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POSTED ON: Apr 25, 2022 19:58:15 GMT 12
| Moosekit @scorchkit @butterflykit |
The world was confusing, it was getting harder and harder to figure out which things were important and what wasn’t anymore. Moosekit has already experienced a small bit of horror in the short time he’s been alive, he wasn’t familiar what exactly a Condorstar was just yet, he’s heard bits and pieces, from what he knew. Condorstar was the one they all followed, and a few cats in the clan didn’t like that, he had watched his mother speak it to him and his siblings after everything had happened, when he found himself alone and frightened, only be reunited with the safety of his mother. Since then, he remained even closer to her, not leaving her side and refusing to adventure outside of the nursery when it was allowed, instead remaining in the safe place he had made for himself.
Moosekit remained in a loaf position in the corner of the den, gaze following the strange flying bugs within the den, giving a quiet chirp each time one passed his nose. His mother had yet to tell him much about the flying bugs, he knew they were bugs but had no idea how they could be so high in the air like a bird. Watching them had quickly become a pass time for him, waiting for one to get close enough for him to hide under his paws, he always missed no matter how quick he tried to be, always watching them slip past those tiny toes of his. He could only hope to catch a flying bug one day, and keep it as his friend. Moosekit truly believed he’d make a great friend toward the bugs, if only they would let him catch them.
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POSTED ON: May 3, 2022 13:56:21 GMT 12
 SCORCHKIT KITTEN OF SHADOWCLAN
He had been feeling really off since the day he had been thrown against a wall. Mother had never mentioned it, not until she had grabbed him by the scruff of his neck just a tad bit too hard. He had screeched in panic, his own wide eyes blowing wider and he had begun to breathe heavily. He was shocked he had not died there and then. ' Toughen up kid,' A thought floated through his head, and he shook it away. He liked the sound of that voice, it was deep and rich - filled with wisdom he strived to have. Perhaps he could be like his father if he spoke in that tone. Giggling, the little kitten stood with shaky legs, before spotting the larger kitten across the den. Being as sneaky as he could be, the kitten took to the shadows - not like his flame colored coat could be helped. ' The irony in our fur color.' He thought, and shook his head as he readied himself to pounce on Moosekit.
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PLAYED BY
Perception
SEXUALITY
Bisexual [male preference]
ACHIEVEMENTS
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POSTED ON: May 4, 2022 15:07:21 GMT 12
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[attr="id","percpost"] [attr="class","percpost1"] [attr="class","percp4"] [attr="class","percp5 percim"]  [attr="class","percpicon"] [attr="class","percptitle"]butterflykit
of shadowclan [attr="class","percp5 percpb"] [attr="class","percscroll"]
There had been a lot of scary commotion as of late. Butterflykit had latched onto her mother for dear life when Ratwhisker had entered the den; his eyes were full of hate and anger and she knew - whatever his intentions were, that they were not good. She didn't understand why he had come into the den, or what he wanted. But, she knew that he had shaken Scorchkit and then Myrtlesky had come to the rescue. Butterflykit didn't know much about Myrtlesky; other that she was almost like a hero, and that she was good friends with mommy and daddy. [break][break]
The small she-cat poked her head out from under her mother's tail. She had been nestled up with it, using it as something to snuggle against. Her small, round eyes drifted to her brother. He was a little shaky, but he pranced across the den and landed a playful pounce on the tom across the den. Butterflykit squirmed and pulled herself up to her paws. There was a little niggling feeling of worry in the back of her mind. She feared for Scorchkit after the incident. [break][break]
She was anxious to approach. But, her brother's presence almost made it easy. She gracefully trotted up behind him and batted a paw curiously at the two toms as they played. "Hi!" She squeaked.
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POSTED ON: May 8, 2022 14:33:51 GMT 12
His gaze remained focused on the flying bug, chirping quietly at it, he couldn’t hear it. But he was sure they made wonderful noises, maybe they sang as they soared through the air, or whistled like he remembered birds did. He was too focused to notice the brightly colored orange pelt stalking up behind him, unable to hear him it seemed Scorchkit was able to surprise the other. He let out a surprised squeak feeling the sudden weight of another on top of him, his hind legs kicking upwards to defend himself, at first amusing it was Stagkit trying to play rough with him despite how much he hated that kind of play. Only to come face to face with Scorchkit’s orange face, brows furrowed down at the younger kit, he wasn’t too familiar with him or his sister, only knowing that their father was Condorstar, he never really found himself wishing to socialize with other kittens in the nursery den, being unable to listen to them the same way they could listen to him or his littermates and mama often made it harder for him. With Butterflykit now joining the two of them, he felt even more uneased, eyes darting between the two of them anxiously
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POSTED ON: May 16, 2022 4:06:45 GMT 12
 you put me on a pedestal and tell me i'm the best Play nice. Those were mama's words. Scorchkit grinned at his catch and quickly left the other tom as the paws reached out to smack him. A harsh reality would have Scorchkit rearing away and scared at any touch. However, the young tom simply bounded around, his eyes peering at both his sister and the older tom. " Yeah, Hi!" He meowed after his sister's hello. " I'm Scorchkit, and this silly cat is Butterflykit." He introduced them, he knew they probably already knew their names. " You're... Moosekit right?" He asked, not really giving the older tom a chance to speak. " Want to play?" He asked, his whiskers twitching happily as he leaned down, his rear high in the air swaying from side to side. He was unaware of his actions bothering the other tom. raise me up into the sky until i'm short of breath. [googlefont=Open+Sans][googlefont=Karla]
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PLAYED BY
Perception
SEXUALITY
Bisexual [male preference]
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POSTED ON: May 17, 2022 20:03:48 GMT 12
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of shadowclan [attr="class","percp5 percpb"] [attr="class","percscroll"]
Butterflykit didn't know that Moosekit was hard of hearing, or deaf. She was completely unaware of his struggles and the challenges that he faced. But, she saw his eyes dart nervously, anxiously, and immediately Butterlykit lay her ears flat against her black furred head. Oh no, she thought; have I somehow upset him? What did I do? The feline's tail drooped with worry. However, her bouncy, naturally charismatic brother took lead. He didn't seem to notice Moosekit's discomfort and pushed through with the conversation, asking him if he wished to play. [break][break]
"I-..I think he may not want our company," she whispered very quietly to her brother. She held her pale amber eyes on her brother. The two cats were so different, despite their youth. She was insecure, quiet, riddled with anxiety. But, he was confident, brave, and spoke to others with such ease. Part of her wished she was more outgoing like her brother. But, at the same time - he often gave her the confidence she needed to get through socialization.
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