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Jackdawkit

Shy boy
May 1, 2021
7
0
1
Bones
40


A bundle of pitch black fur decorated with a pair of pale grassy green eyes was finally - finally - at long last making his way towards bright light. Behind the kit trailed the scent of the nusery, the safe space, the haven where his mummy and brothers slept. Sometimes they would leave through the hole they called the entrance; why, the soot-furred kit did not know and hadn't really wanted to know.

Until now. A constant hum that could be heard from the entrance, voices of many cats, many many strangers, had become the background buzz to lull him into sleep, snuggled warmly up against his littermates. But today, today he had told himself that he wanted to know what was outside - who were outside - and maybe see what intrigued his brothers so.

Black fur stuck up in every direction as the tiny kit peeked out into the hollow. Oh, it was huge! Green eyes squinted as unfamiliar light beamed down upon his small head and he took a deep breath. Suddenly flooded with thousands of scents, an overwhelmingly large amount of smells: of heather and moss and grass and trees and, and... oh, he did not know what to make of it! Tiny paws would take an uncertain step forward only to feel disoriented; the world swirled and swirled around and faces - so many unknown faces! - seemed to look down at him with expressions he could not comprehend.

The small kit would fall flat on his rump, barely a mouse-tail away from the nursery and shut his eyes from the busy camp; for had Berrykit not once said something about being unseen if you kept your eyes closed?

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YUCCACLAW.

🌵 WILD
Apr 25, 2021
27
5
3
Bones
25
sturdy, roundish calico with pear eyes and a scar-littered mawwindclan warrior40 moons
A form she could have mistaken for shade, had whiskers not twitched to the heave of warm lungs, sights squeezed shut. What an odd flock of kits this Windclan had. And she does not think this kindly - does not grin with joy at this beetle-lull of paws and breaths at hollow's maw, but with judgment. Soft, small, bug-boned thing. Kits like this should be sharpening claws against the talons and fangs that loved them so, not playing dead before they came.

"Birds ate yer paw-pads, kit? What're yeh doin', lyin' round like that?" She leans, gleams teeth at closed eyes in her smile soured by lashing tail and barks. "Wake up! Yeh wanna walk 'round? Eat? Hunt? Course yeh do - c'mon, no slumpin' like a snapped snake!"
 
Oct 19, 2020
169
50
28
Bones
882
Jackdawkit had always been an interesting kit. Unlike any child she'd ever reared, he was shy and reserved, terrified of the outside world. In truth, it worried the mother, her mind filled with scenarios of her tiniest kitten never learning to hunt or defend himself or talk to other cats. But like everything involving her kits, she was a patient and understanding bystander, gently cooing small encouragements to the boy. However, she was beginning to fear that he'd never leave the nursery, not like his siblings who had been romping around outside for several moons.

The sight of the tiny black kit was shocking to the queen, who would peer up from her meal with interest. Pride shining in her eyes, Howling Wind got to her paws and began to make her way over to the quaking form before a loud presence beat her to it. There Yucca stood, scowling and scolding at her kit for his fear and something in the plump tabby tightened. No one would pressure her kit like that, so like the protective mother often would, she swooped in to protect him. A fluffy shield that slipped in between the too-close she-cat and Jackdawkit, pale green eyes narrowed and striped ears angled backwards. "He's doing fine," She cemented, voice firm and the slightest bit hostile. A pluming tail curled to enwrap her son to let him know that his mother was here, and he was okay. The presence of this desert cat, however, was not welcome; Howling Wind feared her radical ideas of preparing kits too early for the world and wouldn't take kindly to those ideals being thrust upon her own offspring.

// ic opinions i love yucca <3
 

BERRYKIT

drowsy
Apr 2, 2021
46
15
8
Bones
65

Berrykit did not take any notice of whether or not her brother was perceived as strange- people thought she was strange, too. Shyness was something some cats just... had, and though Berrykit was not shy herself she had spend plenty of time watching cats like the Skeleton-molly and Sooty, their skittish movements and their wide eyes, uncertain tones spluttering hurriedly from their frowning maws. Was it a trait in dark cats? Her brother and the Skeleton-woman were both completely ebony, and Sooty had black smudges upon his fur too...

Having witnessed her brother's fall, Berrykit's hobbling movements carried her dappled form over, a light, contemplative frown settled atop olivine eyes. Who was this- this person, accosting her brother? And that plethora of scattered scars across her maw, as if kit-claws had scrabbled skittishly across her lips... how absolutely interesting. "Don't shout at Jack-jack, please." It was more a question than anything else, a quiet utterance tainted only slightly by the inherent muffle of her maw. That wicked smile upon her maw was the defining trait that earned Berrykit's christening of Chuckles. With her words uttered, still feeling the creeping discomfort of perception upon her spine, she limped over to Jack-jack's side, attempting to touch him lightly with her tail to assure him of her presence.
[ PENNED BY PIN ]
 

JAYWHISKER

bad idea!
Mar 14, 2021
81
45
18
Bones
450

the barking of yucca does it's job well in drawing the attention of the blue point, his eyes narrowing as he notes the way she berates jackdawkit in her strange accented voice. stalking over to stand beside howling wind, who also caught on to the other molly's words, he levels yucca with a hard stare. ever since becoming close to howling wind, he's grown protective of her little scraps. to hear one of them being scolded for no reason makes his nostrils flare. "instead of yelling at a kit, why don't you go out and hunt something yourself?" he grumbles, jerking his head towards the camp's exit in further invitation for the older warrior to leave.

Name: jaywhisker
Age: fourteen moons
Gender: cisgender male
Pronouns: he/him
Group: windclan
Rank: lead warrior
Appearance: a skinny blue point with a torn left ear, a slate blue collar, and stormy blue eyes.
Personality: curious, blunt, snarky, stubborn, impatient, awkward, high-strung, reckless
 

DRY ROT

outsider
Mar 24, 2021
68
26
18
Bones
475
for once some cat with some common sense, ironic he thought that considering most of his days were spent lounging around. dry rot watched, amused, a couple paw steps away as the scene unfolded. smirking at the irony of his own annoyance at his peer. a small ruffled looking black kitten, eyes closed and unaware of the chaos they had accidently bred into the air. this particular kitten was one of the worst offenders on dry rot's list of kittens to hate the most. never leaving the depths of the nursery until this day, and continuing to muck it up. even if he did gather even more annoyance about the other sitting stagnant at the small entrance, it was a moment worth celebrating.

besides, the other tom didn't require protection. his large family stretched far enough to respond within seconds. howling's large tabby form pressing up against her son, bridling with annoyance. the soft monotone of berrykit's voice as she slipped right beside her sibling. jay with mumbles of insult right back at the odd talking female. dry rot was half tempted to take her side just to balance out the confrontation. half. he wasn't stupid enough to get on howling's nerves for the second time this moon.

"c-cra-crazy idea, what if everyone m-moved." he kept his voice light, a rare tone of understanding, "be-besides what's the use o-of leaving the nursery if yo-ou don't do anything?"


dry rot was growing more each day, and even now could feel his neck crane down slightly to reach closer to the meek kitten. offering an silent ultimatum to get his way. free access to his "sleeping" spot.
 

Jackdawkit

Shy boy
May 1, 2021
7
0
1
Bones
40


A bark-like voice shattered the illusion of feeling unseen; Jackdawkit must have done something wrong if closing his eyes did not make him invisible. The small black form trembled and pale green eyes would open to come face to face with leering teeth. Oh. Staying strong and unaffected was hard; heart beating rapidly, akin to a cornered mouse, he quickly found that liquid would gather in his eyes. Pale green turned watery green and Jackdawkit tried not to sniff, not to cry but it was so hard!

A well-known scent then surrounded him like a soft blanket and he rapidly blinked the tears away - he would not cry, he would be strong for his mummy! The softest trill was heard as he opened his maw, shoulders laying back to puff out his chest, an innocent glare directed at the scary cat, "I'm fine. See, I'm outside the nursery!" The bravado soon passed as he slumped and pressed his small form into his mother's side.

Oooh, but now more cats were gathering around and Jackdawkit wasn't sure what to make of it. Berrykit was welcome, and he'd lean into her touch as well, always comforted by the presence of family. But then another stranger came by and he looked important. Important enough to make the black bundle to stare wide-eyed and curiously at the blue point. A whispered, "who's that?" was directed at his mummy and Berrykit, but at that moment Dry Rot just had to come by. Jackdawkit didn't like him. He didn't like the way the brown kit would speak politely but hide the actual jab in his words. And he didn't like how the other kit was growing so much faster than him. Or perhaps it was more that Jackdawkit didn't like being so small... Pouting, he chirped quietly, "I am going to do something. I was going to explore the camp..." He heaved himself onto small black paws and he felt the thrill of showing all the cats that he did know how to get around by himself. Getting used to the bright light of the outside also helped a lot - but now, where was the freshkill pile he'd heard the others talk about?
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Badger Tuft

★ || LOYALIST
May 3, 2021
14
1
1
Bones
75
Kits. New life that would surely mean the survival of their group. He didn't exactly consider himself to be fond of children. They were loud and cried most of the time. Always seeming to be in the way of the more important things adults needed to get done. It didn't make sense to him why anyone would bother to spend so much time with kids who weren't their own. Even then, he didn't see why children were necessary unless you truly wanted them. Otherwise, their only purpose was to continue the circle of life. "Busy much?" He would pause near the gathered group only to watch what they were doing. Having only caught the tail end of the conversation, he gathered that one of them had raised their voice at one of the children, leaving the rest of them angry. If you were always soft on the children they would never truly learn and grow up properly. That's what his father had always thought anyways. He decided that he could spare a few moments to see what exactly the fuss was about. It wouldn't hurt him to at the minimum say hello to everyone.

 

YUCCACLAW.

🌵 WILD
Apr 25, 2021
27
5
3
Bones
25
sturdy, roundish calico with pear eyes and a scar-littered mawwindclan warrior40 moons
Poke the nest and it squirms its split. Buggy they bunched - word here, twitch there, tails swept and teeth blinked from maws like beetle-gleams - winging her own smile wide, blackish gums splayed long and leggy in loud drawls.

"Fine, just fine's a killer, molly," words snake quick, not budging a tooth-length with the whisk of thick fur in front. "Hungry hawk-hearts love fine! Yeh want yer kits livin', yeh make yer kits great!" Green and green burn in matched stares. No other earns this gaze - only glances dust to mumbling mottles, scrawny youth. "Speak up," she lips to the former, crooked little thing - no good if she let her mind wither as wobbly as her body.

"Yeh tellin' me to shut? Then yeh gotta speak up," again rumbles throat, paw thumping grounds with spoken prods. "Show some heart, moth-mouth! Yell! Flash yer teeth! Bite me dead!" A fine lesson, she reckons, cackling, so her tongue tosses to grumbles from blue. "Think a little more than tooth-lengths a' moons, tom! Teachin' goes long ways!" Swift she's flicked to that dust-furred kit - spoke some smarts then, spoke some smarts now. Growing well, too. Kinder licks the shine of her grin as she peers to him. "Yeh got some brain! Keep it an' teach it!"

Then the sun of this show speaks. And she beams - he does have a lick of will in him! Glare spat, the want to see camp whistling in airs.

"Somethin' itchin' yeh?" Odd, that heartbeat swell and wet of sights, though. Firms her thoughts - he ought to get out more, get used to rough dusts and pollen. Anyways. "Camp, I'll show yeh 'round camp!" Then past. No good, gleams again, no good that these kits were burrowed for so long. Why, she was learning to stomp scorpion-heads and break scales at his age! "Sure are," she'd lip brief to new dapples, while plans hatched to get some real work done.

 
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DRY ROT

outsider
Mar 24, 2021
68
26
18
Bones
475
the brief moment of praise from yucca was pleasant, but just as quickly it had come, it left. having to listen to the meek peer ramble and mumble under his breath some sort of woven excuse. dry rot didn't like lies, and he especially didn't care for the lack of annunciation. even he managed to speak loud enough to be heard with a stutter worse than a scratched cd.

"i am going to do something. i was going to explore the camp..."

green eyes narrowed, sharp and thin like a snake. he didn't quite care for the comeback with no physical response. perhaps jackdaw hadn't understood what he said, even though his form of "move" felt pretty clear. perhaps this other kitten miscalculated what kind of cat dry rot actually was, even though he felt it was even more obvious he was not one to have a pleasant chat about what the other planned to do with their day. the clouds in his head turned dark, as his fluffed tail lashed over a rough landscape. at that moment jackdaw wouldn't know his luck, being protected so fiercely by two cats worthy of dry rot's respect.

"
mm, o-okay, go wi-with her then." shadow ticked shoulders shrugged as he nodded in yucca's direction. growing increasingly more impatient with each second he was barred from making it to his family's nest. there was still some level of calmness in the toms voice, pleading to some outside force to let him leave this uncomfortably tense situation. there were around two minutes before he'd give up and find a different place to relax for the afternoon. it was some social miracle that he hadn't yet (or just him exercising the ultimate display of his stubbornness).
 

BERRYKIT

drowsy
Apr 2, 2021
46
15
8
Bones
65

Chuckles' words required extensive concentration for Berrykit to understand. Telling her to speak up- no-one had ever said that before, likely a biased criticism spilling from the mouth of one who wanted to send kittens out into the world young. Though Berrykit was exceedingly bored with her life, this waiting around did make the forbidden fruit of the outside world all the more enticing, all the more thrilling- and for that she was at least grateful, however much her brain felt as if it might leak out of her ears one of these days, rotted from lack of stimulation.

She simply sighed, the air shuddering through her slackjawed ivories as her shoulders heaved heavily- up, down, in a long sigh. Not a cat to hold grudges, and seeing how clear it was the Tusk wanted to get inside the barricaded nursery, the dappled child decided to try to guide the group away from blocking all the paw-traffic. Besides, even without Tusk, this was a hare-brained place for any sort of conversation to occur. "I don't really like biting people... I much prefer napping. Speaking of which... I'm off." Murmured words once again, clearly not taking much criticism to mind, as she hobbled off to find a good place to nap. Her throat was already starting to ache with how much she'd been talking.
[ PENNED BY PIN ]
 
Oct 19, 2020
169
50
28
Bones
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Within moments, more cats flooded to the scene. Berrykit and Jaywhisker were at the queen's side in a heartbeat, both leaping to the meek Jackdawkit's defense. While she'd never admit it out loud, it felt good to have the new lead warrior on her side. Perhaps it was arrogance, and suddenly she was prouder than ever to call the tom a friend. Huffing, she straightened herself and tightened her curled tail around the black tom-kit's form. "That's Jaywhisker. He's a lead warrior, and the one who found Berrykit when you all were young," She murmured in explanation, muzzle turned towards his fluffy ear. Of course he wouldn't know any of his clanmates; he'd only just now been brave enough to leave the den he was born in!

Sharpened green eyes were locked back onto Yucca within moments. She was urging her son to let her show him around camp, and Dry Rot was encouraging it. Howling Wind wasn't sure she would allow such a thing, especially after the she-cat's harsh greeting towards the ebony kit. "I can show him around just fine, but thank you," She mewed, forcing a polite tone into her voice. "Come on, Jackdawkit. Let's go meet some more of your clanmates." With that, she straightened and padded a few steps to the side, brushing against Jaywhisker gratefully before pausing to see if her son was following.
 

Jackdawkit

Shy boy
May 1, 2021
7
0
1
Bones
40


Jackdawkit began to pout as the barking she-cat opened her maw once again; a string of words he could neither find head nor tail of streamed rapidly out with her breath and all he could do was stare with his tiny tail quivering in uncertainty. She was very confusing - and finally not knowing what to do about the molly that seemed to both praise him and yap at him, the small black kit whispered, trying to get her to stop talking, "I want to - I want to see the freshkill pile!"

Then, he thought sulkily to himself, Dry Rot could go do whatever Dry Rot did, and he could see from where all the food his mummy and siblings brought to the nursery was placed in the camp. Tiny paws testing out the rough hollow floor as his mummy then murmured in his ear; the cool cat was Jaywhisker and he was the one who had found Berrykit - Berrykit however seemed to have ambled off, probably to find somewhere to nap. He heaved a sigh of relief as well when his mummy wanted to show him around because he was very sure that the other molly would just chew his ears off. "Okay!" He trilled after the dark brown tabby fur of his mummy, shooting one last look at the gathered cats; Jaywhisker he smiled at and Dry Rot he merely pouted at, and at the scary cat he chimed, "you can show me around another time..." He hoped meeting his clanmates would get him closer to the elusive freshkill pile.

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COUGARKIT.

FIERCE ONE
Mar 31, 2021
32
5
8
Bones
185

auburn abyssinianwindclan & kitfive months
Yucca was always so loud, so rambunctious. Cougarkit drowsily lifted his head from the place where he napped, a loud yawn leaving his parted jaws as he stood up to stretch. His long limbs popped and cracked with effort from the stretch, the sound of kits talking and a familiar voice- Dry Rot. If he was around, did that mean his siblings were too?

"Is that Jackdawkit?"

He'd heard of him before from Howling Wind, about the kit that was more shy than the others. A chance to befriend, a chance to spend time with someone. Cougarkit was an enemy to loneliness, and it consumed him very easily. Oh, so easily.

"Hi! I'm Cougarkit. Ignore Yuccaclaw, she's got a rat up her rear half of the time."

An innocent smile to said femme, the tom happily prancing up to walk alongside Jackdawkit's side.​


 

YUCCACLAW.

🌵 WILD
Apr 25, 2021
27
5
3
Bones
25
sturdy, roundish calico with pear eyes and a scar-littered mawwindclan warrior40 moons
Crawl, really, was the word of moors' mouth - drooling bug-mumble of shoulders, sights, rattled slow and ticked from teeth and sleepy gums alike. Tottering tongues and hobbles. To dust and ruddied mottles she rolls eyes and throat, rumbling, dry laugh and snort snarling hot with heartbeat and heartbeat onwards she spends staring, dawdling.

What a riot. Rather - she wishes it one. Could make more out of a senseless thrash than these moths. At least, she guts a hunger back in grins with little ma's gambol to squirm off.

"On an' on with yer just - fine - molly! Good for nothin' but bird-bait, yeh dung-stuck skulls, tell yeh," she drawls on, cradled to low chortle and spit. A pleasure, the lip of insults to own fur when faraway crawl the claws of skirmish. Well, would be, did the black stench of rot not buzz her heart. What a dead family. At least, at least the shadow yet weeps another time, and she leans, licking lips to the smile of a set mind.

"Sure will." A promise. Once it's sealed in sunlit teeth's gleam, she flicks tail farewell for now, a wonder rare to taste in harsh sands, for now she peels paws with chuckles' echo to the foul mouth just slipping in. Not the first time she heard that one. Still funny.​
 

Jackdawkit

Shy boy
May 1, 2021
7
0
1
Bones
40


Oh. Cougarkit. He'd seen the kit around before, but never paid any mind as the abyssinian was not part of his family. Jackdawkit liked keeping himself to those he knew well, but he guessed it couldn't be helped that others would want to talk with him when he ventured out into the camp. Voice barely audible he mumbled a, "hi Cougarkit. Why does Yuccaclaw yell so much? It hurts my ears..." He didn't mind the other kit following along, but he really wished there were less eyes on him - the tiny black found that he did not like being the centre of attention at all.

Black ears laid back against his skull when the molly - Yuccaclaw - opened her mouth to let more words out, more confusing, scary words that made his legs tremble. And then - then at the very end a promise... a chill ran down his spine as he glanced back to see the gleam of Yuccaclaw's teeth; spooked tail brushed the dirt ground of the camp as he shuddered, wondering what the words, "sure will", entailed...

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COUGARKIT.

FIERCE ONE
Mar 31, 2021
32
5
8
Bones
185

auburn abyssinianwindclan & kitfive months
Yuccaclaw's sharp teeth and intimidating response made Cougarkit huff in disappointment, fluffy tail settling gently on Jackdawkit's head to comfort him. A kind smile graced the abyssinian's face, the male nearly tripping over his own paws before he carefully gathered himself and grinned.

"She's just loud, she doesn't mean anything by her words. I won't let her do anything to 'ya, tail promise."

Offering his tail out to the male, gesturing for him to wrap his tail around his own. A tail promise was never to be broken. It was the ultimate show of trust, a bond that mustn't be broken. His eyes then glanced up to Howling Wind, smiling up at the motherly figure. His mama was busy with warrior duties- he hoped one day, that he'd be able to protect her. Catch prey for her so she wouldn't have to move a muscle.​