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Post by Thunderstruck on Oct 18, 2015 20:17:08 GMT
Snowstorm was cold. Very, very cold. Sure the camp had a canopy over it, yeah that made everything so much better for a white cat in leaf-fall. Snowstorm was still freezing, and it wasn't even snowing! Maybe he was getting sick. Did he do anything recently that could make him sick? He ate questionable mouse, it was cold and his paws were always wet, maybe that could make him sick. What made you shiver when you were sick? No idea. He wasn't sneezing, that was a plus. He was sure that came with sickness, so maybe he was just cold. Sitting in the middle of camp by himself in the freezing cold while the morning patrol was out probably wasn't a good idea. Regardless while Duskblaze was gone dealing with... whatever he had decided to do with Cedarclan(he said he was going to apologize, but that probably wasn't going to happen) Snowstorm was acting leader. What did a leader need to do now? He already sent out the morning patrol and was going to take one at Sunhigh and one at Dusk.... They didn't have enough cats for a hunting patrol, he could go hunting.
No, no he wasn't going to do that, He'd take it later.
Snowstorm turned and made his way back to the warriors den, it was cold and he needed to be warm. Snowstorm approached the den and slipped in, making his way to the back where his nest was set up, and he sat down, pushing the moss around to make himself comfortable. If today was going to be a cold day, Snowstorm was going to spend his time warming up planning the next patrol, or whatever else needed his attention.
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A flaming sword of burning righteousness and also fire!
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Post by ♏aple♢ on Oct 24, 2015 3:41:30 GMT
For whatever we lose (like a you or a me),
It's always our selves that we'll find in the sea.
"WOLFKIT!""WHERE IS THAT MOUSE?!" Scrabble scrabble. Scritch scritch. No mouse to be found here, no siree. Boy was this uncomfy. He'd tried hiding in Papa's den, but Pantherkit had found him. He'd tried hiding behind the big rock, but Stormkit had found him there. His siblings were good finders. But Wolfkit was determined to be the better hider. And no sir no ma'am was he going to go fetch another mouse for his sisters. He'd brought them three in the past two days. Last time, one of the warriors stopped him and made him take it back, saying that he had to leave some for the other cats. Well, Wolfkit was through with sharing! Hiding was much easier. He didn't get yelled at when he hid- at least not by the grownups. Stormkit and Pantherkit could find someone else to fetch their mice.
Right now, he was all snuggled under the wall of the warrior's den. And yeesh was that uncomfortable. Branches digging into the pudgy kit's little back, poking him too uncomfortably. But his sisters were out there. Waiting. And he had to hide here. Wait- was someone coming?
Blue eyes peered out suspiciously from under the den wall. White paws.. That could be a lot of cats. Like Petalfrost or Silverheart or Tornpelt or- Snowstorm! His uncle. Oh wait- wait wait wait! He was getting too close! Wolfkit shrunk down against the earth, but alas, it was too late! When the warrior leaned against the den wall to curl up in his nest, he learned right up against little Wolfkit, who immediately squirmed in protest. "Mrrrp!" wait- he had to be quiet! Gah! But could this be the end? Oh so tragic, the leader's son, squished to death by his uncle while hiding from his bossy sisters...
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Post by Thunderstruck on Oct 24, 2015 3:58:05 GMT
Snowstorm's ears shot straight up, along with his legs as the small squeak came from his nest. He wasn't scared, just startled at the sound, he quickly turned around and started at his nest, what he first assumed was empty, now became very obviously occupied. His eyes narrowed as he stared at the small bump in his nest. Then the scent flooded his nose.
"Wolfkit, get out of my nest."
Snowstorm sat down and stared at the kit who was very obviously attempting to hide, But Snowstorm couldn't figure out why this kit was hiding. It was his nephew, strangely enough, why was his Nephew hiding in his nest? Snowstorm had very little contact with his brothers kits. He wouldn't mind spending time with them, but that was for Duskblaze to decide he wanted Snowstorm to spend time with them.
"Come on Wolfkit, come out of there, I won't tell anyone your here"
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A flaming sword of burning righteousness and also fire!
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Post by ♏aple♢ on Oct 24, 2015 6:39:19 GMT
For whatever we lose (like a you or a me),
It's always our selves that we'll find in the sea.
Oh! Shoot! He was spotted! Blue eyes flicked back and forth rapidly. Uhh.. UHHH!!! The weight was off of him, that was good. But he still had too-! Suddenly, Wolfkit flopped over, closing his eyes and lolling his tongue out. Yep, he was dead. No living kits to be found sneaking into the warriors den here. Not a one! Uh... Ouch, rolling over like that under the den wall had really hurt. He could feel brand new little scratches welling up under his pelt and- was Snowstorm still looking? The gray kit opened one eye, only to find another blue staring right back at him. Double shoot! Wolfkit closed his eye again, lolling his tongue out an extra bit. Yep, super dead now.
Alright. This wasn't working. Eventually, Wolfkit sighed, heaving himself up to his paws and crawling out from under the bramble wall. The tom winced as the thorns scratched him, but pulled himself out all the same. He would have to find some better way to hide than that. The young tom made a mental note. Pokey things = Bad hiding spots. Dragging himself into Snowstorm's nest, where he found the white tom looking down at him a bit curiously now, Wolfkit looked down at his paws guiltily. Oh boy, was he gonna be in trouble now. Kits weren't supposed to be in the warrior's den. And he was supposed to do what his sisters said! Double trouble! "Um...." the kit shifted his paws nervously, not meeting his uncle's eyes. "Hi Snowstorm."
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Post by Thunderstruck on Nov 5, 2015 22:27:13 GMT
Snowstorm's whiskers twitched as Wolfkit drug himself out of his hiding spot and into his view. Snowstorm moved back over to his nest and sat down to get comfortable. His ears twitched at Wolfkit as he spoke. He felt bad for the kit in a weird way. Snowstorm knew his brother, probably too well. For some reason Snowstorm felt this feeling growing in his gut, Wolfkit was going to have a hard time bonding with Duskblaze. Aside from the fact that Duskblaze was a bullheaded, arrogant, stubborn brat when he wanted to be wasn't going to make that any easier on anyone who wanted to bond with him. Snowstorm just seemed to be the exception. In a way, that was an interesting conversation for another time, But now. Snowstorm narrowed his eyes at Wolfkit.
"So, Just wondering. Why did you pick my nest of all places to hide? You know you'd have a better time hiding where cats don't want to be, right?"
Any sensible warrior would probably have picked Wolfkit up and drug him back to the nursery where kits belonged. Then again, any Sensible warrior would have stopped Wolfkit from getting this far to begin with. Snowstorm was not very sensible, no. He was more interested in why the kit was hiding, rather than making him suffer for doing it.
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A flaming sword of burning righteousness and also fire!
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Post by ♏aple♢ on Nov 6, 2015 5:19:36 GMT
For whatever we lose (like a you or a me),
It's always our selves that we'll find in the sea.
"I wasn't hiding in your nest." Wolfkit protested, looking at his paws. Boy were they tiny on this big moss. And so, so much more interesting than the scolding that was probably to come. All gray against that green. Not that.. it stood out anymore than his pelt against those of his siblings. But that was an entirely different matter. Maybe he was procrastonating answering Snowstorm's question by thinking up questions of his own. Or ideas. Or absolutely any other thought because he didn't want to be a snitch because they hated that but he also absolutely did not want to be sent back out to his siblings. "I was hiding under the den wall. 'S different." he meowed, looking back to the bramble mess what he'd climbed out of. Bits of grey fur still clung to it. Contrast.
"Tried going places cats don't wanna be. But I always got found, so I had to go places that cats wouldn't look." He was quickly learning that sometimes... hiding in plain sight was the best option. But.. as his still-squished body would tell just about anybody looking at him, he still had an awful lot to learn.
"'S in the warriors den.. cus' kits aren't allowed in the warriors den. So kits wouldn't go here to look." He'd barely even thought of what would happen if a warrior found him. Figured he'd face that log when he came to it. But now.. that log still seemed awfully high. And he had no idea how to climb it.
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Post by Thunderstruck on Nov 20, 2015 1:53:48 GMT
Snowstorms whiskers twitched at Wolfkit's response. It was partially true, kits probably wouldn't go looking in the warriors den for him, but he didn't seem to account for the other possibility, actual warriors.
"I suppose you're right, kits wouldn't come looking in here. But warriors would, and if kits aren't suppose to be in here, what do you think they'd do if they found you." Snowstorm paused and looked to the den entrance before he returned his attention to Wolfkit. Snowstorm's ears twitched, he thought he heard paws scrambling outside the den, but they weren't there when he looked. "But then again, I'm not going to do anything about you being here, go on, make yourself comfortable. I'm too lazy to take you back to the nursery."
No truer were those words than Snowstorm would care to admit, he didn't want to bring Wolfkit back to the nursery right now, he just got back to the den, he was going to make himself comfortable and actually relax for once.
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A flaming sword of burning righteousness and also fire!
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Post by ♏aple♢ on Nov 21, 2015 2:08:02 GMT
For whatever we lose (like a you or a me),
It's always our selves that we'll find in the sea.
Wolfkit thought over the situation. And then, Wolfkit frowned. What... would a warrior do if they had found him? They might do somethin worse than take him back to his siblings and make him fetch mice again. They might take him to daddy. Kits really weren't supposed to be in here. But... He hadn't even been in the warrior's den! He'd been under the den wall... That was... Not the same thing! Wolfkit shifted his legsagain- more nervously than before, if such a thing was even possible. "I'd be in real big trouble." Wolfkit muttered, rubbing his front paws together. Real big trouble.
But... Snowstorm wouldn't get him in trouble, would he? He said he wouldn't tell anyone that he was here. Which was sorta suspicious since he was the deputy and it was his job to tell everyone everything... Like when to go outside, and where to hunt, and when to see their mentors, and when to go back to the nursery. Aaaand... Wolfkit blinked. He said he was too... lazy? Wolfkit frowned. Daddy always said it was bad for cats to be lazy, and not to want to do things. But if uncle Snowstorm was lazy, and he was the deputy... It had to be okay.
Right?
Wolfkit nodded, shifting into a more comfortable sitting position. Well... if it was okay... "Um... Thanks." Wolfkit meowed, tone still laced with hesitation. He said to make himself comfortable though. So Wolfkit tried. But the nests here were too big, and the moss was crunchy, and he had scratches from the thorns in his fur. Plus, he could still hear the voices- now all three of his siblings- calling outside. There wasn't much comfort that a poor kit could get!
The little tom avoided looking around the den. It wasn't right- he wasn't allowed in here. He didn't want to see any other warriors- he didn't want to see any cats in fact. He just wanted to have a little peace and quiet to himself. But with the morning sun high in the sky, most cats were already out and about. That at least was nice. But he still felt that creeping unease- that feeling of doing something wrong. He always felt like that when he didn't listen to his family. But sometimes... Oh, Wolfkit didn't know. He was still young, and didn't yet understand his own emotions or their causes. He acted on feeling and instinct, and heart. And uuuuusually... The orders of his siblings.
But they weren't here now. It was just him and Snowstorm. "So... um..." Wolfkit trailed, digging his tiny little claws into the moss. It was rough. "Thanks for not... telling anyone that I'm here."
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