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[skykit]

The cheer carried across the camp.

Skykit. A name gifted unto her by the clan's leader, the King herself. A body and life nurtured and grown by Milkheart, and then her mind by Skyclan's finest- if they could tolerate her. A tufted, wispy body that stumbled to and fro defined Skykit now, a little bit of uncertainty in her dainty paws and her fur a mess no matter what her or Milkheart tried to do. But today, she was determined. She had slipped from the nursery, bright blue eyes open wide and lilac tones light beneath the early morning light.

She'd kept her flank close to the sides of camp, eyes darting above and around to ensure no one was keeping their eyes on her. Surely, the light tones of her pelt would be visible to someone. Well, more then just one someone, but she was being delusional, hopeful, as kits are want to do, determined not to be 'seen' as she crept around camp. It being early morning, only one of the patrols had already left, another gathering to get ready to go. But she was intent. She had a goal in mind, and just needed to pick a target.

Skykit had overheard yesterday a pawful of apprentices talking about stalking and pouncing techniques. She had never seen it, sure, but she thinks she knows what it looks like. Skykit's teeth are pressed down on her tongue, keeping her excitement constrained, eyes peering forward with a kind of determination that would be trademark to her. So she tries. There's a target here, amongst those waiting for those keeping the patrol from leaving. This, she believes, is perfect.

The kit crouches down, her legs off-balanced and her forepaws too far forward, but for a kit barely molded by the world, who still stumbles over her tail sometimes? It's a pretty good first attempt. She places one paw in front of another, still intent on her target, and she inhales, leaping at @Victoryscorn's tail. Whether or not she is successful in her rough, first ever pounce, is to remain seen. But she cheers regardless, the fact she believes she's snuck up onto a full warrior of Skyclan!

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• SKYKIT she/her, skyclan kit, 2 moons
  ☆ a limber long haired lilax lynx point with blue eyes and low white.
  ☆ 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.

 

[Victoryscorn Victoryscorn]

Victoryscorn, in a twist of irony, was never the sort to mingle with SkyClan's young blood. Kits and apprentices alike seemed to carry a kind of distance from him, as if the nursery itself were plague-ridden and he'd catch something nasty by stepping too close. Maybe it was the way scrappy kits tripped over their own paws trying to see the world, or maybe it was the sting of memory— those wide, innocent eyes stirring wounds he'd rather leave buried.

Either way, he kept his distance. Same as he avoided oversleeping. Victoryscorn favored the quiet of dawn, when the birds raised their first chorus and the sun cracked the horizon like a split shell. From his perch, he'd watch younger warriors gather for patrols, their voices sharp with pride, strong hearts beating louder than the rustle of grass.

He blinked slow, one whisker twitching, a dry chuff rumbling in his throat. Amusing, really — watching them strain to outdo the forest itself. He could barely recall those moons when he'd raced to snag the fattest vole or dreamed of settling down. Best not to think on that now. With a shake, dust and dried berries tumbled from his pelt, scattering like spilled marbles. Foolish things clung to him season after season. He stretched stiffly and padded forward, half a mind to join a hunt, when it struck.

An attack.

His fur shot up, ears snapping high, head jerking like a deer hearing a twig snap. Weight pressed into his tail, tiny claws snagging through the knots of his thick, ropey fur. But the mighty assailant was no warrior— only @skykit , scarcely bigger than the plume she clung to. Victoryscorn's heavy tail slipped free, swatting down to pin the kit flat like a fly beneath a paw.

The old tom turned, expecting some foolish apprentice practicing stealth, only to freeze. A wisp of a kit peered up at him, fur tousled, grin brighter than any birdsong. For once, Victoryscorn stood dumbstruck, moons of avoiding the nursery leaving him empty-pawed in what to say. "You… ain't s'posed to be outta the nursery," he rasped at last, voice rough as bark. His looming shadow swallowed the kit whole, blue eyes narrowing as he huffed in Skykit's face. "Where in the stars was this youngster's dam? Surely some caretaker oughta be up by now, lettin' her kits nurse at her belly… right?"

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• VICTORYSCORN he/him, skyclanner, one hundred one moons.
  ☆ an old chocolate lynx mink with blue tabby patches and a permanent scowl, fur usually stained by blueberry plants.
  ☆ mentoring no one.
  ☆ no current relationships or family ties.
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by egg ↛ eggmcbaconboy on discord, feel free to dm for plots!

 

[Milkheart Milkheart]

I like it better when the sun shines,
Give me those good times, then I'll be alright

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MILKHEART, He/Him / 37 moons / Skyclan Caregiver
Seal Sepia tom with high white, has scruffy tipped ears, a long fluffy cream-white tail and amber-caramel eyes
Former mate(...?) of DUCHESS, Father of CREAMPAW, SWIRLPAW and CHESTNUTPAW
Radiates Dad Energytm​, good with kits, warm and amicable (totally doesn't look like a hot chocolate, except he does)
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Moments ago, Milkheart just returned from gathering freshkill and other comforts like new bedding components for the nursery- a routine outing that was part of his many tasks and general duties alongside other caregivers and warriors otherwise tasked with assisting them. He had stashed everything in the nursery as per usual and checked in with everyone else there, queens, den dads and kits. All accounted for... Eeeexcept for one.

"Skykit." Milkheart spoke with a serious yet ultimately concerned tone as he approached Victoryscorn and the rambunctious little adventurer of a kitten that had chosen to practice techniques she was many moons too young to try. It was fortunate that she didn't even get very far. "As Victoryscorn said.. You are not allowed to exit the nursery." He was disappointed, yes, as a doting caregiver should be. However, there was more to this. His stance, his tone, his presence, all of it was protective first and foremost. Where Hawkstar was the king, and many of the council were her knights- wielders of swords, Milkheart was a sentinel- carrier of a shield.

Until Skykit was old enough to choose which armament of her own to carry, and even after such a time, Milkeheart would be there to protect her as he would with any other member of Skyclan. "I know you're eager, Skykit. But you could have gotten seriously injured, or worse."

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I tell you what— you better not be bringing bad vibes,
Leave your troubles behind, then I'll be alright​

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[stormcrow]

Stormcrow watches Skykit leave the safe walls of the nursery with mild curiosity from where she's perched, cold blue eyes narrowed. The kit is a tiny thing, even for her age. Wispy, like a willow bending in the wind. But there's a certain strength in her bright eyes, in her loud voice. Something to be honed. Stormcrow's eyes glint as Skykit jumps on the tail of Victoryscorn, managing it with some success. Too small to be heard or noticed, eager enough to make it work. Milkheart soon appears, his tone not angry, but firm.

Her ears flick as she listens, and she jumps down from her perch into the camp, padding over to join them.

"No kit of Skyclan will come to any harm within our camp, Milkheart," she says, more bemused than worried by the situation. She looks down at Skykit, eyes glinting once more. "For a first attempt, you weren't too bad, little bird. We'll make a fine warrior of you yet, when the time is right. But for now, listen to Milkheart– stick to pouncing on falling leaves and mossballs. The next warrior you jump might think you a vicious bird of prey and pounce on you in return."

♡ STORMCROW. 54 moons
mentor of stonepaw,
daughter of snowveil
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[Hawkstar]

LEADER OF SKYCLAN

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"You all worry too much," Hawkstar chuffs from her kingly perch, her one good eye lazedly flipping from Stormcrow to Milkheart to finally Skykit, with their tiny tiny darkening nose and hint of color on their tail-tip. No doubt her color would come in the following months, just as her own children's did. Slowly at first, and then there it was, pointed and plain upon an apprentice's face.

"As long as she doesn't go beyond the camp clearing, I see no reason not to teach our little adventurer about her clan. Isn't that right, Skykit?"

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[skykit]

The reaction is immediate. Victoryscorn's tail slips free, smacks her on the head, the warrior turning with an ire eye. Her beaming smile doesn't falter, only stretching wider up at the senior warrior- one who falters and stares at her with some level of confusion. She blinks once, twice, at his words, and frowns near immediately. "So?" She shoots back, challenge in her tone. He's huge compared to her, and yes, Skykit knows this! Does she care? No! Skykit's head cranes to the side, bright blue eyes staring directly up at him.

Hot air is blown on her face, and she wrinkles her nose. "Your breath stinks." She replies, even if she didn't really smell it. She just really, really, really didn't enjoy him huffing in her face. Skykit's head turned with a 'hmph!', only to come eye to eye with her caregiver. Now, Milkheart is one of the few individuals she'd actually listen to, given the caregiver's involvement in giving her an opportunity at life. Even with the scolding from the caregiver, she only briefly whines. "But why not? There's nothing dan.. dange... nothing bad!" She exclaims, tripping over one of the more difficult words she's begun to learn. And, luckily for her, whining worked! (It didn't. It's just that other individuals in camp agreed with her.)

A face she didn't know very well yet, just like Victoryscorn, steps over. Blue eyes peer up to Stormcrow, then over the warrior's pelt, admiring the bright colors that the knight adorned. The flash of red amongst the chest, the softer blues like the sky she could see through the veil of trees decorating her shoulders. "Little bird?" She chirped, her brain catching up to what her ears were hearing. Blue eyes shifted back towards Stormcrow's own, perking up on her tufted legs to look at the knight closer. "Soon should be now! I want to learn." She demands, though the grin she was missing just moments ago was back on her face.

And her demands were only met better by the King herself speaking to the warriors and caregiver near Skykit. She turned her vision towards the perched leader, her tufted tail waving behind her. "Yes, that's right!" She says, voice bright. "I'll stay in camp!" Where she would listen to Milkheart, test her limits with the caregiver, she knew better then to defy the only reason she walked these lands. Her namegiver.

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• SKYKIT she/her, skyclan kit, 2 moons
  ☁︎ a limber long haired lilax lynx point with blue eyes and low white.
  ☁︎ mentored by n/a / mentoring no one
  ☁︎ NPC XX NPC / / sibling to hollykit, saffronkit, pricklekit, and branchkit
  ☁︎ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☁︎ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[Victoryscorn Victoryscorn]

The old tom reared his head back, a scowl tugging faint at his lips at the kit's cheek. Spunk, sure enough — but in all the wrong places. He'd seen too many moons to mistake boldness for wisdom. Nothin' spelled danger faster than a youngster thinkin' the world outside camp was theirs for the takin'. The forest was not kind, not even close. It was safe only because cats like him kept it that way with tooth and claw. A kit out there alone? That was no brave adventure. That was a duck sitting pretty, just waiting for the first fox to gulp it down.

His thoughts ran circles, so much so he nearly missed the pawsteps gathering around. Ears twitching, he shifted back a pace, not wanting his hulking frame to smother the little scrap of fur. Still, the way she puffed herself up with defiance made his hackles twitch. He cut his gaze across the crowd, tracing faces— caregivers, warriors, scouts — until his stare lingered too long on Milkheart, then dragged toward Stormcrow's steady form.

Memories came unbidden. Once, he'd wanted that life — to settle, raise the next SkyClan kits, guide them from clumsy paws to hunters of their own. The thought used to warm him like honey spread thick on the tongue. But moons had a way of sourin' sweet things. Now the very idea churned his stomach raw. He scoffed low, amused and irritated all at once, at the notion that Skykit's pounce could be mistaken for some hawk-strike. Stars above, her tiny paws barely pressed on his tail. More like being flicked with a mossball than attacked. Still, he held the words back — better let the kit believe she'd made some mark, rather than cut down that fire too soon.

Lifting his head, Victoryscorn caught Hawkstar's eye and dipped his muzzle, respectful but brief. His ear twitched as his gaze swept the gathered faces again. For all his complaints, it eased him some to see so much fuss stirred over one tiny scrap. Meant SkyClan still remembered the value of its smallest hearts. Better frettin' than forgettin'.

He rasped his tongue over his shoulder with a few rough licks, smoothing the stubborn burrs that clung to his tangled coat. His voice came out low, gravelled as a riverbed. "Reckon the lil' hairball's learned somethin' now," he muttered, more to himself than any other. But his eyes lingered on Skykit a moment longer, a flicker of somethin' softer hiding under the stern look. He prayed no more kits thought it wise to ambush his tail — though he had a gnawin' feelin' this wasn't the last time.

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• VICTORYSCORN he/him, skyclanner, one hundred one moons.
  ☆ an old chocolate lynx mink with blue tabby patches and a permanent scowl, fur usually stained by blueberry plants.
  ☆ mentoring no one.
  ☆ no current relationships or family ties.
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by egg ↛ eggmcbaconboy on discord, feel free to dm for plots!

 

[Quailstep Quailstep]

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QUAILSTEP

Quailstep hadn't had the opportunity yet to meet SkyClan's newest member, but she knew of Hawkstar and Milkheart's fondness for the little one. Watching Skykit - a noble name, reflective of her new and loyal home - prance around made her chuckle.

It wasn't that Quailstep had anything against kits - in fact, she enjoyed watching the young ones grow into their big paws gangly limbs, but she'd never found herself particularly adept at communicating with kits. Apprentices, sure. Warriors. even batter. But the journey here seemed to have locked away that carefree younger cat, hardening her into the monolith she was today.

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[Milkheart Milkheart]

I like it better when the sun shines,
Give me those good times, then I'll be alright

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MILKHEART, He/Him / 37 moons / Skyclan Caregiver
Seal Sepia tom with high white, has scruffy tipped ears, a long fluffy cream-white tail and amber-caramel eyes
Former mate of DUCHESS, Father of CREAMKIT, SWIRLKIT and CHESTNUTKIT
Radiates Dad Energytm​, good with kits, warm and amicable (totally doesn't look like a hot chocolate, except he does)
Tagging [@]

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Milkheart calmed somewhat. Stormcrow wasn't wrong, nothing bad was going to happen within the boundary of the camp because it was the duty of all to make sure of such a thing. However, he would really still prefer that Skykit didn't push so many boundaries. "Why not? Do you want to upset Hawkstar? I don't think so. I made a promise to keep you safe, so I'm going to keep that promise. That is what a noble warrior does." His expression softened when she tried to use a bigger word than she was used to, so almost immediately, Milkheart chose to engage in the teachable moment. "And hey, you almost had that word there." He said, rather impressed. "Do you want to try again? Just sound it out slower." He would be ready to give an example or speak alongside her if she wished.

Hawkstar made her presence known and interjected from a higher perch. Milkheart looked up with a chuckle. He had to keep up with all of the kits and their development, worrying for their safety was part of the deal. "Well yeah. Isn't it basically my job?" He could maybe stand to worry just a tiny bit less overall, but given what Hawkstar had told him of Skykits origin, however little or extensive it may have been, he wanted to be extra attentive.

At least Skykit wouldn't dare to go against Hawkstar's word, that much was certain. "Very well. It could be a sort of trial. Skykit, what do you say to learning something from everyone nearby first? You'll be stronger and smarter the more you learn." There was everyone directly around her, but there was also- "Oh! Quailstep, do you have a moment?"

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I tell you what— you better not be bringing bad vibes,
Leave your troubles behind, then I'll be alright​

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[Quailstep Quailstep]

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QUAILSTEP

Quailstep's ears perked and she turned to Milkheart, touching her chest with a paw as if to say "who, me?". Nevertheless, she padded over self-consciously, giving the kit an awkward smile.

"Uh, hi," she mewed. "I'm Quailstep. It's nice to meetcha, Skykit." She looked then to Milkheart, the tip of her tail twitching in curiosity.

"How can I help, Milkheart?" she asked, watching the kit out of the corner of her eyes.

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[[SNOWVEIL] [SNOWVEIL]]

Where the north wind meets the sea
There's a mother full of memory
Come, my darling, homeward bound
When all is lost, then all is found

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Snowveil listened to the cats around her, a faint grin tugging at her muzzle as she appeared to be dozing. She didn't mingle, not yet. Everyone fussed and coddled the young kit too much if you asked her. A quiet watch, ears pricked, was all that was needed, keep them close, ensure they didn't wander too far, and all would be well. With a long, deliberate yawn, she finally lifted her head, turning it just enough for her ears to catch the murmurs and laughter around her. Being blind had its advantages, her hearing was sharper than most, and she knew exactly what was happening without needing to see.

" Skykit will be a grand warrior one day. " she meowed simply, tilting her head ever so slightly. " Exploring is part of that. Your coddling and worrying won't help. " Her whiskers twitched, and a soft chuckle rumbled in her throat. " Come now, don't be a grump, Victoryscorn. Plenty of kits have jumped on your tail before, nothing will suddenly make that stop. " Amusement glimmered in her tone as she wrapped her tail around herself, settling comfortably.

" This-- " she added, voice gentle but firm. " Is also the perfect moment to teach her about clan life. Best to learn young than to wait too long. "

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