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Post by silvercloud on Jan 10, 2008 19:51:45 GMT -5
Midnightkit was bored, and when he's bored, that's not good for anybody. Of course, everyone assumed it was just regular kits being kits, but was it really? Where was his brother, Fleecekit? That scaredy-cat was always whining about something, but he was fun to poke and prod. "With mom, of course," He thought, "Like he's ever anywhere else!" He started to walk back to the nursery, but not before hitting a warrior in the back of the with a ball of moss.
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Post by silvercloud on Feb 11, 2008 16:47:50 GMT -5
OOC: Nobody wants to talk to (or scold) Midnight?
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Frostpaw
Apprentice
Everybody, STAND BACK. It could be a bomb.
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Post by Frostpaw on Feb 11, 2008 17:07:54 GMT -5
OOC: I have no shadowclan cats... otherwise I'd love to rp with you...
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Feb 13, 2008 0:02:35 GMT -5
.wanna waste her monthly blood. .wanna tear her clan down.
It was just Midnightkit's luck that the careless throw of his ball of moss had hit the spotted body of New ShadowClan's leader, Smokestar. He had been hunched over enjoying the remains of his mouse when he felt something soggy hit his back and roll over onto the ground. His head immediatly whipped around and his tongue sought out the area that had been violated on his flawless coat. When he was content with the condition of his golden fur he looked down at the vile ball and over to one of the few places it could have been thrown from. His eyes landed on the smaller figure of one of his clan's newest additions. He was unsure about what he was called, he knew the litter's names, but had yet to match their faces with them. A small sigh left his muzzle before he rose to his paws and lifted his chin toward the kit. His icy tone was neither friendly or unfriendly, it was simply neutral, You. Stop. That was a little rude don't you think?
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Post by silvercloud on Feb 13, 2008 1:54:37 GMT -5
Midnightkit looked up to see Smokestar towering above him. Oh how he would've loved to throw back a witty retort, but no. The only way to gain what he wanted most was to fly just above the radar. Midnightkit dipped his head in a deep bow, and meowed, "I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to hit you and interupt your meal. I was merely taking this moss to my mother, but I though it would be much quicker and more efficient if I threw it so that I would have more energy to help my clan. Now I see how foolish and rude I was, and I won't do it again."
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Feb 13, 2008 15:06:31 GMT -5
The tom stepped through the camp entrance; in his jaws he carried a rather plump hare – considering it was leafbare – that had WindClan’s scent. It was almost too obvious that he had gone and hunted in another Clan’s territory as he tossed the dead creature into the fresh-kill pile. Grimm surveyed the clearing with little interest, the one cat only catching his eye to be the leader, Smokestar. He didn’t hear the first couple sentences passing between his leader and the small kit next to him, but he didn’t really care either, the conversation was probably a meaningless one anyhow. The spotted warrior made his way over to the pair and stood but a single tail-length away. On the inside he couldn’t stand Smokestar, he thought it was even more disgusting to be in the cat’s presence, but on the outside he seemed to have the highest respect for him. He simply was going to watch them until he was asked why he was just sitting around doing absolutely nothing, and when that inquiry was made he wasn’t exactly sure what his reply would be.
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Post by wynnyelle on Feb 14, 2008 19:12:47 GMT -5
ooc: here goes nothing, she's my 2nd character in the game and I'm guessing about one month old?
ic: Crescentkit bounded out of her family's nest and trotted in a toddly, young-kitten way after her larger brother, her tail arched in playfulness. Like almost any kitten, if she was awake, she wasn't sitting still. The fuzzy black she-kitten caught up with Midnightkit and saw the fresh kill pile. Just turned one moon old, she had never eaten fresh meat before, only nursed. "Hi Midnight. Ohh," she smelled the delicious blood, "can we try to eat v'at? Momma! Can we eats v'at?"
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Feb 14, 2008 22:02:13 GMT -5
.wanna waste her monthly blood. .wanna tear her clan down.
The small bengal's right ear twitched in amusement as he listened to the young kit. He would be trouble when he was older, but he would definetly be a good asset to the clan. When Smokestar spoke again his voice had taken on a bit of a humorous tone, Well, well. You're a clever little kit, aren't you?
Before he could say more another boisterous young kit had run up to the pair of them. His eyes immediatly went to her forehead, seeing the crescent shape and remembering her name. She was the only one he could identify immediatly. Who couldn't? A crescent for Crescentkit, it was the easiest thing in the world. He glanced out of the corner of his eye at a larger figure, breathing in discreetly to make sure it was who he suspected. Grimm, a fine warrior of his clan, but he could smell another new scent in the camp as well. Hare mingled with WindClan. In his mind he hissed, there was no need for a clan as small as their own to be stealing prey. Even if it was leafbare there should still be enough prey to feed them all. Stealing was a last resort thing only. If WindClan decided to attack they might be very close to defenseless. He decided not to acknowledge him yet and instead focused idly on the kits. Ah, Crescentkit. Your mother hasn't started giving you solid foods yet? he frowned in disapproval before padding quickly to the pile and returning. A small mouse was dropped before them and he sat down. If you're hungry this mouse might be of great interest to you. So tell me, is your mouth full of teeth? Sharp enough to give your brother a good nick on the flank?
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Post by wynnyelle on Feb 14, 2008 22:09:01 GMT -5
"I gots teef!" said Crescentkit. She opened her little pink mouth to reveal tiny white canines just broken through the gums. "And uh she gived us blood-foods a lil bit but it was--it was--" she squirmed a little bit as she stood there trying to explain things she didn't have many words for yet, "it was just a little piece of it and it, and it, and it didn't haved a head on it."
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Feb 14, 2008 22:23:10 GMT -5
.wanna waste her monthly blood. .wanna tear her clan down.
A weak chuckle whistled out of his teeth. Young kits were so amusing with their strange talk, but at least she was easy to understand. I can see why she gave you very little. So hang on a second and I'll let you try some. He took the mouse firmly in his jaws and began to slap it hard against the ground. Until he was content with the tenderness of the dead creature he took the head in his mouth and began to gnaw and twist until it was off. He chewed and swallowed before nudging the body over to the kit. Alright, now I only want you to take a little bit and make sure you chew it very well before swallowing. You too, if you're hungry. He nodded to Midnightkit, still not sure what his name was.
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Post by wynnyelle on Feb 14, 2008 22:47:29 GMT -5
When the bengal began smacking the mouse against the ground, Crescentkit burst into tiny mews of laughter. "You's hitting it on v'ah ground! Why you's hitting it on v'ah ground?" It was the funniest thing in the world! "Is v'at's to make it more dead?"
She sobered up when he offered her some. "I can eat it--I fink." Drawn in by its smell, she sniffed at the piece of prey, then closed her little jaws around it, trying to eat off a piece small enough to swallow. She wound up chewing it a whole lot, letting it fall from her mouth all wet and sort of chewed up, then she would take it in her mouth and try chewing again. It was so delicious yet so hard to eat! She settled for licking all the blood off it that she could. She went from chewing to licking and, when she'd licked all the blood from it that she could, she took it in her mouth again, giving her now-tired jaws one last effort at biting off a piece. Finally she gnawed one piece off, got it in her mouth and ate. She dropped it once, but snapped it up again and finally swallowed. "Mmmm...V'at was good but my mouf is tired."
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Post by silvercloud on Feb 14, 2008 22:53:19 GMT -5
Midnightkit couldn't help but feel a little excited. Fresh-kill! Smokestar seemed at least a little suspicious, but it didn't matter, he'd "prove himeself" when he became an apprentice. Giving a short bow before turning around to face his sister, he turned around and sank his teeth greedily into the mouse, and hissed, "Where's Fleecekit? Is he with mom?" He asked, but he was pretty sure he knew the answer to that question.
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Post by wynnyelle on Feb 14, 2008 23:09:10 GMT -5
"I fink so," said Crescentkit between bites. She still had most of her meal to eat. "He was vare before."
She pinned down the mouse body with both paws while she gripped it in the middle with her teeth and pulled. This allowed her to pull off another piece. Now she was getting somewhere! Finishing that bite, she looked behind her at the direction of their mother and brother. "Momma! Fleecekit! We's eating meats!"
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Post by &&Ðяëāmÿ[ðòñò] on Feb 15, 2008 17:53:26 GMT -5
[/b] Dreamcloud meowed, a laugh in her voice as she approached her kits. She waited for Fleecekit to follow her.[/size][/ul]
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Post by wynnyelle on Feb 15, 2008 18:17:09 GMT -5
"Momma!" Crescentkit looked up at her mother with pride in her blue eyes. "I'm eating real foods!"
She proceeded to work another piece of meat off, tugging off a mouse leg this time. The whole leg popped off complete with most of the meat on it. Crescentkit got it in her mouth but it was too big to swallow. She ended up trying to chomp it down into a manageable size, but it kept on falling out of her mouth.
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