PAFP merlin's lessons / kit "patrols"

[Hawkstar]

LEADER OF SKYCLAN

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The nursery had become a flurry of activity in the last few months, even if SkyClan's caregiver rank had not swollen to match the demand of eyes on wayward kits. With Snowveil and Milkheart settled nicely within their roles, Hawkstar was never too far behind on kitten news … as long as she paid attention to the words they gave her … she did her best to ignore the (now) glaring fact that Cinderpaw and his siblings were apprenticed a half moon too early.

Surely, it was the product of miscommunication and not her own willful ignorance on the topic. Even if she had silently vowed to never let such a mistake happen again.

The skin on her shoulder tingled at the thought.

But now, with an unusually fat mouse clamped between her teeth, Hawkstar made her imperious way into the nursery, her good eye flicking from kit to kit before setting her catch down in front of them. She sat delicately, her tail curling around rounded paws, observing.

"Soldiers, line up." she commanded with a smirk. "I need bright eyes and bushy tails up! Up like a squirrel! There are important duties to tend to today!"

@Peonykit @Ptarmigankit @skykit @Wishkit @Berrykit

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64 moons

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[Berrykit]

BERRYKIT

Berrykit had been dreaming of running through a forest, the pines around him towering above, creating welcome shade. He ran with purpose, though he was not sure what the purpose was, his bushy tail flailing behind him. He arrived in a clearing, with mushrooms, most boletes, in front of him, nestled in moss. Their brown skin soft and their underside spongy, he lowered his head to sniff at them. They smelled like dinner, like a mouse, and he looked up to see the bolete he had been smelling grow whiskers and a tail, just like a mouse!

He woke to Hawkstar entering the nursery, a fat mouse between her teeth. That must be what his mind has made him dream of and why the boletes turned into mice right before he woke up.

Hawkstar commanded him and his fellow denmates to line up, her voice clear and sure like that of a commander, and Berry quickly scrambled to his feet, tail raised and chin held high. He could feel bits of moss stuck on his ear and the fur on his back, but he didn't want to move to clear it off, instead choosing to listen to his leader, eyes locked onto her. Well, that's what he tried to do at least. He couldn't help stealing a glance at his brother Ducklingkit, his mouth curving upwards in a smile. Whatever Hawkstar had prepared for them, he had his brother by his side, so it was going to be good no matter what!

@DUCKLINGKIT​

SkyClan | Kitten

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[skykit]

...up! Up like a squirrel!

Skykit doesn't think she's a squirrel, but she can recognize the message for what it is anyways. She's pushing to her paws, eyes still bleary with kitten-sleep, bits of nest still hanging from her. But, unlike Berrykit, she takes a moment to pull free a particularly stuck piece of feather and moss before she tumbles into line, sitting up straight and mostly presentable. Skykit's vision turned, peering directly up to her namegiver, ears perked forward to listen to what the King had to say.

And... while she wanted to sit and listen and wait and hear what the Skyclan leader had to say, she couldn't resist the words that came from her muzzle. "What is it? What are we doing?" She chirped, eyes brightening the more she woke up, tail swaying behind her eagerly.

__________________________ IM RUNNING WITH ☁︎ THE WOLVES TONIGHT _________________________

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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.

 

[Ptarmigankit Ptarmigankit]

———————————— You're not meant to sing along, it isn't that kind of song. ✦

Ptarmigankit had been delicately trying to groom her fur. Ever since she was helped to detangle her tail, she had been nearly constantly grooming it to prevent any more tangling. That sensation of tension of the fur, knotted all around itself, just the thought made her skin crawl. They'd been warned not to overgroom, it'd upset their stomach, but it was that or being unable to focus on anything but their own fur, tugging uncomfortably from tangles threatening to mat.

Though a flopped ear flickered as they heard movement at the mouth of the nursery, they turned to attention and saw it was Hawkstar. The kitten stifled her joy to see the leader; it was always a pleasant treat when she would come to visit the kittens, of which Berrykit stirred, hearing the clear voice ring out through the den.

The creme kitten pushed herself to her paws, padding quietly and obediently, shoulder to shoulder with her denmates. Eager little soldiers in a line for their king, eyes all sparkling with a need to prove themselves. They glanced, for just a moment, at Skykit. The newest addition to the nursery and more than eager to prove herself, perhaps a little too much, not all of the kittens had stood to attention.

But, then again, Ptarmigankit was not one to cast judgements when they all were still learning; rather, she stood alert and head raised. It was curious how similar Skyclan and her old colony could be; she had seen the trainees stand to attention when summoned by the Warden, and now she stood before Hawkstar in the same way.

——— Now you're lying face down.

You blend into the background. ———

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  Ptarmigankit
  ✦—Skyclan Kitten | 4 moons
  ✦—They/She/He
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A long-haired sealpoint kitten with tired amber eyes.
  #94e4ae

 

[Peonykit]

In the corner of the den lay a small kitten, curled into a tight ball and unmoving, aside from the soft rising and lowering of her chest as she breathed. She hadn't talked with anyone, hadn't bothered to look anyone dead in the eyes either, all except for her saviors. It was when the smell of a mouse hit her nose and the commanding voice of the leader entered her ears that she lifted her cream colored head. Eyes glanced towards the leader with curiosity. What was she saying? Watching as her denmates moved to line up in front of Hawkstar, Peonykit began to uncurl herself. Small paws slowly made way to rest next to her denmates, trying to match their energy. It was hard to, though. She was still so sad, and so her tail drooped ever so slightly, wide eyes staring into the leader's and awaiting instructions.

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PEONYKIT they/she, skyclan 3 moons old.
a small tortoiseshell kitten with dark green eyes
mentored by none // mentoring none
littermate to ???
NPC x NPC
"speech" // "thoughts"
penned by doc↛ m0dernd0c on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[Hawkstar]

LEADER OF SKYCLAN

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"You think because you all are little that you can just skate by," She may sit tall in a commander's stance, but Hawkstar's tone is nothing but warm and gooey, her softness echoed in her wide her good eye was and how the wrinkles around her jaw smoothed into a smile at the edges. "but you all have to start pulling some weight around here, too. I need mossballs made and prey found, understand? I better see at least three moss-balls and three mice at my feet no higher than noon-time!"

She glances down at the group conspiratorially. "Lucky for you, that can all be found in camp."

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[Berrykit]

BERRYKIT

I better see at least three moss-balls and three mice at my feet no higher than noon-time!

Those were Hawkstar's instructions and Berrykit was determined to fulfil them together with his nestmates - mainly his brother! First, he needed to clean his fur - he turned his head around and picked out moss bits from his back, carefully plucking out each green stem that contrasted on his black fur. He brushed his paw along his ears, to make sure no stray moss stayed on his head, and glanced at his denmates. "Let's do this! I'm not very good at rolling up mossballs, how about I go find some mice?" He smiled warmly at them, excited to participate with his beloved peers. "I'm not sure how much time we have, but let's make the most of it!"

Berrykit trotted out of the nursery - could he just snatch a mouse from the fresh-kill pile? Hawkstar didn't say anything about that...he peeked into the hole filled with food - squirrels, rabbits, a robin...so much prey, but where were the mice? He opened his mouth, hoping to catch a scent of a mouse buried under the larger prey. What he did smell, however, was a mouse nearby - was a warrior just bringing it in? He lifted his head in the direction of the scent and spotted Cherrydawn. To Berrykit's horror, she wasn't bringing the mouse to the pile, but taking it away!

"Cherrydawn!" he cried out instinctively, before he realized he had no idea what to tell the warrior. The calico turned to him with puzzled eyes and Berrykit approached her carefully. "I..um...." what could he say that wouldn't sound stupid? "I was wondering...wouldn't you prefer to eat a squirrel? You see, I..Hawkstar...we were tasked to bring her some mice and this appears to be the last one, at least for now. I don't know how many mice the morning patrols will bring!"

He hoped he made his case well, convincing Cherrydawn into giving up the juicy mouse. Only then did he realise that Hawkstar brought one mouse with her into the nursery - surely that was intentional! Oh well...hopefully the other kittens realise this, unlike him, who remembered way too late.

@Cherrydawn
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SkyClan | Kitten

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[Cherrydawn Cherrydawn]

CHERRY OF SKYCLAN

Cherrydawn watched with a faint smile, shaking her head in quiet amusement before padding toward the fresh-kill pile. Her stomach gave a small growl, it had been a long morning and she figured she'd earned something tasty. Her mismatched eyes scanned the pile before settling on a particularly plump mouse. Perfect. She picked it up between her teeth, already savoring the thought of her first bite, and turned to find a quiet spot to eat. But before she could take two steps, a small, determined voice stopped her in her tracks.

Berrykit.

The tiny tom stood squarely in her path, eyes bright with a sense of purpose far too big for his size. Cherrydawn blinked in surprise, setting the mouse down at her paws as he launched into his explanation, something about a mission for Hawkstar, and how she really ought to eat a squirrel instead so that he could take the mouse for himself. A soft laugh threatened to escape her, but she managed to hold it in, mostly. The amusement still glimmered in her mismatched hues as she bent her head toward him.

" You… want my mouse? " she asked, voice light with amusement, whiskers twitching. Then, with an indulgent smile, she gently nudged the prey toward him with her paw. " That's okay, you can have it. I was craving squirrel today anyway… or maybe a nice, fat bird. " Her tone softened into a purr as she reached down to give him a light, playful bap on the head with her paw. " You're doing a fantastic job for Hawkstar, Berrykit. " The fondness in her voice was unmistakable, warm, teasing, but full of pride. Watching kits like him made her heart ache in the best way; the future of SkyClan was already shining so bright.

THROUGH DIRT AND SHADOW I GROW ——･ﾟ✦​

･ﾟ✦ —— I'm reaching light through the struggle