answer Skykit's question. "I'm very sure. Trust me on this one!" He gently cuffed her left ear in a playful manner before taking a deep breath and entering Bongo's den just as he heard Murkykit's voice. The tom kit had big ambitions, perhaps bigger than that of his own, and found himself interested in what he'd walked into almost immediately. Clearing his throat, he sat down close by and met the old, white tom's eyes. It was almost as though he could smell the madness, but some of it he knew was wisdom too. "I've heard that a cat called Bongo could give me and my friend some interesting stories..care to share?"MaliciousOblivion (talk) 03:12, September 21, 2018 (UTC)

Swampstar finally made up his mind on mentors, at least hesitantly so. Summoning his Clan, the leader stood on the willow, beckoning Hiddenshade's offspring forward. Raptorkit had this smug "I'll-make-you-suffer" look in his face. "Raptorkit, Coastkit, and Cypresskit, you have reached the age of six moons, and it is time for you to be apprenticed. From this day on, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Raptorpaw, Coastpaw, and Cypresspaw. Your mentors will be Morningwing, Shadefrost, and Hazelfern. I hope they will pass down all they know on to you." Swampstar immediately pitied Morningwing and cast him a sort of apologetic glance, even if the deputy was blind. Meanwhile, this sort of evil genius grin grew on Raptorpaw's face. Oh boy, he'd make that deputy squirm!

"That you will, Murkykit...that you will..." There was a gleam in the yellow eyes of the elder, while Murkykit appeared totally oblivious and innocent to this strange message. Both immediately turned around to face the pair of entering kittens, Murkykit appearing more shocked than the elder. The spiky-coated tomkit generally avoided the other kittens, and not only because he was isolated in the medicine cat den with his sightless mother. Batkit was a punk, and these two...well, he knew nothing of them. Bongo seemed pleased to have more followers- erm, interested parties. "Of course, I *am* a storyteller, after all."**Silverstar** 03:16, September 21, 2018 (UTC)

Large dilated pupils took in the elderly white tom, her tiny maw hanging open seeing the creature that gave her bad vibes. She never truly looked right at him, especially not into those glowing yellow orbs. Shuffling close to her nest mate, the kitten attempting to hide with a shyness in his fur. From the side of her eye, Skykit peered in the direction of the peculiar tom kit who seemed to be drinking in everything Bongo had to say. "I like stories." She murmured, unsure of herself in this situation, so she clung close to the only one she knew and trusted within the daunting den of the Storyteller. Lunastrae (talk) 03:26, September 21, 2018 (UTC)

He moved closer to the cunning, yellow eyed tom, eager to hear his words.He stopped when he felt his nest mate practically morph into him, and leaned against her to comfort the younger kitten so she could calm herself a little bit. He could feel how uncomfortable she currently was, and a part of him did feel regret for making her feel so much discomfort, but a bigger part couldn't resist the dark temptations of the old tom's words he so desperately wanted to hear. "Could you start with your oldest story you know please?" He asked politely before looking over at Murkykit and actually looking at him for the first time. He seemed like the quiet, reclusive type, but that didn't bother Brookekit. Hoping it came off as friendly, the tom kit smiled at him before bring his attentions back to Bongo.MaliciousOblivion (talk) 03:42, September 21, 2018 (UTC)

Morningwing was faintly surprised he got an apprentice. *I can teach him how to walk into trees,* he thought, sourly. He touched his nose to the new apprentice. Uh, how did one mentor an apprentice. "Uh, I guess we can explore the territory, yeah?" —**p****a****t****c****h****f****e****a****t****h****e****r** **. You're poison running through my veins** 04:02, September 21, 2018 (UTC)

Batkit had disappeared around the corner, hiding in the Apprentices' den. His green eyes peeking out to see Skykit now. He grinned as he darted out, grabbing a vine. He'd tie them together.

Echosong still lay in her nest, paws tucked under her body. "Echosong?" The queen turned her golden eyes to the young kitten, Beautifulkit. The silvery-gray kitten had wide eyes up at her sister and foster mother. "What if they try to sneak out of camp?" The kitten fretted. Her blue eyes on the tabby queen. Minkletoes I am not old. 05:17, September 21, 2018 (UTC)

Mossfeather aimlessly eyed the duo of kittens that skittered into the den of Bongo. Huffing, the she cat rose to her paws as the leader announced the mentors of the newest apprentices. Amusement flared in her features, she knew she most likely would never be appointed another apprentice after the last incident with her first, where the poor young tom fell impossibly hard for his mentor, and she entertained his advances. As soon as Swampstar learned of this, the apprentice was separated from Mossfeather and given another mentor. "Now, that's a tom." She purred to herself, flustered at the thought of winning such a prize; the leader of their very clan. Lunastrae (talk) 06:36, September 21, 2018 (UTC)

Despite having recently buried her son, Hazelfern held a strong ground. Her hazel eyes on the smoke apprentice. She gave him a gentle smile and touched her nose to his. "If you'll eat quickly, we'll head out for the tour." She said softly, gently. She ached to have her son alive but even she knew that when StarClan took him, there was no bringing him back. Minkletoes I am not old. 07:58, September 21, 2018 (UTC)

Swampstar dismissed the meeting, leaping down from the blooming willow and landing before stalking off. He prayed that his deputy wouldn't try to kill him, seeing that he gave him a rather disobedient apprentice. Swampstatlr considered taking up the burden himself, but Raptorpaw was family, and some cats might get the wrong idea.

"Very well." Bongo glanced back over at Murkykit, who still seem equally interested, with his eyes gluer to the old white feline. "That would be the founding of BloodClan, when Axel began to gather his followers. You see, he was no mere normal cat..."**Silverstar** 11:50, September 21, 2018 (UTC)

“So..Axel..is a god? And how didn’t he bless the chosen warriors? Who was his strategist? Why did he form BloodClan?” He had many questions, but for now, he kept his curiosity on a leash so as not to get overzealous. Instead, he eagerly awaited the next story to come.MaliciousOblivion (talk) 10:40, September 22, 2018 (UTC)

With large azure optics full of fascination and wonder Skyfall listened keenly to the tom, even so, distracted in her focus of listening that she had scooted unknowingly closer to the feline, those innocent orbs begging for more. They were just stories, right? There was no harm in stories... Or so she thought. Little did the kit know, those surrounding her took these tales of which Bongo revealed in an entirely different light. Pinning her left ear, she listened as Brookekit eagerly questioned their storyteller of this Axel who was spoken of as if he was more than just a fictional character. Lunastrae (talk) 10:54, September 22, 2018 (UTC)

"Yes. Axel is a deity, he died honorably in combat as a prolific fighter, so he was allowed to be preserved among the stars. Only few can get his blessing now. But he did bless his followers, giving them incredible strength. But only if they continied to believe in him." Bongo never had kittens so willing to listen to his stories. Maybe they'd truly return as the divine ones predicted... "Axel made BloodClan because the other clans were wrong. They didn't believe in his powers, nor in freedom." It was Murkykit who chimed in this time. Axel was always his favorite, so he heard this story many times.**Silverstar** 13:53, September 22, 2018 (UTC)

Hazelfern turned to Jumpstrike after her apprentice moved to eat. *Is this how StarClan would do her?* The tabby warrior lashed her tail in frustration. She ached to have her only son back, his sweet heart and character. The queen wanted nothing more than to have her family whole again, she glanced at Jumpstrike; a longing entering her heart. How could she fall in love? He'd only be ripped away from her. She turned away abruptly, grief and sorrow entering her eyes. Minkletoes I am not old. 12:29, September 23, 2018 (UTC)

Brookekit was completely caught in Bongo’s stories. Never before had he heard these stories of Axel, and he was eager to know more. It seemed that Murkykit was similar to axel in his mind. Then he thought back to what he’d overheard when him and Skykit found the den. “Murkykit? Are you gonna continue in Axel’s place? Bongo can you tell me more? I want to understand how StarClan is the myth.” At those words he felt a questioning glance from his best friend and knew they’d would be talking about this later.MaliciousOblivion (talk) 13:23, September 24, 2018 (UTC)

"But Bongo, mama says that StarClan is where my parents are. Was mama lying?" Gently, the shy kit finally spoke out, her eyes large and innocent. Teetering with her front paws, almost if she was fumbling with an imaginary object. Her azure visionaries glanced up at Bongo, before shooting back down to the earth, her brain full of questions and insecurities. What if StarClan was a lie? What if she never got to meet her parents? The thought worried the youngster immensely. Lunastrae (talk) 14:03, September 24, 2018 (UTC)

Islandkit stood near the nursery now, hearing the words that the other kittens asked. *How could they doubt StarClan? After the fact that the starry beings kept them safe from harm and only took those they needed.* The young kitten stared at them for a moment before she slipped into the nursery to rest against her mother, Echosong, and her young aunt, Beautifulkit. Minkletoes I am not old. 02:03, September 25, 2018 (UTC)

"BloodClan was formed long before the Clans, and therefore long before StarClan. When the Clans arrived, they feared the power BloodClan's deities, so they made up StarClan in their minds out of fear. Simply because they refused to believe in such abilities that they, too, could attain. They thought that, with BloodClan's freedom from a code that forces boundaries upon relationships, they'd use power for destruction and evil." Bongo's yellow gaze slid over to the frightened kitten who asked about her parents. Huh. Never heard that one before. "She's a Clan cat, all she knows is a lie. But, if your parents rose to greatness, if they died honorably...they may still exist among the stars."

He returned to the question proposed by the kitten with a bobbed tail. A horribly content and smug grin grew wide on Bongo's pale features. "Murkykit? Murkykit is destined for greatness, but what he does with that greatness is solely up to him." Yet the elder's words of such confidence and praise seemed to fly over the dark kitten's head, whose eyes instead filled with some dark hatred.

"StarClan didn't want me, nor did they want my mom to have me. Because of them, I could've never happened. One day, I *will* bring BloodClan back."**Silverstar** 14:53, September 25, 2018 (UTC)

“So..due to fear they challenged Blood Clan by trying the It backstreet on the dirties for a fake, dreamed up place? Then how do medicine cats receive vision so from Starclan? Are they hallucinations they make themselves believe because they want to turn their back so hard that they force their minds into thinking what is real is fake and what is fake is real?” Brookekit had never ever really felt connected to the foretold Starclan, but he did believe in the stars. Bongo’s explanation actually made perfect sense to him, and the rightness he felt down to his bones was undeniable. “So what is the name of the religion for the deities?”

When Murkykit spoke of his birth being frowned upon, Brookekit finally connected the dots to the missing puzzle piece. He never knew of the medicine cat having a child, but here he was, and the unfairness of the supposed Starclan denying him made him bristle. “Murkykit. You’ll show them. They should have never denied you or your existence. Make them pay for what they’ve done.” His icy blue eyes seemed to burn with a fierce intensity of determination. When Murkykit brought back BloodClan, Brookekit would follow and share his ideals with the fiercest loyalty. Destroying anything that would hinder the successions of BloodClan.MaliciousOblivion (talk) 17:08, September 25, 2018 (UTC)

Blushing, Skykit was happy with Bongo's answer. Her parents would be among the stars, she just knew it. She casually listened from there on, curious of the pride that Bongo had when he spoke of greatness that Murkykit would accomplish. But, what shook her to the bones was when Brookekit, the kit who nursed from the same queen and was one she considered her best friend, spoke with such determination, such lust for blood. Ears flicked back, Skykit's eyes widened as her gaze locked onto Brookekit's face. Make them pay? Skykit shuddered. "I- uh. I think Echosong is calling me!" With that, she quickly scampered to her paws and hurriedly began padding toward the enterance of the den, visibly shaken by all that she's heard, especially coming from her best friend's mouth. Lunastrae (talk) 00:18, September 26, 2018 (UTC)

Murkykit glanced at Brookekit coolly, somewhat surprised to see the other kitten resort of violence so quickly. He never mentioned anything about physically beating Clanmates or StarClan. He meant more so showing them that he could rise to greatness, that they should be ashamed for attempting to deny him life. The black smoke tabby quickly removed his gaze from the bobbed kitten to observe Skykit making up an excuse and rushing out of the elder's den. "...I guess she's too soft for Bongo's...mature stories? I didn't find them scary..."

Bongo tipped his head to the side. "We all have dreams, and it seems Medicine Cats take them too seriously. They long for Clanmates, so naturally they *dream* of them. I used to dream of my grandfather when he passed away." The ragged-furred elder shrugged it off, licking a paw thoughtfully.**Silverstar** 01:00, September 26, 2018 (UTC)

Brookekit looked over at his best friend and concern immediately rolled over his features, all trace of the misunderstood bloodlust, or perhaps just unnoticed by his mind, disappeared as he watched her before calling out as she disappeared. “Wait Sky-Mousedung.” Turning to Face he other two Brookekit shrugged and apologized for her departure. “She’s not scared by the stories. More she misunderstood my words. We’re nurse mates and she’s never heard me talk the way I just did. Where I’m more emotional, she’s more like a delicate butterfly. We will be back. Thank you for letting us join today Bongo, and nice to meet you Murkykit. If you’ll excuse me I have to go hunt down my friend.”

With that, Brookekit reeled around and tore out of the den after Skykit. “Skykit! Wait up!! He’d caught up to her enough to be heard by yelling, and now he picked up his speed to completely catch up with his best friend, and then he leaped and landed onto of her causing them both to fall and roll to where she landed on top of him. “Are you okay? I didn’t mean to scare you, Skykit.” He spoke softly as he stared up at her.MaliciousOblivion (talk) 03:07, September 26, 2018 (UTC)

Squeaking in shock as a body barrelled into her tiny form, Skykit felt the world spin as the two tumbled together, but as it all came to a halt the thing Brookekit would glance up into was wet eyes, fluffed up fur and a shaken appearance. "What is wrong with you, Brookekit!" She hissed out, her face scrunching up in her emotion and hints of anger. Batting at his face to get her point across. "Pay for what they've done? Pay for something they've grown up being taught?" She continued to seethe, spitting his words back at him. "Should Echosong pay as well? Islandkit? Batkit? How about Beautifulkit does she deserve to pay for what she believes? They are our family, Brookekit, and this is our clan!" Stepping off of him, she continued to glare him down. Admittedly, the display probably looked adorable to the outside eye, but to Skykit? this was dead serious. Lunastrae (talk) 03:21, September 26, 2018 (UTC)

He never meant to make her cry. In that moment he felt disgusted for making his his best friend cry, but he couldn’t and wouldn’t take back his words. Somehow he knew he meant them..just not how they came out. As she started batting at his face, Brookekit’s ears pinned back and he winced taking the hits she was giving with full responsibility. Husband best friend had every right to be angry with him, but when she brought their family, he stood up and stared at her, appalled. “How could you even think such things? Skykit. You know me way better than to think I would wish such ill harm upon Momma and the others! Where did your trust in me go? Because my words came out wrong, you think I was implying death now? Have you forgotten that I am also a foster child? I owe my life to this clan. Even if they have made a false religion in fear of reality. But it doesn’t excuse the fact that their fake religion cause some to frown upon murkykit’s origins, and that isn’t fair to him. Think what you want. I’m still the best friend you know and love. Maybe after youve Calmed down, you’ll see for yourself, you mouse brain.” He was almost to the point of tears himself, caused by the hurt of skykit’s accusations and her doubts in him. With a final look at his best friend, he turned around and disappeared to go be alone and cool off.MaliciousOblivion (talk) 04:35, September 26, 2018 (UTC)

Pathetically, the she-kit sad down and sobbed when her friend spoke his peace and left. She felt as though she destroyed a bond today, one that would never return to it's previous state. Having nowhere to turn, not daring to tell Echosong of their argument nor finding the courage to chase after the one she had always relied on heavily, from the first day he had rested his head upon her back to comfort her. Scampering to hide from curious eyes, the kit hunkered down under a shrub, her muscles shaking as she allowed the floodgate of emotion to roll through her tiny body. Never before in her short life so far had she felt so utterly alone.

After a short nap to rejuvenate after the exhausting ordeal, Skykit carefully crawled from beneath her hide, tired eyes blinking as she padded toward the fresh kill pile. She was old enough to start sambling prey, so she gently pulled the smallest mouse from the pile and started to nibble, deathly silent as she remained lost within her own world. Lunastrae (talk) 04:48, September 26, 2018 (UTC)

Islandkit had been standing near the entrance now, pacing nervously. She heard a lot, more than she let on. That elder, Bongo, he brought trouble to her Clan; he was interrupting the peace. The tabby-and-white kitten had her ears pinned to her skull now as she stared at the old pale tom. Minkletoes I am not old. 08:54, September 26, 2018 (UTC)

It hadn’t been the first time Brookekit had cried, but it was the first argument he’d ever had with Skykit. They’d always been close. Ever since he heard her cries, they had been a dynamic duo, and were always together. Brookekit made up his mind after quite some time, deciding he would seek her out, and would try to make things right. He hated this feeling of aloneness that had fallen down on him like a thick bed of mossy mud. But for now he had to calm down and get his thoughts in order..

After a while of long thinking, Brookekit decided it was time..but first an apology present. He slipped out of camp unnoticed and found a patch of wild flowers. Snatching them up, Brookekit slipped back in and went in search of Skykit.

He found heading towards the kill pile, and slipped past Islandkit on his way to Skykit. The way she’s was watching seemed as though she’d overheard their argument. Then again..the whole camp probably had. He felt his ears begin to burn with the feeling of embarrassment, but he would not let it stop him. Standing behind his best friend, Brookekit cleared his throat and lowered his ears turning his head away and sitting down. “I-um..Skykit-um..for you? Sorry! Flowers..picked apology present!” He felt his cheeks burn with shyness and fumbled terribly with the words he’d so carefully thought out finding he’d completely messed it all sorts of ways up. “I’m such a mouse brain..” He said to himself in utter embarrassment.MaliciousOblivion (talk) 12:43, September 26, 2018 (UTC)

"I-um... Skykit-um... For you? Sorry! Flowers... Picked apology present!" A familiar voice proclaimed in an embarrassed tone. Flicking an ear, Skykit rose her head from the morsel she had been trying to tear into, but her small teeth kept hitting bone and she was finding it difficult to separate meat from the bone. Within his maw was wildflowers of multiple colours, and the kit's eyes blinked multiple times to see if she was merely imagining it. "I'm such a mouse brain..." She heard him continue, but she was unfocused from his words. Forgiveness came easily to the kit, it appeared, as she quickly squealed in delight and tackled the tom kit, likely destroying his present in the process but she didn't care. Her present was him returning to her, not flowers that would wilt away like she believed her friendship had. "Oh, Brookekit! I'm so happy!" She chirped, purring in delight as she rubbed her face against his cheek, nuzzling into the fur as she enjoyed the reunion. Their little spit may have been short-lived and without claws, but it was something Skykit truly hoped would never happen again. "You are such a mouse brain... Let's never do this again." Nodding her head in finality, a determination in her eyes, she casually sat down on his upturned stomach, paws tucked beneath her as she grinned down at him with joy. Lunastrae (talk) 13:01, September 26, 2018 (UTC)

Bongo continued his story telling until Foggysky poked her head into the den, sightless eyes blazing with rage. Her son flinched, detecting his mother's strong hostility, while Bongo went silent. "Murkykit!! I told you to stay away from that old bat, all he does is fill your head with his nonsense and hallucinations." The medicine cat dragged her dark son away from the elders den. With his head bowed and hard glare burning into the earth, Murkykit silently followed his mother into the medicine cat den with a feeling of resentment.**Silverstar** 13:08, September 26, 2018 (UTC)

All he heard was a squeal before she tackled him and the flowers went everywhere. He made a sound of protest in vain as they both went down for the second time that day. One in angst and the other in joy. She had completely broken his train of thought, and he had to blink a few times before returning her affections, and then grinning goofily up at her as she sat on top of him. “I think I agree with that idea. I missed you...I really am sorry. I love you, Skykit..and I don’t know what I would do if I lost my best friend. I’ll never make you cry again. Ever.”

As he continued to stare up at her, a sly grin took hold..and he rolled to the side giggling as she came down on his back before he stood up and carried her over to the kill pile. He’d watched what she was trying to eat and decided he’d help her out as his claws were stronger than hers. With a few quick swipe stories at the meat, he’d loosened it enough for her to not worry about the bones, and then he plopped her down and laid on top of the younger kit. “Mmm..comfy..~”MaliciousOblivion (talk) 14:59, September 26, 2018 (UTC)

Cypresspaw and Raptorpaw were making their nests, while Coastpaw was off a distance speaking with their mother. The ex-deputy was feeling slow and ill as of late but continuously passed it off as something minor. So, the two brothers were passing time by making their nests, also as a way to avoid that feeling of concern for their dam. The blue tabby tom was playing with the earth, as if he had made dirt, scraping around the moist, muddy earth with a paw. His brother eyed him warily. "What're you doing, Raptorpaw?"

Swift as an adder, Raptorpaw made a quick motion of his paw to fling the mud between his legs and hit Cypresspaw square in the chest, splattering all over his well-groomed smoke fur. He hardly flinched at the impact, only closing his eyes briefly before sending his brother a hostile glare. "...My paw slipped." Raptorpaw innocently protested before bolting past Cypresspaw as the smoke apprentice gave chase, swearing on the top of his lungs that he'd strangle that blue apprentice.**Silverstar** 21:02, September 26, 2018 (UTC)

Skykit smiled down upon her littermate, listening to his words that held such meaning. "I forgive you, Brookeki-" Suspicion filtered into her features, narrowing of blue visionaries as a sly grin pulled at his maw. "Brookekit..." She warned, but nothing prepared her for what he did next. Squeaking in shock, the kit found herself upon his back, her paws dangling over his sides and her jaw against his shoulders, as she had slightly fallen and smacked onto his back. Pinning her ears, she held an unimpressed expression as he padded proudly toward the killpile. "You mouse-brain. I could've fallen!" She quipped, grumbling to herself, but her interest was heightened as she watched him carve up her morsel. "Hey! That's mine." Skykit mewed, watching him prepare her meal, possibly for his own consumption. Once again, Skykit found herself falling, but this time it was to the ground. With a yelp of shock, the kit made contact with the earth. It wasn't far enough to do damage, but it still slightly scared the youngster. Licking her maw, she realized her morsel, all diced up just for her, was right before her. As Skykit reached to greedily bite into a slice of the mouse, a sudden weight fell upon her back. "You fox-heart! Get off of me!!" Flailing her front paws, the shekit tried to claw her way free, but he was much older and heavier than her, so her efforts would prove to be in vain. "Get off get off get off! Helppp! I'm getting squished!" Skykit mewled. Lunastrae (talk) 01:08, September 27, 2018 (UTC)

The mud was already drying and plastered to his chest, his fur matting and starting to curl from dampness. Cypresspaw pursued Raptorpaw like a lynx on a hare, gaining on the mischievous one swiftly. But the trkckster would not be caught, swerving and making sharp turns to leave his smoke brother confused. Raptorpaw, as agile as a fox, leaped over the pile that was Brookekit and Skykit. While the blue tom cleared them with ease, Cypresspaw didn't expect it, and quickly attempted to put on the brakes.**Silverstar** 01:26, September 27, 2018 (UTC)

He laughed at her cries of protests, and then rolled husbands eyes when she started screaming for help. “Alright alright I’ll get off, ya Bird brain.” Or at least he started to move, and then they were leaped over by Raptorpaw, and before Brookekit had a chance to move out of the way with Skykit in tow, Cypresspaw was following suit, but thought better of it..only not soon enough because his skidding came to a crashing halt as he joined the duo, and then all three rolled and fell apart. “You bloody mouse brain!!” Brookekit called out to Raptorpaw as he came to sit up and dust himself off and found himself on top of both Skykit and Cypresspaw who seemed to be overlapping each other. “Ah. Sorry! Are you two okay??” He moved to quickly get off then started nudging Skykit up and worked to help the older tom too. “No one hurt?”MaliciousOblivion (talk) 01:58, September 27, 2018 (UTC)

Slightly dazed from the repeated dropping, falling and being barrelled into by larger toms, Skykit took a while to answer as she was nudged to her shaky paws, her pupils blown out in dilation. Blinking slowly, the kit realised where she had just been a few moments ago, pressed firmly down against the older tom by the name of Cypresspaw. Squeaking, warmth flooded her cheeks as she skittered behind Brookekit, shyly peering out toward the darker pelted tom. Ears pinned firmly against her skull, she continued to stare firmly at Cypresspaw, but whenever he looked toward her, her gaze would drop with fascination of her dainty little paws. Remaining firmly quiet, she continued to hide in her embarassment. Lunastrae (talk) 02:14, September 27, 2018 (UTC)

Cypresspaw was impressed. Not with these kits (he didn't know them well), but with how *dirty* he got all of the sudden. Shorepebble had him the cleanest he'd ever been in his life for his ceremony, he swore that he didn't have a fleck of dirt on that coat of his. And now? His broad chest was plastered with mud from his obnoxious brother, and he had a thick layer of dust caked over his originally sleek black-and-silver fur. His mother would be horrified...and his mentor? Probably wouldn't recognize him now. "I'll be ok once I strangle that brother of mine..." Cypresspaw spoke in a low growl, his glare drifting back over to Raptorpaw, who made faces at him from the shadows. "I'll get revenge, enough for all three of us."**Silverstar** 02:19, September 27, 2018 (UTC)

Brookekit was concerned for his litter mate’s health due to all the dropping and rolling she had done today. Perhaps it would be best if he took her to the Med Cat when they were done eating to make sure she was okay. When Skykit hid behind him, he couldn’t help but send his eyes skyward and then side stepped so she was facing the older tom dead on. “Well. If ya want help with that, we are quite the mischievous pairing. You’re Cypresspaw right? Congrats! I’m Brookekit. This’ll is my litter mate, Skykit. She’s a bit shy, but a big sweetheart. You might wanna clean yourself up though. Currently you look like a giant hair ball.” He smiled good naturedly at Cypresspaw and dipped husband head in respect.MaliciousOblivion (talk) 02:33, September 27, 2018 (UTC)

Eyes widened as she was left in the open by her traitorous best friend, who she shot a death glare full of intent for when they were in private, before she snapped her gaze back to Cypresspaw and then her paws, trying to make herself seem smaller; insignificant to the situation so she'd be ignored. She never really interacted with toms outside of her littermates, so she was extraordinarily shy and just a bundle of blush when near the opposite gender of near age. As Cypresspaw growled, a shiver ran down her spine, prickling at the end of her fur tips as she listened to the two interact, but she quickly sent a paw Brookekit's way when he mentioned her, baring her teeth before going back into her small state of hiding into herself. Lunastrae (talk) 02:42, September 27, 2018 (UTC)

"I know, Raptorpaw's to blame. I'll be such a disappointment to my mother." Cypresspaw groaned under his breath, thankful that the silver tabby warrior was distracted with her gimpy daughter and therefore not seeing him in such a ruffled state. He slide his kitten-blue eyes that never faded out over to Skykit, 'raising a brow' curiously. "Brookekit and Skykit. Is your sister...mute?" He tipped his square-shaped head to the side, but quickly catching himself as not to sound rude. "Not that it's a bad thing."**Silverstar** 02:48, September 27, 2018 (UTC)

He knew he’d get an earful now due to his stepping away, and then her glare sent a feeling of death down his spine, but he chose to press further. Go big or go home..right? “We’ll ya see..she doesn’t normally talk to anyone aside from me and our family, so she’s a mute Byblos choice. Sometimes talking to handsome toms she will freeze up too or even older clan members in general. She’s gonna kill me later for spilling her dark secrets~! But don’t let that behavior fool you! Skykit has a mean set of teeth.” He grinned wider and scooted further away from the younger kit knowing there would be lashing out if he stayed too close. “Skykit why don’t ya address the nice tom?” He winked at her in a playful manner.MaliciousOblivion (talk) 03:10, September 27, 2018 (UTC)

*Mute!?* She'd give this tom mute in a second. Sour expression turned to the tom, but before she could speak up he continued with what the kit, in her own way, considered a compliment. Warmth flooded her cheeks once more, well, that was until Brookekit started to ramble. Her features falling into a resting fox face, completely unimpressed as those dull eyes snapped to Brookekit. She promised to herself then and there that she'd never reveal anything to Brookekit ever again, as the fluff-brain seemed to happily blabber on about her deepest feelings. She grinned with threatening teeth at Brookekit before her ear tips turned pink as she focused her attention onto Cypresspaw. "I- uh." Skykit wheezed out, her eyes widening once more as she clearly embarrassed herself by sounding like she was trying to cough up a furball. "H-hi." She stuttered out, her voice squeaky yet feminine, still not properly developed, so it often could be considered annoyingly high. "Bye." She choked out, before turning on the spot and hunkering down, her back facing the tom as she hid into herself. If she couldn't see him, he couldn't see her. Lunastrae (talk) 03:35, September 27, 2018 (UTC)

He seemed to get somewhat lost in Brookekit's rambling, to the point where Cypresspaw just smiled and nodded to remain a presence of politeness. His mother taught him well, even if those lessons never fully soaked into Raptorpaw's thick skull. He caught something about "killing her brother", "behavior fool you", and "mean set of teeth", and there appeared to be this sort of rivalry or teasing behavior between the pair. How quaint. "Hi, nice to meet you, too." The smoke tom greeted her with a kind grin, before noticing that she turned her back on him. Huh, maybe he was starting to smell bad from all this mud and dirt?**Silverstar** 04:02, September 27, 2018 (UTC)

He’d signed husband life away with his rambling, but he’d done so because he knew money of it would actually get heard and so her secrets were still technically safe. However, she didn’t seem to realize that as it seemed she was plotting a gruesome death for him. With that, he lowered his ears in silent plea for her mercy. He didn’t think she would end up hiding so openly this time. Man wasn’t he wrong..and Brookekit learned in that moment to never underestimate her shyness again. He wasn’t sure how, but some way he was now in front of her like she originally wanted and this time he wouldn’t move unless she wished him to.MaliciousOblivion (talk) 04:30, September 27, 2018 (UTC)

"You are foxhearted, Brookekit." She whispered to him when he returned to his spot in front of her, and she ducked down to crawl beneath the tom, using him as her hide as she peered curiously up to Cypresspaw from between Brookekit's front paws. She felt safe like this, so she allowed her curiosity to shine through. "P-pleasure." She replied, her stuttering seeming to become a new notorious addition to her speech. She didn't know much else to say, after all what could she truly say. "D-do you need a hand... with y-your... fur?" She offered, tucked snugly beneath her best friend, big innocent eyes locked upon Cypresspaw's darker azures. Mother of Ferrets 04:42, September 27, 2018 (UTC)

"Oh? This mangy coat?" Cypresspaw raised a paw to glance down at his fur, promptly placing the limb back on the ground before letting out a short, soft laugh. "Thanks for the offer, but I have no idea as to what Raptorpaw threw at me. If you helped me groom all this out, it might be a...sanitary issue." She offered to help him groom out the mud, so maybe she *was* disgusted by his appearance? Either way, it made him feel somewhat self-conscious about his current appearance, causing him to shift where he sat.**Thieving Ferret** 04:50, September 27, 2018 (UTC)

Echosong was nervous, she needed to take a walk but didn't feel like guiding a trail of kittens with her. She waved to one of the apprentices, Eveningpaw. "Will you watch them? I need to take a walk." Eveningpaw nodded and the tabby queen hurried from the camp. Minkclaw Winter is coming. 04:55, September 27, 2018 (UTC)

Sniffing around, the pure white feline stalked through the brush, following the scent of clan cats with one singular motive. Recently, Luna had a realisation; she required milk, and since she did not have any herself she would have to find someone who did. Almost as if StarClan once again answered her prayers, a cat exited the camp, her coat stinking of milk. Heterochromia eyes locked onto their target, and with a silent swiftness, the she-cat tackled the queen to the side of the camp entrance, out of view. Hissing, she quickly grabbed the scruff of the queen, careful not to injure her stomach at all as she began to attempt to drag the cat away into the direction of her nest. Catnapping was a new crime Luna was to commit, but she'd do anything for her kits. Mother of Ferrets 05:12, September 27, 2018 (UTC)

"S-sorry, I just.. It looked like it was bothering you, with you chasing your brother and all." Crawling out from beneath Brookekit, she scooted slightly closer to the older, dark furred tom. "I-I don't mind. I've had to clean that mouse-brain because he's clumsily tripped into muck." Fluffing up her short coat, she blinked up at him with those azures. Quickly, without permission her tongue darted across his cheek, wiping most of the mud from that section. Mother of Ferrets 05:42, September 27, 2018 (UTC)

After Skykit began grooming him, Cypresspaw glanced from her to her brother. Was he even cool with this? Normally the smoke apprentice would blow up if any tom got near his sister, Coastpaw. But he had to admit, he didn't mind Skykit creeping a little closer, he didn't have many friends within the nursery or apprentice's den, aside from his mouse-brained brother.**Thieving Ferret** 05:51, September 27, 2018 (UTC)

Willowspirit padded out of the warriors den, coughing slightly. Meanwhile, Birdsoar and Bouldersnow hunted together outside of camp. --forever and always 05:56, September 27, 2018 (UTC)

Thornpad had just eaten a mouse, and he was ready to go herb hunting for Foggysky. He thought it would be nice to lend her a paw. He was hoping to find catmint, marigold, some dock too. *It'll be hard carrying it all...* he glanced over to Willowspirit. Maybe she'd like to join him? She was very nice, he knew he'd enjoy her company. He padded over to her, being careful with his paw steps. "Hi, Willowspirit," he greeted warmly. "I was just going to go gather some herbs for Foggysky. I was wondering if you'd like to join?" —**p****a****t****c****h****f****e****a****t****h****e****r** **. You're poison running through my veins** 06:11, September 27, 2018 (UTC)

Willowspirit's ears flicked up as she heard her name: she turned to see Thornpad. "Sure, I'd much prefer herb-gathering to hunting," she mewed. "I get less out of breath. Are we going now?" --forever and always 06:16, September 27, 2018 (UTC)

Thornpad nodded, lifting his nose in the air and sniffing the breeze with a grin. "I think the weather is perfect right about now," he answered. He so enjoyed the crispness of leaf fall air. He beckoned her along with his tail, his movements slow. "I'll show you the best spots," he purred. "We're looking for dock, catmint and marigold." —**p****a****t****c****h****f****e****a****t****h****e****r** **. You're poison running through my veins** 06:21, September 27, 2018 (UTC)

Willowspirit silently appreciated Thornpad's slower movements. Most other warriors would go faster, making her get out of breath easier. "Sure," she mewed. "I'm sure you know some good spots. And I'm sure that Foggysky will thank you for it." --forever and always 06:25, September 27, 2018 (UTC)

It threw him for a loop when her moving caused him to shift and then she slipped out of her hiding place. When had his litter mate become so forward with her advances? It was astounding to watch as she licked his cheek after he had declined her offer..and for some reason he wasn’t okay with their exchange. She was acting too soon, and he refused to let his best friend and sister go any further today. Perhaps with more time..then it would be okay. “Ahem..Skykit? I think I heard Mama calling us home. Let’s not keep her waiting. Unless you wanna continue to stare at our new friend and act twitterpated.”MaliciousOblivion ~dies~ 12:34, September 27, 2018 (UTC)

Flicking an ear back to Brookekit, she nodded and peered back up to Cypresspaw. "You should clean that off, it's starting to dry and if it does, it'll never come off." She whispered lowly, shy once more. She had a focus before, to clean and distract herself, but Brookekit had interrupted that focus of mind, and once more had she scampered back into her protective mental walls. Raising to her paws, she stumbled toward her litter-mate, nuzzling him as he almost seemed put off. "Okay." She muttered, glancing back to give Cypresspaw a farewell nod before she began to toddle toward the Nursery, distracted in thought. Mother of Ferrets 13:23, September 27, 2018 (UTC)

Cypresspaw gave a small shrug of his shoulders to Skykit's comment about quickly getting clean. "If not, I can always jump in the river. That'll clean me off quick and good." His eyes drifted back over to his blue brother, who stood with a wide stance and his tail lashing wildly, as if non verbally challenging him. "I'll see you two later. I have business to attend to."**Thieving Ferret** 14:05, September 27, 2018 (UTC)

"Yeah, I love gathering herbs. It's so peaceful," Thornpad purred, leading the way. He made very careful steps, stepping on the driest of ground. He didn't like mud. It was too heavy and suffocating. It held back freedom to float around like a feather. He curiously looked back at Willowspirit. She had difficulty breathing. He never asked why. *I wonder if juniper would help...* —**p****a****t****c****h****f****e****a****t****h****e****r** **. You're poison running through my veins** 15:50, September 27, 2018 (UTC)

He nodded in farewell to Cypresspaw, and returned Skykit’s affections before setting off with her to get to the nursery. They’d had a very productive day..and frankly all he wanted now was to curl up with the family, and sleep. “Well? You gonna tell me watcha think of him? Or will we just meander on back to the den in silence?” He glanced over towards Skykit as he walked right next to her with a smile on his face. Cypresspaw was a good tom it seemed like. He would be good for Skykit in the future. Now was too soon though. Brookekit would make sure to get to know the tom better for Skykit to get used to him. Today had just thrown him for a loop..that was all.MaliciousOblivion ~dies~ 19:05, September 27, 2018 (UTC)

"It is," Willowspirit agreed, following Thornpad's steps onto the driest parts on the ground. Getting stuck in the mud was a bad idea, especially for her. *Also, it's less taxing than hunting.* --forever and always 00:01, September 28, 2018 (UTC)

Echosong was surprised when a white blur attacked her, tackling her to the ground. She pinned her ears to her skull, teeth bared. She kicked out at the cat. She wouldn't be taken by a rogue; she had kittens to care for.

Eveningpaw sat at the nursery entrance watching Echosong's kittens. Beautifulkit and Islandkit were huddled together; both wore worried looks. They had seen Echosong leave camp to walk; it had been a while since the queen had left for a walk. It was nearing nightfall now too. The smoke tortoiseshell cast her eyes to the deputy, Morningwing. *Should she tell him that Echosong should have been back already?* Minkclaw Winter is coming. 00:47, September 28, 2018 (UTC)

"Think about him?" Skykit countered in confusion, her eyes snapping toward him but her nose began to warm up. "...I think he's going to send Raptorpaw to the Medicine Den by the look of those daggers he sent him." She quickly replied, brushing off the situation. She'd never admit aloud that she considered the apprentice quite cute, but she refused to allow general attraction to grow outside of just that; attraction. Swishing her tail, she perked her ears toward the Nursery, noticing her foster sisters huddled outside of the Nursery.

"Stop fighting! Mouse-brained queen. You will have a purpose... Yes... A good purpose." Luna rambled as she unlatched from her scruff to go for her legs, aiming to incapacitate her instead of kill her. Hissing as she was given a few scratches from those flailing paws, she began to aggressively bite at whichever leg came closest, aiming to merely bruise the bone instead of break it. Once she was satisfied with the damage she inflicted, she escaped the wrathful claws of the Queen to grab her again. "You will raise my kits strong... yes. They must live. They **will** live, thanks to you. Yes... very important." Mumbling, she continued to drag her toward her den, and out of StormClan territory. Mother of Ferrets 03:26, September 28, 2018 (UTC)