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Post by kittyn on Apr 27, 2006 18:04:15 GMT -5
Swankit leaped to her brother's side, a bolt of fear going down her spine as white hot electricity bubbled through her like an over excited kit. She wasn't exactly used to these connections she had with Moonkit yet. Sending a glare towards him that said 'that hurt!' she pleaded with her own eyes as Shadownight laughed.
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Post by Marly on Apr 27, 2006 17:29:57 GMT -5
Moonkit look over at his sister, the look in her similar gray pools reminded him the connection, his ducked his head apologetically. He had just been so excited. He looked back up at his mother, then back to Thornstar, his fur prickling slightly with anticipation, he knew he had to cool himself for his sisters sake. He softly nudged his sisters side.
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Post by kittyn on Apr 27, 2006 17:50:37 GMT -5
((LOL... that was kind of funny.))
Swankit, who had grown excited as well when that white-hot connection had been made, now trembled with recognition as she noticed her mother's eyes flash when she looked at Thornstar. Throwing a glance at Moonkit and returning his affectionate nudge, she thought hard on an image of Shadownight and Thornstar together, hoping he would recieve it. Although she was fairly bad at recieving connections, she was very talented in sending them.
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Post by thornclaw on Apr 27, 2006 18:54:11 GMT -5
(OFT: I don't blame you; the only reason I threw those in there was 'cos I needed exercise with them. My teacher was at Starbucks and they gave her a whole bunch of hard vocabulary words from the new movie 'Akeelah and the Bee' to promote it. XD Are the kits . . . telepathic? o.O
The leader lnodded at Shadownight, then ooked down at the tiny soon-to-be apprentices; a purr of amusement and satisfaction escaped from him as the kits earnestly strung him questions. "Of course. You will all train hard and become great warriors, won't you?" the tom asked, knowing fully well that they would strive to become their best whether he asked them to or not.
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Post by Marly on Apr 27, 2006 21:14:43 GMT -5
(OOC: Yeah, sorta, Moonkit and Swankit are identical twins, and they have the connection kinda like Squirrelpaw and Leafpaw. They get the same emotions and feelings, thier still young and don't quite understand it though)
Moonkit's flecked gray pools stared back at his sister, head tiltling awkwardly as an image formed in his head, he didn't know if it was some random thing he was thinking or if it was something she was thinking? Random things often popped in his head...but he got the feeling this was from his sister...he didn't quite get it yet, he looked questionly from Swankit to his mother, Shadownight. The young tom's attention was pulled away as he heard Thornstar's strong voice. His eyes lit up as he listened to him. He nodded his head vigerously, "I'm gonna be one of the greatest warriors someday, all the elders will tell stories about me! I promise, i promise i will be a good apprentice, and train hard, and listen and learn and and..." the kit found himself out of breath, he had been talking so fast.
Nettlekit's tawny skull now squeezed through a small gap in the shadowclan's camp wall. She pushed hard to get her front shoulders through, though after that the rest was easy. Once she was through, she nimbly turned about and stuck her head back through the hole to grab something? It look like a...shrew? She proudly carried it in her jowls, proud blue optics full of life. The little kit spotted her mother and quickened her pace. She was so proud of her catch! Just like a real warriors hunt! She had caught soemthing! She knew everyone at camp would be so proud of her, right? Why shouldn't they be! The little she-kit put gently laid the shrew beside her mother, beaming proudly, "Look what i caught! I caught it on my own too! Arn't you proud of me!?!" She said, sitting up right, chest puffed slightly out, showing the white diamond pattern under her chin and down her neck and chest.
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Post by Marly on Apr 27, 2006 21:22:49 GMT -5
(OOC: poor Nettlekit, she just doesn't understand it yet, she's sooo proud of her catch too xD I was just bored and trying to think of where she coudl have been all this time, lol, might screw a few thigns up, plus i feel a lil' bad for her, but hey, it has to happen sometimes, actually, the kits are almost apprentices, i should make them a little older sounding....oh well, Moonkit will feel mature once he is made an apprentice xD)
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Apr 28, 2006 10:20:07 GMT -5
Shadekit glanced over to his sibling. "A bit late Nettlekit?" he teased. Shadekit than announced, "I am going to be the best warrior in the whole forest!" His head was lifted proudly, he was determined to think this every day intill he was a warrior.
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Post by Marly on Apr 28, 2006 16:21:11 GMT -5
Nettlekit frowned slightly, "Better then you've done....i'm good at hunting! I'm gonna be the best hunter!" Even through her brother's comment the gleam of pride in her eyes remained, she was still quite proud.
Moonkit glanced over slightly at his sister, "We're not supose to leave the camp Nettlekit....wow...was that...alive?" Moonkit's expression changed to surprise, wishing he too had caught prey. He looked back up at Shadekit, giving him a playful nudge with his skull. "I'm gonna be the best warrior....i said it first..."
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Post by kittyn on Apr 29, 2006 12:35:33 GMT -5
Shadownight's identical blue orbs lit with pride and love for her little oddball. Butting Nettlekit with an affectionate and stern gesture, she glanced at the shrew. It was very small - probably a "kit" like Nettlekit. "Never," Shadownight breathed in relief, "Run off like that again!" She rasped her tongue across Nettlekit's ear to emphasize her meaning. Nettlekit was Shadownight's little gem. She reminded her exactly of her dear lost mate, Darkforest. As she settled down beside Thornstar once more, her stomach clenching in nervousness a bit, she listened intently to her kits' vows.
Swankit leapt up and twined herself between Thornstar's legs, ignoring Moonkit's inquiring glare. "I'm going to be the most loyal-est warrior yet, and all of ShadowClan will thank me when I get to be the bestest queen in the forest!" Her gray hues gleamed in earnest.
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Post by Marly on Apr 29, 2006 19:29:40 GMT -5
Nettlekit blushed behind her sable shaded fur, "But maaw!I had to catch food for the clan!!!" She purred, rubbing up against her mother's pillars.
Moonkit shrugged, he didn't have much doubt in his twin sister's, afterall, if he could be the best warrior tom, and she was his twin, why couldn't she be the best warrior she-cat? He nodded, "You'll do great too Swankit...oh, and you too nettlekit and Shadekit....I'l still be the best though!"
OOC: Sorry it's so painfully bad....i'm sooo tired....
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Post by kittyn on Apr 29, 2006 19:38:10 GMT -5
((XD. Don't worry be hyper.))
Shadownight purred, her eyes never quite leaving Thornstar. "I'm sure you did, Nettlekit, but you must be an apprentice first!"
Swankit glared at Moonkit from in between Thornstar's legs, her fur fluffed up. "Yeah, I will!" she agreed readily, a bit too excited for her future.
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Post by Marly on Apr 29, 2006 19:56:58 GMT -5
(I can't be hyper...too depressed....)
Nettlekit sighed, "But i couldn't wait!!" She said, gazing back down at her small shrew. She picked it up with a claw and started playing with the dead vermon.
Moonkit smiled with satisfactory, he had visions of apprentice-hood. He looked back up at his mother, trying to lick his fluffly fur down. He knew his bright white fur wouldn't help him during the green seasons, but winter would be another thing.
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Post by thornclaw on May 1, 2006 17:32:59 GMT -5
All the while the kits conveyed their desires to become the best-of-the-best, Thornstar carefully watched them all with glinting emerald eyes. Each of the kits had a unique personality, but the leader came to the conclusion that one of them appeared to be a little more ambitious, crafty, and rebellious than the rest – and that can–no, will- lead to trouble if the kit goes wrong, the leader reasoned decisively. Naturally, it was the goal of all apprentices to do their best at anything; to become the greatest warrior, to train harder than any other (and the physical part of training could be a bit taxing on a mentor, especially if they had an energetic apprentice, Thornstar had analyzed). Sometimes the apprentice would wear out after several weeks – which was also normal. But the especially determined ones would persevere, he knew. Eventually all would become warriors, hopefully . . . But the kit in whom Thornstar had seen such a streak of strong ambition was, unfortunately, Shadownight’s favorite. The situation was not liable to help, either: the kit which did not fit into the rest; the kit which seemed to be the more independent one; the one who was the favorite (whether she liked it or not); the one who dared to venture out of camp but knew that it was not all right; and, finally, the kit who showed most ambition. Of course, these character traits could all be used to benefit the clan tremendously – but if they went wrong . . . Thornstar apprehended the future, and tried to convince himself that things would not go wrong. The kit was perfectly normal. He was over-reacting. He was seeing himself – his past, his reflection – only because he knew he hated it. It forever plagued him, forever haunted him, forever . . .
“Of course you are!” sneered the larger kit, raising an unsheathed paw and batting another kit with full force on the face. The smaller kit cowered, then shrieked as the elder one brought another blow upon its tiny black head. “I am, I will, I-” another relentless smack sent the small black kit skidding several inches across the dirty floor of the cave. “Please,” the kitten meowed, whimpering. A slender tail curled across its crouched forelegs as it cast a pleading, sorrowful look up at the older kit. Still obviously enjoying pounding the tiny kit, the older kit smirked, then paused in his raining blows. “Promise.” “I prom-” “Promise by Livid.” “I promise . . . by Livid.” The little kit did not dare to hesitate, knowing it might earn him another pummeling. Yet inside he knew he was making a life-binding oath; one that would trouble him in the future. If only he could escape! Escape was the one thing which he longed for most – and little did he know that escape was worse. Escape – freedom – was when he must make his own decisions. And if the choices he made were the right ones, he would pay a price for it. But Thorn knew that the wrong choices were the only ones that would please his high-and-mighty – yet ominous and threatening – brother, Dark. The wrong choices were the ones that his deceased father would have made him make; the ones which would have pleased his father and Dark. But the wrong decisions were the only ones that would save his life.
The painful memory flickered briefly as it flashed through Thornstar’s mind in less than a second. So often had he remembered this – and other episodes – that the mere thought of his past became an entire recollection in itself, and took only a fleeting moment to remember all at once. Yet the memory was not revealed in the leader’s eyes; he left his mask on and continued to watch the kittens as with interest, brushing away the memory. The young cats still seemed intent on insisting that they would be the most prominent warrior. Thornstar chuckled, amused. “Know this, kits: to be the greatest of all warriors, you must first make yourself the least of all warriors.” Perhaps the kittens did not understand him, but the leader had observed them all to be knowledgeable and smart.
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Post by Marly on May 2, 2006 17:01:20 GMT -5
(my goodness...xD, lol, yeah, Thornstar mgiht be overacting just a wee bit...Nettlekit didn't know better...i was jsut bored xp)
Nettlekit's tiny skull tilted questioning, trying to figure out exactly what her leader had just said? She broke the words up in her head. She smiled, looking back up at Thornstar and nodding as she had understood. She fell back onto her mother's side of silk, a soft pur emitting out of her small throat. Her mind drifted away, pawing at the thoughts that lay in her elegant dial.
Moonkit had caught on to what Thornstar had said almost imeddiently. His snowwhite head turned, gaze falling on Swankit, to whom he tried to send the basic wording to her, before he spoke it outloud, thinking he got what the leader of Shadowclan as trying to tell them, "So...erm, To be a good warrior, first you have to be a bad warrior?" he said, a little confused, but he suposed he got it, since he wasn't the...best right now.
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Post by thornclaw on May 2, 2006 17:37:58 GMT -5
(OFT: Yeah, he's a little, er, paranoid. XD LOL
IC: "No," the leader began, glad to explain things yes still hoping one of the kits would have picked up the meaning to the riddle, "the best warriors are those who put others before themselves." The tom curled a velvet black tail around his forepaws and looked back inquisitively at Moonkit.
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