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Leafbare and the heaps of snow it brought were generally looked at with fear and worry by most warriors, but for kits it was a brand new world to explore, albeit a chilly one. Unless they were born during the cold moons, most young kits had never witnessed snow fall in fluffy clumps from the heavens, or caught fluttering snowflakes on their noses, or stared in awe gleaming icicles before in their short lives. Leaving the nursery every morning was an adventure; who knew how much more snow had fallen throughout the night? It was their innocent excitement and joy while bounding through seas of snowpiles that gave many older cats the strength to carry on with their warrior duties; tiny giggles and purrs of laughter warming their hearts even with the icy winds.
However, that sentiment didn't apply to everyone. Mudkit would soon discover that fact herself, as she jumped in and out of her clanmates' pawtracks in order to navigate across the camp. Though she still wasn't too fond of the cold, the fun of playing in snow had slowly grown on her, and the optimistic brown kitten was always up early to see what the new day would bring. Summerclan was her entire life now, and she couldn't be happier about it. At least everyone she met seemed to be nice to her, though there were many who seemed to not notice her as they passed by.
As she attempted to make a jump over to the Medicine Cat den, she tripped over her own feet, cascading forward and sending snow flying as she fell face-first into something large and furry. "Woa-Oof!" Stars flooded her vision as she attempted to regain her barings. Glancing upwards, Mudkit could finally see that she had run straight into an older cat. She quickly juped up to her feet, shaking the snow off of her head. "S-Sorry, m-my bad! Are you alright?"
He had never wanted to be a father. It wasn't in his plan. He had been an ambitious young cat that sought only to rise through the ranks to leader, and he had decided his life to that pursuit; falling in love had been an acceptable bump in the road, and the son that resulted he had been tentatively optimistic about. He and Harestorm had never been particularly close, especially after he was made a grandfather while his son was still an apprentice, and his fatherly instincts had never really made an appearance. His goal was still at the forefront of his mind, and he was close with the leader, a sure next choice for deputy. But then he saw how weak Angelstar's family made her, and remembered a war not too long ago. By the time his mate announced a second litter was coming, he loathed the kits before they were even born, because he understood it meant he would never be leader like he wanted.
Foxsnarl had ignored them, even when one was apprenticed to him. He had gone so far as to ignore most kits in the nursery afterward; they held little interest to him, even though they were his future clanmates. As he strode across the camp, flicking his whiskers at the heavy snow weighing upon them, he stopped to lift one paw and swat some of the flakes off the top of his muzzle. In the corner of his eye, he saw a kit trip and tumble, and before he could move she slammed into his side. He swayed, but didn't move a step, and only lifted his brow as he looked down at her.
"Yeah. Watch where you're going, kit," he told her sharply.
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Post by uniqcrim on Jan 7, 2019 16:09:14 GMT -5
[ Mind if I jump in with Ghostkit? I think he could live up to the title well lol ]
Ghostkit witnessed the scene before him as Mudkit stumbled and bowled into the senior warrior, Foxsnarl. He had seen the way the experienced warrior avoided the kits and apprentices in camp and was harsh and brash with them. He didn't appreciate the treatment even as her sharply snapped at his fellow kit.
"Hey, she didn't mean to." The silver tabby spoke up abruptly, bounding over to the kit. They weren't close by any means but he wasn't the type to stay silent even though he was still covered in kitten fluff and Foxsnarl was not just a warrior but a senior warrior. What was the point of status if you were nasty with the cats of your clan? He couldn't understand it and his mother was not nearby to reprimand him for his behavior. Why should he hold his tongue? Foxsnarl should respect Mudkit too.
Mudkit blinked, so startled and taken aback by the warrior's hostile reply that she barely noticed Ghostkit run up beside her. Confusion was evident on her features; no cat had ever spoken to her in such a way before, and the very idea of someone being genuinely mean was a completely foreign concept in her young mind. She recognized Foxsnarl as one of the more older warriors, though unlike her denmate, she had only ever seen him from a distance. Perhaps...the senior warrior wasn't feeling well? Or maybe the collision had injured him more than the tom was letting on? Yes, that must be it.
With a newfound determination in her yellow-green eyes, she used Ghostkit's shoulder to help her gain her footing again in the heavily-packed snow, then turned to Foxsnarl, dipping her head politely. "No, it was my mistake. I wasn't looking where I was going. I'm sorry." Lifting her gaze, she leaned forward to closely examine his side. Remembering what she had watched Graythorn do when she visited the Medicine Den, Mudkit began reaching a paw up to brush his thick ginger pelt. "Did I hurt you at all?"
He looked up with a fierce scowl as some other kit intervened. Now, maybe he had been a bit overly harsh, but he didn't appreciate a kit speaking back to him. He was still debating on his answer when Mudkit reached up and touched his side. Foxsnarl jerked away in surprise, his hackles starting to rise.
"I'm fine," he replied gruffly, accepting her apology with a flick of his ear. "Just watch where you're going in the future. Run into someone at a gathering and they'll tear your fur off."
Post by ComplacentDevil on Jan 11, 2019 23:44:17 GMT -5
Galaxykit rolled her eyes from where she was watching the warrior and other kits interact. For Foxsnarl to be a senior warrior he sure was acting like a kit just over being bumped into. Big baby. Even she didnt snap at people when they bumped into her, and she was always bumped into, warriors always kicked her around since she was small. She was never able to get anywhere in camp to explore without being underpaw and she never complained.
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Post by uniqcrim on Jan 12, 2019 17:22:43 GMT -5
Ghostkit glanced at his siter, Galaxykit, as she rolled her eyes and he felt similarly. "You can't just blame her." The silver tabby kit continued stubbornly, planting himself by the warrior's feet with a look of determination in his green eyes. He didn't plan to let it go as easily as Mudkit and he didn't like the warrior who growled and complained like a newborn kit.
Mudkit shrunk back as Foxsnarl jerked away from her, his gruff and gravely voice ringing in her ears. For a moment, she considered getting mad at his rude behavior like Ghostkit and Galaxykit obviously were; she appreciated them standing up for her more than they'd ever know, but for some reason, she couldn't find it in herself to talk back like they had. He did accept her apology after all, albeit in a very passive-aggressive way. Instead, she took a seat in the snow in-between her two young denmates, respecting the Senior Warrior's very clear boundaries.
"You...mentioned gatherings. Is that where everybody goes on the full moon? A bunch of other clans exists besides Summerclan, right? Is it like a big meeting?"
Foxsnarl nodded, eyeing her warily. It was less that he was upset with her and more that he wasn't sure what she was going to do now. Kits could be rowdy, feisty, rude, and overall unpredictable, and he wasn't sure if she was about to jump up and pull his tail or try and bite him or just run screeching around the camp.
"Yes. It's a time of peace when all the clans gather to share news. Sometimes we just meet with our neighbors - FallClan, WinterClan, and SpringClan - but sometimes we meet with every clan."
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Post by uniqcrim on Jan 18, 2019 16:10:05 GMT -5
Ghostkit's ears perked with interest. "Can we go to one?" He asked. He figured that he wouldn't be able to until he was at least an apprentice but it never hurt to ask. He wanted more than anything to see the other clans and become familiar with them.
Fallclan...Winterclan...Springclan... Mudkit recognized the name as the three clans that directly surrounded Summerclan on different sides. She would occasionally hear some of the other warriors talking about them, or making plans to patrol their various borders shared with them. The little she-cat glanced over at Ghostkit, also interesting in the answer to his question, but had a more pressing one of her own. "Our neighbors, what are they like? Are they just like us?"
"When you're older you'll get to go," he agreed. "But not now, you're too small. Someone will step on you and start a war." He was warming up a little to their questions, though he was still clearly uncomfortable. "Well, let's see. SpringClan is a bit like us, most of the time; they're friendly and a bit naive, and they tend to have bad leaders take over." His nostrils flared at the thought of some of those leaders he had met, and suppressed a flare of anger. "FallClan is quiet and peaceful, but they're a prickly proud folk too, and they get insulted easily. And WinterClan?"
Foxsnarl laughed. "Bitter cold hearts, those cats, and strange. Proud and sharp and a bit too prone to violence for my tastes. You keep well away from them."
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Post by uniqcrim on Feb 3, 2019 18:50:03 GMT -5
"Why are they so mean? Wouldn't they be nice if we just talked with them or befriended them?" Ghostkit's voice was filled with confusion, innocence, and naivity. He was unsure of the idea that a cat could be so cold for no reason. Were the other clans that mean to them?
Mudkit shared the same sentiment with her denmate, far too young to understand the brutality Winterclan was capable of. "They live waaaay up, in the coldest part of the mountains, right?" She pointed out, turning to Ghostkit. "Maybe they're mad a lot because they're too cold? But they like their territory, so they don't want to leave either. I wouldn't want to leave Summerclan, even if it got super warm."
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Post by uniqcrim on Feb 8, 2019 22:21:50 GMT -5
Ghostkit nodded thoughtfully. What Mudkit said was true, he would be angry and irritated if he was always freezing his fur off. At least here he could take shelter in the nursery where it always seemed to be warm and cozy. "We would never leave our territory, Summerclan is meant to be here." He announced proudly and defiantly.
"From what I've heard, that's half of it," he answered with a twitch of his whiskers. "But if you really want to know, ask Ghost, if you can find him. He used to live in WinterClan." He cast a quick glance around for the warrior, whose shaggy dark gray fur was an obvious mark of his heritage.
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Post by uniqcrim on Feb 17, 2019 15:13:33 GMT -5
"Hey! His name is like mine!" Ghostkit announced with a grin, looking around curiously. Ghostkit was a silver tabby which was a common pelt in Summerclan, but then again they were a clan with very diverse appearances since they allowed outsiders unlike many of the others. "Is he around here?" Ghostkit peered around curiously.
"If you see him, go and talk to him, Ghostkit," Mudkit encouraged her friend enthusiastically, though remained sitting in front of the Senior Warrior. "But I wanna learn more about Gatherings. If you find Mister Ghost, you can ask him about Winterclan, then we'll share what we've learned with each other!" Of course, that plan would only work if the tom was around camp. It was more likely that a warrior might be out on patrol, in which case the pair would have to make do with pestering old Foxsnarl with questions until he returned.
"Yes, it is like yours," he agreed with a half nod. "How... observant."
After a moment more of searching, he spotted the warrior lying out in the sunshine. He was still, but even from here Foxsnarl could detect the glint of his eyes, so he must not be asleep quite yet. "There he is, outside the den. Are you sure you want to stay here?" He made no attempt to disguise the hope in his tone that Mudkit would leave him as well.
