Bouncing About- Kits & Queens

[D a R K - R a H]

A small she-cat bounced eagerly forward, chasing a small ball of moss. It was mice ot be able to play without having to get told to hurry up or keep with her mother. Dreamkit was only two moons old, an all she could remember was traveling. She had no memories of her former home, of sleeping in one place more than a few nights, or even of having a single fresh-kill pile. Still, she felt the excitement of the older cats and relished in it. This was going to be their home, Rainwhisker said. Dreamkit still wasn't sure what that meant, but she liked the idea.

Snatching up her toy, she bounded back in the direction of her family and the other kits, eager to share with the other kits.

[Patmos]

Treekit eyed the scene carefully. She sighed, wondering if she should join Dreamkit. She was apprentice age, perhaps she should start acting like it. But a bit of fun wouldn't hurt....This trip has seemed to be anything but fun. She was still a kit wasn't she? Besides, the clans just kept moving and moving until night. Now was the time to just relax...Taking a deep breath she padded over to Dreamkit.

"Can I play?" She asked, her ice blue eyes twinkling.

[Wazo]

ooc: im just sticking cometkit here for now because its not like she would be away from her mom and Dark, you can choose to play her if you would like or not.

Racoonpelt sat under the shade of a large pine tree, utterly exhausted, emotionally and physically from the journey away from her home. Lying next to her was the fluffy forms of her two remaining kits, Bearkit and Cometkit. Racoonpelt’s face always seemed permanently etched in sadness and fatigue as of late. Looking down at her kits, she wondered to what strange place she had brought them. First Woodstripe and then her kits….it made Racoonpelt afraid of creating an attachment to any cat. Even Bearkit, who had survived, was blind in one eye, and she feared for how he would find a place in the clan with a disability. If only Woodstripe was here….but that was an impossible dream. She knew he was up in StarClan, watching over them, and hopefully watching over their kits. Sometimes it was just so lonely…

Bearkit layed beside his mother, their grey pelts mingling together. He watched the other kits with one eye, but that was all he could use anyway. Secretly, he wished he could join him, but his lumbering movements and disablity always proved too slow for the other kits and he was usually left out of the games. Sometimes he prefered to stay on the sidelines anyway. Besides, all the games were practice for becoming a warrior, and he didn't know if he could ever become one. He could possibly be one of the strongest kits with his size alone, but the others could weave circles around him. Perhaps in the new clan, he could find his place.

[D a R K - R a H]

Dreamkit jumped in surprise at Treekit's voice. her black-and-white tail fluffed up in shock and the moss ball fell from her mouth. She turned towards the older kit and surveyed the older kit, mismatched eyes deep in thought.

"No," she stated flatly. Still, half a second later, she launched herself at the other she-kit, letting out a "battle-cry" of fury.

Dreamkit's cry awoke the dozing Cometkit. A second earlier she'd been too exhausted to move, but a sudden new engery now filled her brown eyes. She quickly rolled to her feet and trotted in the direction of the other two she-kits without so much as looking to her mother for permission.

[Patmos]

Treekit stepped to the side, avoiding Dreamkit.

"Hasn't your mother taught you about proper respect?" She did her best to keep her voice anything but rude. "I will become an apprentice in a very short time."

She wondered if she should talk to Rainwhisker about it. Alas, the poor tom had so much to do already. He doesn't need a little kit bugging him about their apprentice ceremony. It'll come when it comes.

[Stormeh]

Two small shapes bounced over towards the other kits. A larger she-cat followed slowly, unsure about how the kits would react to having an apprentice around them... And besides, Raccoonpelt wasn't in CherryClan. But one of the kits was from the very same Clan...

The lithe gray apprentice settled at the edge of the kits' play grounds. She was beginning to mature into quite the beautiful young she-cat: her fur was beginning to gain a sleek, glossy sheen to it and her gauntness was starting to disappear. Her eyes weren't holding the same hurt, pain, and feelings of being an outcast that they had only a few mere moons before. She felt more accepted...and mostly for the love of this kit that had shown it to her. She had begun to speak to CherryClan's medicine cat as well, who was usually with Goldenkit, showing her the ways of the Clans and tell her stories of the old days and of Nightstar...

Ashenpaw sighed. Was this how Clan life was supposed to be? Was this going to lead to happiness? These kits? And what if she ever had some of her own...? That thought had never entered the young she-cat's head, but now that she knew the pleasure of being with Goldenkit and Eclipsedkit...

Goldenkit stood back from the other kits. Her tortoiseshell pelt was shining in the sunlight was she stood beside her apprentice friend. She turned her blue eyes up to Ashenpaw slowly, whiskers twitching with anticipation. "Are you sure that they won't mind?" she asked quietly, unsure.

Ashenpaw smiled. "Of course not." She gave the kit a nudge forward, and her other kit friend took over from there.

"C'mon!" the little black she-cat squeaked, pushing Goldenkit along. Smiles appeared on both of their faces as they padded up to the other kits. Eclipsedkit, being the more outgoing one, spoke directly to the kits, though in a way that not many of them might have expected...

She let out the loudest "roar" that she could muster, and then mewed in her strongest voice, "Beware, for I am Eclipsedstar, leader of the lions, and this is my deputy, Golden..erm...Golden...Goldenrain!" She turned to Goldenkit and shrugged, muttering, "Sorry. Couldn't think of much more...and I thought of Eveningrain, so yeah." She turned back to the kits after Goldenkit let out a mrrow of laughter. "Any cat who wants to survive will join me in LionClan!" She wasn't sure about what games she had interrupted, or what all eyes were on her at that moment, but hey, she was a little attention-seeker, and in the middle of a large group of kits was where she liked her attention to be coming from second-most.

((XDD I luff Eclipsedkit. ^^))

[D a R K - R a H]

Dreamkit took a quick step backwards, a look of innocent hurt on her face. "I thought you wanted to play..." Without waiting for a reply, she turned away, trotting over towards the shelter of the queen Raccoonpelt.

"We need not join you and wretched LionClan!" a voice dared object. Cometkit sprang over, standing tall next to the older she-kit. "I am Cometstar, leader of... uh, TigerClan! We are much more powerful than your puny clan!"

Cometkit found joy in meeting another kit who apparently shared her joy of attracting attention. She was quite the opposite of her only littermate, Bearkit. While her brother was apparently happy to just lay with their mother, Cometkit wanted to be out, having adventures and mimicking warriors. She dreamed of the day when she'd be as great a warrior as her father Woodstripe once was. But for now, she called, "Who shall join me as my deputy?"

"You're not going to get a playmate like that, you know." His ears tilted back in a sort of questioning smirk, the fluffy tabby tom-kit stared at the she-cat who was only a moon or so older than he was. Even he, quiet, loner Wolfkit, had spent time playing with sweet, playful Dreamkit over their long Journey. Twitching on ear in small amusement, he stood and padded closer to the ginger she-cat.

"I'm close to being an apprentice too, but I don't go around flaunting it in front of the younger kits. Look at her," he flicked his fluffy tail towards the group of she-kits, tortoiseshell Goldenkit in the very center, "she was old enough to be an apprentice when we left on the Journey, but she's still a kit. And still plays, too. And if she's playing with my sister, she's probably not above a nice wrestling match, I'll bet."

Sitting next to her, Wolfkit pondered his sudden words. He usually didn't speak this much. In fact, he didn't even say this much to his sister most of the time, and it was with her he spent alot of his time. Leaning down to briefly lick his fluffy gray chest, Wolfkit's ear angled towards the group of kits, and he snorted slightly at Cometkit's loud proclamation.

Her blue eyes blinked slowly, purring with amusement as her little kit ran to Raccoonpelt instead of her own side. At Eclipsedkit's call, she laughed lightly to herself, recalling days when she herself had played similar days with her denmates. But a part of her felt worry at seeing the kits all gathered together. How would they all take it, separating once more? Goldenkit, Treekit, Cometkit, and Dreamkit were all RavineClan kits, while Eclipsedkit and Wolfkit were TealClanners, and Ashenpaw a CherryClanner now. The dark she-cat's ear tilted to the side, watching the apprentice crouching amoungst the kits.

"Ashenpaw," she called softly. "Ashenpaw, come keep an old queen company." Darkrain wasn't sure how the young she-cat would react, but she wanted to speak with her before boundries were set once more between the clans.

[Stormeh]

Eclipsedkit grinned. "Never shall TigerClan defeat the mighty LionClan!" she growled, eyes gleaming. "We are the strong! We are the best!" She crouched down, rump in the air, tail flicking back and forth. "Goldenpool, join me in battle against TigerClan!"

Goldenkit laughed a hearty laugh and crouched in the same way. "Yes, my leader!" she mewed dramatically. "Be ready for your downfall, Cometstar!" She helped by letting up on her crouch slightly and moving towards the young cat as stealthily as she could, even though she was in full view.

Ashenpaw's ears flickered back for a moment, then back up as she got to her paws. She padded over to Darkrain and sat down beside her, wrapping her tail tightly around her paws. She bowed her head slightly to the queen. "Good day, Darkrain," she meowed quietly. She turned her gaze back to the kits and sighed as she watched Goldenkit and Eclipsedkit especially. "I'm really going to miss them," she sighed, and she could practically feel her heart flip. "They've become my best friends.. I know that I'm about to become a warrior and they are about to become apprentices, but I've not met many cats like them in my whole life..."

[Patmos]

Treekit padded over to Darkrain. She didn't want anything to do with the other kits now. She wasn't flaunting her soon-to-be apprenticeship. She just wanted to have a little fun without getting attacked. Treekit never liked fighting games. Dreamkit had a moss ball. Why couldn't they play with that? She frowned, a little sad now.

"Hello.." She greeted quietly. She was used to Darkrain being around now, and she'd grown quite attached to the she-cat.

[Wazo]

Racoonpelt watched her daughter, Cometkit, er...Cometstar playing with the little ones. How different her two kits were, yet how much alike they were to their parents. Cometkit was every bit her father's daughter, from looks down to her personality. Racoonpelt's eyes travelled down to Dreamkit and she purred a greeting. "Hello there," she said softly. She wished at times she was more outgoihg and would make more friends in the clan. Racoonpelt's constant worry was that Bearkit was going to follow her example and isolate himself from his clan. The grey queen decided to make a greater effort to motivate him. She nudged him slightly towards Dreamkit and gave him an encouraging smile. Looking around at the other cats, she nodded in greeting towards Darkrain.

Bearkit looked at his mother in disbelief, she had never been one to attempt to get him into a conversation. He turned his bright green eyes towards Dreamkit, flattening his fluffy grey fur with a paw. "Hello," he said softly. "How are you?" he added politely, speaking more like an elder warrior then a kit. In truth, he really did want a friend, and paused to glance wistfully at the other kits with his one good eye, wishing that he could rough-house with the rest of them.

Hearing the action going on with the kits, a ginger apprentice poked her nose through the bush and into the clearing where the kits and queens were gathering. Sunpaw stood watching for a moment with curious chocolate brown eyes and then padded closer. The she-cat had grown older, her cinnamon fur slightly darkening. She didn't have the willow form of most of the females but it didn't bother her that much. She glanced around the clearing, smiling as she watched her mentor's kits. They had become her friends this long journey and was glad they were members of her clan. Sunpaw was quite a changed cat from her former self. While still stubborn, she enjoyed the company of others and felt like she had a family now.

[D a R K - R a H]

"Oh, hello, Ashenpaw. How is that young leader of yours doing? Better I hope." She laughed softly, and, in a single fluid motion, lifted one paw up to Treekit, pulling the ginger kit to her side. Without saying anything to the half-grown kit, she began licking her head, closing her eyes with a purr. For a moment, she let her long, pink tongue rasp over the head of the kit that wasn't really hers.

After that, though, she looked up. "The playings of the little ones must not interest the two of you. Would you like to hear a story of sorts?" She purred a deep chuckle. "I can tell you a story that my mother told my sister and I just before we became apprentices. I haven't told it to my kits yet; they're still to young to understand it fully."

Dreamkit stared at Bearkit with open fascination. "Wow! Your eye's just like mine!" She turned her head so that her ice blue eye lined up with his single green eye.

"Darkrain says you're blind in that eye, which means you can't see!" She ignored her mother's warning to be polite and continued, "That's just like my eye!" The black and white kit blinked sweetly at him. "Sometimes I can't see so great out of my blue eye. And sometimes I think I see things that aren't really there. But Silverhawk told me I could still be a warrior. I'll bet you'll be a great warrior someday, too!" She grinned at him, but quickly looked away, her short attention-span caught by a slight flickering movement of Raccoonpelt's tail. Her mother had taught her it was impolite to attack another cat's tail, so Dreamkit crouched near it, eyes wide and staring.

"Come see, Bearkit! I've found the biggest vole in the entire forest! Better than anything LionClan could find..." She reached out a tiny paw and prodded the tail softly, jumping back in case it move again.

Wolfkit turned back to Treekit to say something more, but found she'd left. His furry ears dropped flat to his head. A deep sorrow filled him and he slunk off to the other side of the clearing, just barely in view of the queens and other kits. There he curled up, pulling his tail over his nose. He lay there for several moments before falling into a doze.

But the small tom-kit's dreams weren't peaceful. He fidgeted and whimpered aloud, though he was too far from the others for them to hear. His ears twitched from side to side, as if listening for something, and his long white whiskers flickered in silent mews.

[blue]

It had been so long since he had sat quietly, watching his surroundings with wise eyes. He had grown over the journey, but that still didn't say a lot for his silent personality. Though still considered kit, the fluffy gray tom was nine moons old, qualifying him for an apprenticeship. He was still waiting for the chance. He watched Dreamkit as the young she-cat played with other kits, keeping his distance from all the others, even those of his own clan.
Dovekit was a loner in the clans.
He didn't enjoy company, nor did he dislike it. He was a neutral force within clans that would be fighting to create boundries soon. Oh, how much he hated the idea of fighting cats that were still his friends and would be then. His heart was too big for such a sudden break. Even as he thought about this, wondered what he would do, Dovekit watched every bit of his surroundings. From Darkrain to Ashenpaw to Dreamkit and Comitkit... Even though he was of a lonely personality, the sight of clanmates made him smile.

Sorrelkit yawned and stretched her little paws, her jaws widening and exposing pointy, little baby teeth. She blinked a few times, watching her sister play with a kit she didn't know well. Finally, when all the sleepy went away, she bolted to her sister's side, tackling the other she-kit to the ground. Her different colored eyes stared at her sister's own set of eyes, curiously.
"You are it," she stated plainly, bringing a new game into the picture.
Without any other words, she darted off, hiding between her mother's front paws, peeking out only to see if Dreamkit was coming.

It was about this time that Cheetahthorn made his appearance. The tom padded toward his mate, smiling at his kits that were playing. With a purr, he rubbed against Darkrain's cheek, hoping not to interupt her, but to still get her attention as well.
"How are the kits?" he asked, watching Dreamkit and Sorrelkit, as well as glancing at Comitkit. "Are they doing okay?"

[D a R K - R a H]

Dreamkit was thrust at the ground, crying out in shear surprise. Her eyes were wide and her tail fluffed once more. It took her a moment to recognize the cause as her own sister. Once she did, though, her mismatched eyes blinked in anger.

"I'm not playing like that!" she shrieked after her sister, tail flicking in agitation. Still annoyed, she stood and turned back to Bearkit. "Sorrelkit's eyes don't match either," Dreamkit continued, going back to their previous conversation.

[Wazo]

Bearkit was slightly taken aback by her frankness, but pleased at the same time. Too often was the subject avoided for fear of hurting his feelings or saying the wrong thing. He smiled in spite of himself at her comment that he will be a great warrior. “Thanks, I hope so,” he answered, slightly fascinated at the fact that she commented how she couldn’t see that well through one eye either. Perhaps he wouldn’t be alone after all.

He glanced over at his mother’s dark grey and black-striped tail, shifting ever so slightly from side to side. Encouraged by Dreamkit, he joined her game, glad that somebody was paying attention to him. He lowered himself down so that his belly was skimming the ground and reached out a grey paw to touch the tail so his mother wouldn’t notice.

He was surprised as well when Sorrelkit barreled over into her sister. Bearkit nodded as Dreamkit spoke, glancing curiously at Sorrelkit’s eyes, then back to Dreamkit’s. “That’s cool, me and my sister don’t look much alike at all. She takes after my father.”

Sunpaw’s eyes focused in on Wolfkit, wanting to play. After he fell asleep, she had decided to abandon her initial idea, until she saw him whimpering in his sleep. The ginger apprentice padded over to his sleeping form, poking him slightly with a reddish paw. Her chocolate eyes blinked, not knowing what to expect as she whispered, “Wolfkit, you ok?”

[Patmos]

Treekit let Darkrain lick her head. Her damp tongue felt soothing against her fur.

"I just don't like fighting games...." She said, her eyes keeping to the ground.

Treekit had always been a peaceful kit. She thought that all problems could be solved through something else besides fighting. But, she wasn't really out of line, was she? If someone came charging at you wouldn't that seem rude, especially if you were older than them? Treekit was always taught that those senior to you deserved respect and saying that she was apprentice age would back that up, right? She sat, slumped, next to Darkrain and sighed.

"I suppose a story would be nice..."