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[Leafkit]

im surrounded by the souls of those i've lost

Leafkit, christened with the suffix of kit as the clan's firstborn litter, did not know of the trials and suffering his clanmates had endured to even arrive in this moment. The blood that spilled, the lives lost, he was acutely aware of a lingering sadness in every action made, every word spoken, as if some blanket of snow had settled over the clan despite the warmth of spring bursting from the soil in pale green sprigs and blooms. It was, frankly, really ruining his enjoyment of life and putting a damper on his fun. He needed to put a stop to it somehow and with Rattlekit and Thistlekit nowhere to be seen currently to deal with his poor impulse and their mother handling some injury or whatever it was her job was, it was up to Leafkit to spread positivity. One of his favorite things to do, ironic enough, was leaping into piles of leaves though there were not too many of them left anymore after the camp had been cleared out so he needed to find an alternative. His holly green eyes lit up, narrowed mischievously at the pile of predominantly birds at the center of the camp marked in a ring of stone, his haunches wiggling as he pounced forward toward it and threw himself over the freshkill to wallow and roll.
"Leafs!" He chirped from his macabre pile, fur sullied and blood stained now.

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i'm the only one whose line i haven't crossed

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  Leafkit

  
  — kitten of thunderclan
  — He/Him
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  — Chocolate tortoiseshell with olive green eyes.
  #ba7a5d
  

 

[serpentberry]

"... They tend to be yellow, which is why some cats confuse them for marigold; but you don't want to wait until they turn white, because they're all seeds, then..." Serpentberry guides @rowanpaw through a rudimentary lesson of her stores, planning to send the apprentice out with some older cats, in hope that she returns with... something. Anything, really. Having more knowledgeable paws around will certainly help her, given her three troublesome, moon-old kits. They've all her fire, all her ruthlessness and bite - they've somehow kept Thornstar's personable nature, too. His love of fun and his joy for life. It's in their blood, she supposes.

Her maw opens to continue with the short lesson when she hears one of her tots, likely lost in the throw of camp, shouting. Her eyes widen as she looks for a mottled chocolate pelt, not only finding little Leafkit, but observing him as he rolled in their piles of meals. Fresh meals, she notes with disdain. And someone isn't necessarily a clean hunter.

"Leafkit, you -!" she starts on hefty white paws, first towards her eldest child and then stalling, green eyes swaying back and forth. "- Where are your siblings? Didn't I ask you three to stay in the den?" Serpentberry is incredulous, though those who know her in any capacity would see the faint glimmer return to her gaze. The foolishness of life, to be so wild in the face of domestication. Yes; they are her darling children. Hers, and Thornstar's, for certain. "You'll be sleeping in a nest of pure water tonight, boy."

 

[rowanpaw]

Rowan is nodding, listening attentively as Serpentberry tells her about the difference in the leaves, how to recognise poison from healing, how they sometimes intertwine– then, suddenly, her ears perk up and she hears the voice of one her little adopted siblings– then Serpentberry is taking off into the clearing towards the sound. She laughs, following the older molly and spotting Leafkit lying happily in the pile of freshkill in the middle of the camp. She looks over at Serpentberry and sees, for the first time in what seems like many moons, a glimmer in her eyes. It makes her feel lighter, seeing Serpentberry look more like herself, like she did before everything. She thinks back to their conversation in the colony, Serpent's gentle reassurance. She tries not to think about what happened after it. This was good, things were... they were good, now. Better, at least. Grief still clung to the pelts of the cats surrounding them, but grief is like that, in the beginning.

It clings to everything, and you see who you lost in every pool of water and every shadow. Rowan is no stranger to grief– it's a familiar companion. First she'd lost her littermates, then her mother, and now– just when she'd gotten a father, for the first time in her young life– he was taken from her too. She is not sure how she will recover, but when she looks at Serpentberry and Leafkit, she knows she will; that she must. This is part of grief too. It gets smaller, it stops clinging to you, and eventually you'll only feel it rear it's sharp toothed mouth every once in a while, like a kit pleading for it's mother.

She shakes her head and looks down at Leafkit, her tone full of amusement, "you'll be a fierce hunter someday I'm sure," she purrs, "that is, if the prey doesn't smell the mouse blood on you and runs away before you can catch it."

 

[thistlekit]

They awaken colder and less cramped than when they drifted off to sleep — not necessarily an unwanted wake up but certainly worrisome when they realize that the reason behind it is due to a missing littermate. Thistlekit raises their head and blinks the remnants of sleepiness from their eyes, glancing around the den for Leafkit and determining that he is not there.

Hmm.

Leaving Rattlekit, should he still be resting, Thistlekit waddles to the entrance of the den and peers out into camp. It is bustling with life and among the liveliness they spot the mottled pelt of their brother. And mother! And Rowan! Excitement lights baby blue eyes to see their favorites gathered in one place and without thought Thistlekit scampers from the den to join them.

"Mama! Leafy! Rowey!" The ashen child calls as they barrel towards them, picking up too much speed and unfortunately tripping themselves up in the process. The whole world seems to somersault in flashes of earthen ground and clear sky as Thistlekit tumbles head over heels before crashing into the pile of fresh kill that their brother wallows in. "Oof."

At least it was a soft landing.

 

[Dewshine's iconDewshine]

⋆˚✧˖° Come On, Come On, We Can Go Away

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"You know," Dewshine started with a purr as she trotted over from across camp, having seen the whole thing. "You're both so small someone might mistake you for freshkill and-" The molly snapped her jaws shut, teeth clicking audibly. It was all good natured teasing, but she hoped it might serve to coax the kits out of their 'leaf pile' from the joke.

Dewshine reached forward with a paw, meaning to nudge Thistlekit onto their feet from their tumble. "Come on, I'll make a mossball for you to play with~! Much more fun than rolling around in everyone's food, hm?" She glanced toward Serpentberry with a faint smile, a silent offer placed on the table to take over so she and Rowanpaw could go back to what they had been doing.

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── We Don't Need Them ✦

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  Dewshine
  ✦—ThunderClan Warrior
  ✦—She/Her
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—Silver She Cat W/ Orange Eyes And Dark Stripe Along Her Tail
  #8f85c2

 

[Magnoliapeak]

𓆝 . ° ✦

It's in moments like these that Magnoliapeak has begun to understand the iron paw under which Hazelheart and Bracken raised her and her sisters. She is not sure she nor her siblings would have ever done something like this, and thus cannot empathize with the mushy, bloody kits that are currently playing around in the freshkill pile. There seems to be a balance of amusement and disgust among the cats trying to coax Thistlekit and Leafkit away from the freshkill pile. Magnoliapeak comes to stand beside Dewshine with the latter.

"Maybe Thistlekit and Leafkit should go without dinner since they decided to ruin perfectly good prey," Magnoliapeak suggests sharply, not regarding Dewshine's suggestion for a game of mossball. She casts a look over her shoulder at Serpentberry. Though she can respect the medicine cat, she can't help but wonder if all the hard work of the healer has overshadowed the raising of her kits. Understandable, to be sure, but Magnoliapeak still holds the opinion that they should be punished in some capacity. It's what her own parents would have done, and they all turned out fine after all.

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ooc Information

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  MAGNOLIA — SHE/HER ･ 21 MOONS ･ WARRIOR & THUNDERCLAN ･ PENNED BY CARAT!

  dilute tortoiseshell with amber eyes. here too.

 

[THUNDERFLASH]

Thunderflash is watching from where he is sorting moss near the pile. No, he hadn't really recognized Serpentberry's young was tumbling about in the blood, flesh and bones of the things that fed the clan, but as soon as Serpentberry's words snapped into the air he turned, bewildered. Perhaps, at first, Thunderflash thought her tone was for him. He had grown used to it, in the moon he spent recovering, for her to flash her teeth and threaten him with being gutted if he kept moving. Which... it felt impossible to sit still sometimes.

Baby blues drop to the kit in the freshkill pile, coating in blood. A cringe fell over Thunderflash's face, making a mental note that he's going to have to sort through that pile of stuff too to see what was still feasible as a meal. Having been in Serpentberry's den for a while after his wound, he would hope the kits saw him as a relatively familiar face, so when he stepped away from his pile of moss and opened his mouth to speak to Leafkit, surprise made it snap shut as Thistlekit joined their sibling. "Eugh." He rumbled quietly, ears flattening against his skull.

Thunderflash stepped around the gathering warriors, jaws aiming to scruff the two kits separately and tug them from the pile of food. "Seriously, y' two-" Magnoliapeak's words, however, echoed against ravine walls. He stops short, somewhere between Serpentberry and the pile (and the kits hopefully somewhere inbetween them,) and turns his head slowly towards the warrior. "M' sorry? Did I just hear y' suggest a punishmen' tha' y' don't have t' deal with? To starve a kit?" His words are sharp, accusing, loud. He turns his whole body towards the other warrior, more then a frown pressed to his muzzle.

A scoff left his mouth. "Incredible. We aren't starvin' anyone. And, tha' decision is Serpent's 'lone. So leave i' be." He keeps the edge of a growl out of his voice, still distantly aware of the kits near his ankles. Wary baby blues flicked around the edges of camp briefly, then back to Magnoliapeak, already expecting a brutish answer to his sharp rejection of her suggestion.

___________________ YOU'VE GOT MY BODY ☆ FLESH AND BONE, YEAH ___________________

• "speech"
  

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• THUNDERFLASH he/him, thunderclanner, twenty moons.
  ☆ a sh/lh chocolate tabby with low white and stunning baby blue eyes. stands of average height with a 'mohawk' and spiky-shaped mane.
  ☆ mentored by who / mentoring no one
  ☆ whichever relations / want listed
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[thistlekit]

Thistlekit's ears angle back ever so slightly at the snapping of Dewshine's teeth, the playful jest lost upon toddleresque mind. Uncertainty clouds baby blue eyes, dimming as the molly uses a paw to nudge the silvery kit back upright. Oh. Well at least that seemed nice. Thistlekit purred with gratitude toward her, that purr rumbling too loud in their ears to hear whatever Magnoliapeak had to say (which was probably for the best).

Feathers and fur and crimson stuck to downy rosettes as Thistlekit remained standing at the outskirts of Leafkit's mess, not making a move quite yet as they still gather their bearings. So many cats had approached in the short time they had scampered and tumbled over. They try to glance at faces familiar and unfamiliar, finding themselves suddenly lifted by a familiar figure. "Weeee," Thistlekit squeals with glee as Thunderflash removes them from the decimated fresh kill pile — though their journey is short lived once Thunderflash becomes distracted and sets them down. Oh well, the kitten thinks to themself as they press against his leg with thanks before deciding to toddle towards Serpentberry and deliver a wide, innocent smile to their mother… oblivious to the discourse sparking around them.

 

[Leafkit]

im surrounded by the souls of those i've lost

Leafkit gave a little less enthusiastic of a squeak to being yoinked upward from his play and removed from the freshkill pile, his patchwork pelt nestling between Thunderflash's paws as he was set down and he trilled in amusement before both tiny ears went flat and he turned with big green eyes to Magnoliapeak's remark. While he didn't fully understand what was being said he did know what anger looked like and it wasn't hard to realize she was mad at him. What had he done? What did he do? He shrunk down low between the russet tabby's legs and inched backwards until he was laying under Thunderflash. He looked down at his paws, various different shades of brown spotting and white flecks and he felt his eyes water even if he didn't actually truly get what was going on, just that Maggie was angry and now Thunder was too and it was probably his fault somehow which was terrible because he hadn't done anything bad. He was playing, he wasn't chewing on his mother's important plant things or biting anyone's tail this time.

i'm the only one whose line i haven't crossed

Leafkit

— kitten of thunderclan
— He/Him
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— Chocolate tortoiseshell with olive green eyes.
#ba7a5d

 

[serpentberry]

Serpentberry brandishes a grateful smile towards her friend as the other tries to inject humor into the rather... harrowing predicament her children have gotten themselves into. A snap of her teeth and then an offer of a better game, and surely they are meant to be on their way. Sure, she will have to clean them of whatever viscera they've mucked themselves with... but that's motherhood, she supposes. All seems to be but said and done, especially as Thunderflash makes the final effort to pull kittens from prey - yet it seems Magnoliapeak's words have struck them both true.

The molly's eyes find hers and they are not cold and unfeeling, just... distant. Thunderflash speaks first whilst Serpentberry simply watches, trying to catch a glimmer of something in the warrior's eyes. Leafkit lays flat beneath his protector whilst Thistlekit waddles ever closer to her, ignorant of the anger brewing between the elder cats. Her tail lashes out, nothing gentle about the motion, but she grins.

"No, Thunder, it's okay," she pleads with him in a tone only befitting of mockery, "It should be no issue, I think. Leafkit and Thistlekit will not engorge on any prey that you've caught, Magnoliapeak," she trills the other's name with an annoying plosive punch, her teeth glimmering in the fading sunlight. Her paw snakes around her nearest child, tugging them closer. Her smile morphs to a pout, eyebrows pinching together with concern, "Surely it's a mountain's worth. I've heard you're no different than a coyote on the woods. All bite, and not a single thought behind the eyes..." she trails off, her words pointed, goading the other into a new sense of anger that she had not necessarily started with.

"Come now, you two. Dewshine has offered you a lovely moss ball to play with - we shouldn't let it go to... waste..." her gaze falls to the poor pile of wrestled-in meals. She feels bad, sure, but feels much better after her moment in the spotlight.

 

[Rattlekit]

RATTLEKIT, Thunderclan Kit // He/They // #ffa34c
Smoke torbie / Chocolate lynx point chimera with low white and amber-yellow eyes
Son of THORNSTAR and SERPENTBERRY, sibling to LEAFKIT and THISTLEKIT
Just a little baby guy at the moment! Full of mischief and curiosity!

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Rattlekit for the most part had stayed in the den like their mother had asked but it became too hard not to notice the lack of both Leafkit and Thistlekit being beside him. At first he had tried to just tuck himself further into their nest and wait for the other two to return, but a small commotion made his ears prick to attention. Lifting his head he'd blearily clamber on out of the nest and moved to stand by the den's entrance to see what was going on. His honey coloured eyes would flick between the grown ups as Magnoliapeak made a sharp suggestion and cast a look to his mother that made his eyes narrow. Thunderflash moved to remove Rattlekit's siblings from what they were playing in before shooting back something equally as sharp back to Magnoliapeak. To start with he simply watched...

The kits' whiskers would twitch though, when watching the way his brother recoiled and hid himself under Thunderflash in response to the anger they were both too young to fully understand. While Rattlekit didn't understand what was being said exactly or why they were angry at his brother, he did understand that he didn't like seeing Leafkit upset. He wanted to protect him like how Thunderflash was doing! If only he was as big and as brave as the chocolate tabby was right now! ...Well, while the first he couldn't change anytime soon the second he could! With a twitch of his tail tip Rattlekit would raise to his paws and raced over to the small group that had formed, it was more like a quick angry little kitten waddle but it was racing in his mind!

When he reached them he'd try and put himself in front of Leafkit and between Thunderflash's paws, fluffing his kitten pelt out to look as big as he possibly could and hissing up a tiny storm that sounded much scarier in his mind then in reality, his tail upright while the tip of it trembled and shook like a tiny rattlesnake.

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OOC- Hope it's okay to enter here! If any changes are needed please let me know! <3