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Post by D a R K - R a H on Sept 21, 2008 0:28:28 GMT -5
S A N D K i T;;
________________________________________________________It was his best jest yet. Sandkit had left the nursery -- alone. His mother was not a pawstep behind him, nor his siblings. Not his sisters, Leafkit and Willowkit, nor his brothers, Thornkit and Tigerkit. They were probably still all asleep. It was a crowded den. Seven kits and three queens, counting Applenose and her kits Kitekit and Mousekit. Sure, Sandkit loved the den, for it was the only home he'd known. He was usually happy to return to its confinds when the sky was darkened by night. But during the day, he felt trapped within it.
Still very young, he'd only been out of the nursery a few times. Each time had been with at least one queen, keeping a careful eye on the kits' every move. Kitekit and Mousekit had it easy, they were much older and allowed more freedom. They got to go out into camp much more than Sandkit and his four siblings. Even so young, the small tom's paws itched to be moving. He longed to be out on adventures like the ones he was told about. He'd heard stories about an old warrior named Hazefur who'd died valiantly. Sandkit wanted to be like Hazefur, fighting foxes and defending his clan. Not just that, he wanted to be wild and free and enjoy life as he couldn't within the walls of the nursery. He couldn't imagine what it was like to run in a straight line for more than ten or so steps. He wanted to run and run until he reached the edge of CherryClan's land, perhaps even beyond.
He took several small steps forward, spinning in a circle to fully appreciate the camp. The sun came down golden between the leaves of the tree-bushes. It shown of the tiny kit's pale pelt, marking him bright and shiny. His eyes gleamed with sudden inspiration. He knew what he wanted to do. Sandkit wanted to see the sun. CherryClan's kits weren't like the kits of other clans. They didn't see the sun at an early age. Their camp was sheltered from the rays of the sun, even in the deep of winter. One had to leave the camp entirely to see the sun's full gaze. His heart ached in a strange way. That's what he wanted to see. Even if the light of it blinded him, as Deerpaw teased it would to a tiny and young kit. Sandkit brushed off her teasings, turning his gaze towards where he knew the camp's entrance was located. He moved forward, eyes wide with excitement and anticipation. Only a few more steps... Sometimes I get so weird
I even freak myself out.
I laugh myself to sleep,
It's my lullaby.
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Post by Raven-chan on Sept 26, 2008 23:00:35 GMT -5
Maybe...just maybe...she could make it. The hardest part would be getting past everyone in the Nursery, especially her mom. Willowkit smiled to herself as she thought of something else. It would be pretty hard to get past the Warrior's den too, what with her Dad's ears. It seemed like he heard everything that they did!
Her brilliant amber eyes were intent on her goal. She saw Sandkit's tail just ahead of her, and every part of her was desperate to know what he was up to. The petite little she-kit worked her way towards her brother as quietly as she could, small paws barely making noise against the ground. She was a naturally quiet kit, but this was the softest she'd ever walked: and only because she was trying so hard.
She didn't say anything, for two reasons. One, because she never said anything. It just wasn't in her nature to speak. And two, because she didn't want her Momma or Dad to know that she was there, following Sandkit. Where was he going? The light gray Willowkit didn't know, but she was determined to find out.
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Post by __ S K Y E on Sept 29, 2008 17:00:19 GMT -5
the heart has hidden treasures...
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___ Deep in the comforting shadows of the CherryClan nursery, two dark eyes blinked open.
Though it was dark beneath the thorny curls of the bramble thicket, the hot white light that flooded through the crack of the exit stung the young creature's gaze. He quickly pressed them closed again, peeping out through the slit between his lids. What had woken him up? He'd been sleeping rather well, especially in the soft warmth of leaf-fall and it's whistling winds that whispered in his ears, so much like a lullaby, would have sent any other kit into a deep slumber. In any case, it hadn't been his mother or any of his siblings because as far as Thornkit knew, mother was still resting, her pale grey flank rising and falling along with the gentle whisper of her breath.
The young tom blinked, still drowsy and light-headed with weariness, and nestled deeper into his mother's familiar fur. Paw steps - those quiet and delicate ones that he knew too well - made his eyes open again and he frowned, emitting a soft sigh -- a thin one, hardly more than a murmur. They were used somewhat to the light by then, and the young tom turned his head around to glance outside. Not feeling at all sleepy suddenly, his ears perked up and he watched carefully, mouth twisted into a concentrated expression. He mumbled something under his breath, shuffled his paws and when curiosity got the better of him, decided to leave his mother to find out what - rather who - in the world wanted to leave the comfort of the soft, warm nursery...
Is that Sandkit... and Willowkit?, he nearly blurted out in confusion and his mind raced, the words on the tip of his tongue threatening to spill out in a jumble. He never could really understand his brother and his constant thirst for adventure, but preferred to spend his time with his twin rather than the mature Tigerkit, the speechless Willowkit or even the happy little Leafkit; his parents can't fathom why, though, when he's so different. The young tom continued to gaze at them with narrowed eyes, hints of surprise and anxiety floating in their ocean depths, as he observed them, lips pursed. Willowkit never spoke - she was the quiet type, even more so than himself - and out of their entire litter, he would have least expected her to be...
Stalking him, was she? He nearly choked at the thought.
A pair of slight willow trees stretched up from the earth, reaching out toward the sun with sun-bleached limbs. They each sported a thin coat of leaves; not thick enough to create a descent shadow beneath the tree, but enough to provide some cover for a tiny kitten that was desperately trying to find out the mystery of his siblings' actions. A temperate breeze whispered in his auds and gently stroked his tabby pelt before being whisked away by a stronger gust of wind.
Then he sat, jaw firm, as his frown set back into a softer, thoughtful smile. He was determined to solve this. Thornkit's chin was resting on his smaller paws, swirling indigo depths observing the other felines intently. After moments of being bathed in the rays of soft light, letting the warmth soak into her fur, for quite some time, he made a decision and abruptly - thought quietly - stood. Whatever their reason was, it was no explanation for trying to break the Warrior Code and go onto an expedition of their own.
... plus, they might get hurt, he added quietly to himself.
"Sandkit? Willowkit?", he called, his voice too meek - too soft and gentle, while he was thinking of the bad parts of him he might as well name them all - for his own liking. It didn't sound as authoritative or strong or wonderful as he would've liked; nothing like any of his brother's or his father. He sounded like a ... she-cat.
With an inaudible grumble, the tom sent his piercing cobalt gaze upon his siblings, paws itching for an answer to his unspoken question.
I imagine this midnight moment’s forest:
Something else is alive
Beside the clock’s loneliness
And this blank page where my fingers move.
[/color] comments;; first try. :3 [ above is a excerpt from the thought-fox]
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Post by Fang on Sept 30, 2008 17:44:05 GMT -5
((Go on without me! *dramatic pose* ...I can't seem to get a worthwhile post out of me yet. ^^' But I'll throw Kitekit and maybe Mousekit in there when the time seems right. o.o ))
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Post by Raven-chan on Oct 1, 2008 0:13:53 GMT -5
Her nose faintly caught a whiff of someone behind her before she heard his soft voice carried on the slight breeze. Her smoky, burning, fierce amber eyes were alight with curiosity and excitement. She tilted her head to one side, tail-tip flicking behind her in a questioning manner.
Her slender paws scuffled the ground softly, looking towards Sandkit, then back to Thornkit, her eyes shadowing slightly to show that she hadn't meant any harm, her ear-tips drooping a little to emphasize this. These small motions, ones that not many would do or even notice, they were her way of talking. She didn't really have an interest in talking; she didn't need to.
It wasn't like she had been intentionally going to follow Sandkit...mostly. She had been lying awake, waiting to fall asleep again, but Sandkit had left. She waited for him to completely disappear from the Nursery before she got up and followed him, as quietly as she could. She wondered where he was going, and wanted to find out.
Willowkit wasn't naturally outgoing. She preferred to be with her parents, or her siblings, if they happened to care for her company at the time. Sandkit, Leafkit and Tigerkit were the most outgoing and exuberant of the group, and the most easily loved by the Clan. Thornkit was almost as quiet as she was, but he preferred to hang out with the boisterous Sandkit. They all seemed to like each other so much more than her.
Looking to Sandkit, she wondered what he actually had been planning. Maybe he just wanted to go out into the camp, but she doubted that. He was too adventurous, too bold, and so he had probably intentionally gone out into the camp in order to leave it! Was that a good idea? Willowkit's thoughts meandered away from her siblings, towards what lay beyond the camp, towards the sunlight, the trees, the flowing rivers, the freedom. Would it truly be so bad to break the Warrior code and leave? Nothing would happen to them, nothing could happen to them. Right?
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Post by D a R K - R a H on Oct 5, 2008 19:55:08 GMT -5
S A N D K i T;;
________________________________________________________There was the slightest quiver of noise behind him and Sandkit flinched. His ears tight to his head, he braced himself for the sound of his mother's voice calling him back. He remained tense for a long moment, but no chiding came. Glancing over his shoulder, Sandkit let out a sigh of relief. Only Willowkit, he told himself. His gray sister would be the least of his worries. In appearance, she couldn't have been more different from Sandkit. Her fur was a thick, dark gray, perfectly matching the pelt of their father, Pantherstorm. In personality, as well, she contrasted greatly with her siblings. Of course, Sandkit stood out from all of his littermates (except perhaps Leafkit). He was more outgoing than the four of them, constantly yearning for adventure and fun. Willowkit, however, was utterly silent. She wasn't just a shy, quiet cat: she never spoke. Whether or not she disapproved of what Sandkit was doing, he didn't have to worry about her tattling on her.
Smirking and turning his attention back to the portal of light, Sandkit held his head high. This would be his first, and certainly not his last, glimpse of the world outside. He wanted to step forth with dignity and pride so that he might look back on that day with a touch of fondness, not embarassment. Striding forward a few more steps, though, Sandkit's high composure fell. A strange quiver ran through him, a combination of excitement and fear. For one so young, leaving camp was a pretty big matter. He was sure Ashenwing, Applenose, and Brackenwing would be furious when the found out. He swollowed heavily, trying to fight back his fears. Even Kitekit, Applenose's four-moon-old son, would be impressed. Kitekit still wasn't allowed out of camp alone, and Sandkit wondered if he'd ever had the courage to try. Determination returning, Sandkit stood taller once more, overly eager to outdo the older tom-kit.
He might have even made it had he not heard yet another sound behind him. He flicked his tail, silently warning Willowkit to be quieter. But it wasn't her who'd made the noise.
"Sandkit? Willowkit?"
There was no mistaking that voice. Sandkit winced visibly, his shoulders hunching over. Slowly he turned around again, this time looking past gray Willowkit to another young tom, one who was very much a mirror image of Sandkit himself. Even as twins, Thornkit and Sandkit couldn't have had more opposite personalities. Like Willowkit, Thornkit was generally quiet, but not so unspeaking. When he did speak, Thornkit was... strange. He wasn't like normal kits who merely wanted to have fun and be normal. No, he actually liked sitting around and thinking about things. Sure, Sandkit wasn't embarrassed to admit he did care for his twin brother, but that didn't make him think Thornkit any less weird.
And now his littermate (and pelt-mate) was guaranteed to ruin their fun. Any second now, Sandkit was sure, he'd yowl for their parents... Sometimes I get so weird
I even freak myself out.
I laugh myself to sleep,
It's my lullaby.
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Post by __ S K Y E on Oct 12, 2008 12:56:31 GMT -5
the heart has hidden treasures...
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___ He was confused.
The morning, already half-lived, was still and pleasantly warm as it wafted around in him, lulling him into a duller subconscious. The sun's rays were gentle; warming the earth and the air while casting a shower of golden light over the forest. The day was passing by lazily, and the cats of CherryClan were drifting along with the slow-paced atmosphere. Most of the clan was still asleep as the tiny kit stared at his twin-brother with barely surpressed guilt and anxiety, the warmth of the sun's light playing gently across his shoulder blades. His ears twitched faintly, well-aware of the the queens and their kits, all safely tucked away in the nursery.
Why couldn't he be like that? He wanted to be the smaller tom that he was, nuzzled closer to their mother, still wrapped in a thick blanket of dreams. But, standing out her, and trying to force himself to hold that strong resolve and curiosity that brought him out in the first place, he knew that he would have to solve this situation here and now.
A hesitant smile flickered across his face and he slowly trotted over to Willowkit, a frown set firmly across the creases of his young face. Eyes narrowed in thought, brows furrowed along with it, he tried to assess this situation in the best way he knew how, facts and information which - always, he was certain - lead to those clear-cut answers that were - or had been before - so easy to find. Although, as he stared back at his brother, his resolve was slowly weakening...
Darn it! Why did his twin brother have to be so... eccentric? It was that weirdness that confused him - Thornkit - so much and made it so hard to think things rationally. Of course, inside, the pale tabby knew that there was something odd about him too - how he often seemed to rather sit silently and think rather than bounce around any play - but there was something downright strange about his twin brother. Sandkit thirsted for adventure and excitement just as much as Tigerkit wanted knowledge, as much as any normal cat needed air and water.
As alike as they may have looked, Thornkit was positive that - between him and his brother - they couldn't have acted any more differently. While the younger tried to be the good kit, his siblings always had to cause a ruckus. Well, it was not so much that - either - that there wasn't this tiny flame of adventure flickering inside of his heart, like everyone else's, but - well - from what his mother and everyone told him... wasn't he supposed to act as he did? Quiet, simple, responsive?
But.... there was still that part of him that wanted something more to his dreary, boring life. Although was it worth it to get in trouble?, the tiny kitten couldn't help musing and perhaps it was the more daring part of him now - hidden away by the elder's firm lectures and scared by his mother's sharp scoldings on his other siblings - that decided to speak, sharp blue gaze meeting his brother's own.
"Can I come?", he forced a smile.
comments;; hmm, i'm still trying to get a grip on his personality.
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Post by Wazo on Oct 16, 2008 15:46:18 GMT -5
In the darkness of the nursery, a slender gray form stirred, previously not woken by his brothers and sister's movements, but now their lack of warmth slowly entered his sister and he began to shiver with a sudden chill. He lifted his head, blinking slowly, and in the dimness of the nursery, it would have been hard to distinguish his gender. With a slim form, small paws, and a finely pointed head, it would be easy to mistake his small kit for a she-cat. Personally, he despised it, musing that respect would be hard to come by if he wasn't built like his brothers.
He yawned, showing even white teeth and hoisted himself to his feet, his pale green eyes radiating curiosity rather then fear as he saw that three of his littermates were missing. It wasn't until he heard Thornkit's voice that his ears pricked up and he turned his head in the direction of the sound and began to walk towards it.
Just seconds later he recognized the small forms of his siblings, out of bed, close to the entrance of the nursery, and it became clear. They wanted to go outside, a thought that had always intrigued Tigerkit, but he didn't quite have the yearn for a bit of daring that Sandkit possessed and Tigerkit was certain he was the ringleader. He moved close and upon stepping lightly under a shaft of light, it was much easier to tell he was a tom through and through. Despite the willowy nature of his body, the features of his face were strong and pronounced, with high cheekbones and a certain firmness to his mouth.
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Post by Raven-chan on Oct 21, 2008 18:09:45 GMT -5
The young she-kit felt unease stir within her, like a leaf fluttering to the ground at the very beginning of leaf-fall. She glanced warily about her, tail-tip twitching ever so slightly and nervously. Was this such a good idea? Surely her parents would be mad...and when they discovered that they were gone, they would be beside themselves with worry.
Willowkit was most definitely having second thoughts about this adventure. It seemed foolish, now that she thought about it. Tilting her head to the left side and studying each of her siblings, Willowkit wondered why she was here.
Oh yeah. She couldn't help it. She was sometimes too curious for her own good, too loyal to keep herself safe, and too lonely to stay away from her siblings. She was trying to find her place in this world and was struggling to do so: each of her siblings already seemed to have a friend, a destiny, a confidante, a dream.
Then there was Willowkit. Sighing, the young she-cat stepped back, almost threatening to dart back into the nice, warm, safe nursery. Should she? Of course. Would she? Probably not. Sandkit and the others would be too mad at her for telling, though she wouldn't be verbally telling, but through her actions.
Glancing back towards the Warrior's den and the Nursery, Willowkit knew that she would be going with them if they actually left camp. But StarClan knows that they would be in heaps of trouble, and that if they didn't hurry her father was sure to catch their scents outside of the Nursery, and boy, would that be bad!
She padded forward, silently, urging her littermates to hurry up if they were going to come. Her ears were pricked and alert, her tail sticking straight up, a sign of her anxiety and nerves...this was not a good idea...
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Post by Fang on Oct 26, 2008 8:54:02 GMT -5
((Is this board dead now or may I post? =O ))
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Post by Raven-chan on Oct 26, 2008 14:55:15 GMT -5
((Go ahead! I sure hope this board isn't dead...I did not mean for that to rhyme. :0))
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Post by Fang on Oct 27, 2008 8:16:37 GMT -5
((X3 Okay.))
This was a laugh. These kits, practically newborns compared to him, were planning something that only he had mastered! That day was going to be a break from the excitement of the last time he went out, just two days ago, though it was really just to allow his parents to cool off. His mouse-brained sister had to tag along last time and, of course, she ruined the whole thing, getting herself stuck in a tree. Kitekit snorted with disgust. It was his sister that really caused him all this grief. Though he was still in a good amount of trouble from that last time, he decided he'd had long enough of a break the day before. Today, he would lead these newbies out into his domain.
His blue-gray fur seemed quite soft in the low light of the camp, sleek and framed with already developing muscles. His head held high, gray eyes half-closed in his display, he trotted out from behind the fresh-kill pile where he was enjoying a good, early breakfast. His whiskers were still tainted with the color of blood from his meal, though a quick lick, which didn't disturb his grand entry, changed that. Kitekit reached the area of camp where the other kits had gathered and puffed his chest out.
"Whatcha doin'?" he asked as if he didn't know, a bit of a laugh traceable in his voice. He was wise enough to speak in a low tone, as he knew his father and mother would be listening intensely for any signs of his trouble-making. He looked down upon the other kits with a feeling of great superiority, his tail held high and barely twitching at the tip. This was the look of a warrior, he imagined, powerful and brave.
Then, as if to ruin his fun, he heard a voice that only succeeded in angering him. "A-are you guys d-doin' somethin' ...bad?" little Mousekit asked, as quietly as she could while still delivering the message from the entrance to the nursery. Her quavering voice echoed her cautious personality, still high-pitched in her youth. She slowly tred out across the camp to the other kits, as if the slightest noise would land them all in trouble. "I-I don't think that's a g-good idea..." She thought of her first adventure out of camp, how terrible it was to run into that tree and bloody her nose. It still twinged with pain every once in a while. "W-we should all still b-be inside..." She motioned toward the nursery as if that action would suddenly change everyone's minds.
"Don't be a baby, Mousekit," Kitekit hissed as quitely as he could. He gave his sister a rough nudge, causing her to stumble aside. "These aren't little babies like you, these are big brave warrior-kits!" Even his exclaimation was expertly muted, though his point was made. A little wobbly and sniffly, Mousekit watched her brother with fear and sadness rather than hatred and anger. So maybe she was a baby... She quietly glanced over all the kits that had gathered there. "O-okay, but I'm not goin'..." she said in a weak voice, once again as if this would change everyone's minds. She turned and went back to the nursery, sitting just inside where she assumed she wasn't visible, though really she was.
Kitekit rolled his eyes. "Ignore that sissy," he murmured. "If we're gonna get out of camp, we'd better do it now, before any grown-ups wake up," he said, crouching and lowering his voice further. He grinned with the anticipation of it, his tail flicking every few seconds. He was a kit again, not a warrior as he had imagined himself only a few moments earlier. [/blockquote]
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