TW: Sensitive Content Open SC what doesn't kill you | accident

[oleanderkit]

CONTENT WARNING: mentions of blood

At five weeks old, the newest litter of the Clan had finally began their tumbling around. Noises and sometimes single words are uttered in high-pitched squeaks as the kittens navigate their surroundings, slowly and surely. Today, the middle-born of the group finds a newfound confidence within himself. As sunlight dances into the den, Oleanderkit climbs out of the nest, pushing on his siblings to rise to his feet.

He'd taken plenty of steps just outside of the nest, but the rest of the nursery is yet to be explored! With his tail held high and his fur puffed out, the pale kitten trots and leaps here and there, pouncing on whatever he can find: specks of dust, mirages of light, the occasional ant. For a moment, he seems to lose his sense of care for the world as childlike wonder and imagination takes over him. His first perception of fun. Just him, and this wide-open, seemingly endless space of the nursery.

Little does he know, enjoyment isn't the only thing he'd discover today. As Oleanderkit prances and spins and hops, chasing whatever has caught his attention now, his still-developing eyesight leaves a particular hazard in a blind spot. It is not until a sharp rock slices into the soft pink of his paws that the kitten finally returns to the real world with a harsh awakening. With a loud squeal, the boy tumbles forward and lands clumsily on his chest, limbs sprawled out for only a mere moment before he pulls the injured paw in close.

"Ow!"

he cries out, tears swelling around his eyes as he searches blurrily for his mother. Whatever this feeling is, he hopes he never has to feel it again!

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OLEANDERKIT he/him, shadowclan kit 00 moons old.
a short, well-groomed pale feline with a lilac overcoat and grey stripes
mentored by none // mentoring none
littermate to elderkit, deathberrykit, goldenrodkit, maggotkit, and centipedekit
half-sibling to cloudberrypaw, mistletoepaw, and hemlockpaw
CICADABUZZ x WISTERIASTRIKE // father/mother to none // mated to none
"speech"
penned by IXORA ↛ .ixora on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

ooc // uh oh! babys first wound </3 the injury is a minor cut to the paw pad! tagging @wisteriastrike

 

[Maggotkit]

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MAGGOTKIT

Maggotkit's mind still doesn't truly comprehend the world around it. Round golden eyes watch the world with mild interest, learning, but the kitten has no desire to explore by itself - it much more prefers learning about the world through its siblings, watching them discover the joys and dangers while Maggotkit merely watches.

Perhaps the fun Oleanderkit is having, chasing after every single thing that comes into his view, would be interesting, but Maggotkit does not move. Its paws are still too clumsy, stance uneven. The world outside the nest feels too cold and distant. No, Maggotkit much more prefers to watch as Oleanderkit pounces at the next thing he spots.

And not soon after, a loud noise echoes throughout the nursery, coming from none other than the adventurous kit. Maggotkit lowers its ears, the sound ringing in its mind painfully, and turns away. Oleanderkit is too loud, his sobs and whines too much for Maggotkit to handle. Instead, the quiet child buries itself in the closest cat's fur, muffling the sound of the outside world, of Oleanderkit, drowning them away. It has no desire to listen to the high pitch of crying any longer.

OOC: Sorry brother you're too loud

 

[Magpiepaw]

& I don't know what's got its TEETH in me

He remembers his first hurt. Bramble thicket of ThunderClan's durable walls, his tender nose thrust into thorns as he stumbled along exploring. It had barely bled, a welling of blood so minor that only a few licks from his mother's gentle care had stopped it entirely - though he had acted quite like Oleanderkit in that it was the end of the world.
"Impressive." The medicine cat apprentice purrs, tone lightly amused but his expression never changing from its usual neutral indifference as he hobbled over on ungainly limbs, every step is carefully placed to avoid pitching him forward as his head bobs side to side from his bouncing gait. "You must be very strong, that would have put a cat like my father on the ground immediately."
It was not entirely untrue, Sablestar's flair for dramatics and nonsense had always been fun but it was much more lighthearted than a kitten's first scraped paw. He extends out his own paw in a silent demand to see the injury, waiting until it was placed before leaning over to squint at and nod with a patient understand before relinquishing Oleanderkit from his grip.
"No need to remove it, you can keep the paw. We can dress this in the medicine cat den if you'd like to come. Maggotkit, you too. You can help." Kittens were prone to following anyways, he might as well humor it directly less they get any ideas to cause mischief in the place.

Ooc- ooc info here.

I dream in phosphorescence - Bleed through spaces

MAGPIEPAW

— medicine cat apprentice of shadowclan
— He/They
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— Solid black w/low white & blue-violet eyes.
— Has 'wobbly cat' syndrome.
#9272ee

 

[goldenrodkit]

𓆣𓆣 Since their ears had begun to register sound, Goldenrodkit has become good at tuning it out. The kit thrives in the quiet, in the whispers of shadows and the hush of soft voices—it seems that some of their siblings do not. Oleanderkit, right now, seems to be enjoying the chaos being sown around the nursery, and even becoming a part of it himself. He pounces and runs, apparently paying little attention to anything else during his playtime. Goldenrodkit does not see the moment that he snags his paw on a rock, but their ear flickers once when he cries out and seems to thump to the ground.

It is only when Magpiepaw makes his way into the den and begins to speak that Goldenrodkit feels any amount of concern for its sibling. It had thought the other kit was simply being dramatic, but if the dark-furred apprentice has made an appearance then it must be serious. The kit shifts, wide golden eyes finally making their appearance, cresting over the curve of Maggotkit's back like the sun rising over the horizon. They yawn, then stand, trying to disturb the chestnut-coated kit as little as possible as they extricate themself from the thoroughly-packed nest. Without a word, the golden-spotted kitten trots stiffly over to stand beside its littermate, peering down at Oleanderkit's paw. Crimson leaks from it, and the kit looks up at Magpiepaw with a sharp frown. He invites Oleanderkit to his den, telling Maggotkit that bug can come along too. Goldenrodkit assumes that this includes them as well, and curiosity takes hold, paws treading after the two when they leave.

sorry seeder 𓆣 bottom feeder

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  GOLDENRODKIT ⁺‧₊☽♰☾₊‧⁺ it/they/she, kit of shadowclan
  𓆤 scrawny, scruffy black and gold kit with orange eyes. quiet and independent.
  𓆤 chronic upper respiratory infections ; has a gravely voice and constant sniffles.
  𓆤 cicadabuzz x wisteriastrike ; sibling to deathberrykit, elderkit, oleanderkit, centipedekit, maggotkit ; half sibling to cloudberrypaw, mistletoepaw, hemlockpaw
  𓆤 peaceful or healing powerplay is allowed ; does not like physical contact & may react negatively
  𓆤 played by foxlore

 

[Maggotkit]

MAGGOTKIT

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Maggotkit stared at Magpiepaw with big eyes. He was promising to make the noise go away while also offering for Maggotkit to come along and help. The kitten wasn't exactly sure how it could help, but it stood on shaky paws nonetheless - in that moment, despite not knowing the medicine cat apprentice too well, it decided it liked him. The concept of friendship was not yet known to it, but Magpiepaw would hopefully soon fall within that category.

Goldenrodkit had joined it in following Magpiepaw and Maggotkit wondered if every one of its siblings would join them to accompany Oleanderkit. It wouldn't mind, though it feared it would be too much noise, not only for itself, but for the healer to focus in. Maggotkit knew how difficult it was to follow its own thoughts when there was too much noise around - or even just one, annoying noise.

"I come." it whispered, nodding to itself. Even if it wasn't able to help, it could still look and it was very interested in learning how to make the sounds Oleanderkit was making stop.

OOC: n/a

 

[oleanderkit]

Magpiepaw seems quickly drawn to the commotion inside the nursery, though his expression is not nearly as distraught as young Oleanderkit's. It's a little reassuring, the way he teases and praises the kit for his tumble, and for his bravery in surviving it. The kitten's wails slow to a stop, though his chest continues to heave with silent hiccups as he stretches his injured forepaw out to the medicine cat. A floral scent drifts off of him, part tangy and part sweet - something about it seems familiar in a way Oleanderkit can't place, bringing him back to a day he doesn't remember; the day of his birth.

It's distracting enough to calm the kitten's nerves. An invitation to join Magpiepaw in the medicine den is extended and, had he not had such a tumble over a bout of playful exploration, Oleanderkit might have jumped cheerfully at the offer. Instead, exhausted by the string of events, he solemnly nods and stands up to follow the medicine cat out, learning how to limp for the first time. The trio of kits totter after the dark-colored apprentice, all but one oblivious to the meaning of visiting the medicine den - pain.

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OLEANDERKIT he/him, shadowclan kit 00 moons old.
a short, well-groomed pale feline with a lilac overcoat and grey stripes
mentored by none // mentoring none
littermate to elderkit, deathberrykit, goldenrodkit, maggotkit, and centipedekit
half-sibling to cloudberrypaw, mistletoepaw, and hemlockpaw
CICADABUZZ x WISTERIASTRIKE // father/mother to none // mated to none
"speech"
penned by IXORA ↛ .ixora on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

// ooc: ignore that this is tragically late lol