[Fawn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background-color: #0D0D0D; padding: 25px; padding-bottom: 40px!important; text-align: center; border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px, bTable] [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Crowkit-icon5.jpg); border-top-left-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 50px; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Crowkit-icon2.jpg); height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Crowkit-icon1.jpg); height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Crowkit-icon4.jpg); border-top-right-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 50px; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [STYLE=color: #EBEBEB; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: justify; width: 405px; margin-top: -3px; background-color: #333333; border-left: 10px solid #0A2436;]Son of Falconleap & Vultureback. RainClan. Tom-kit. Brother of Hawk-kit & Heronkit. 1 moon.[/style] [STYLE=border-bottom: 10px solid #0A2436; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 30px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; line-height: 11px; text-align: right; width: 403px; margin-top: -16px; padding-right: 12px; text-shadow: #080808 5px 1px 1px;] CROWKIT✗ [/style] [STYLE=border-left: 10px solid #0A2436; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; width: 405px; background-color: #333333;] "Careful, Crowkit. It's too cold for you to go outside right now." That was Father's voice, wasn't it? Over the past few days, the suddenly much more animated ball of dark tabby fur and pale, pale kitten-blue eyes had begun to really identify whose voice belonged to which cat. The enormous tom with the mottled markings was Father, he had a deep, rumbling, resonant voice that shook right through his tiny little chest. Mother - now he could never forget her voice or face - had a much more delicate voice that was pleasant to his delicate ears, and sparked a warmth in him that was irreplaceable, usually bringing about a son's purring adoration for his maternal parent. Having grown increasingly curious about the outside world since he had begun to walk, the tom, barely a moon old, tottered closer on small but sturdy legs, trying to peek around his father's great bulk blocking the nursery entrance to the wonderful white world outside. Was that the only color out there? White stuff all over the crowd, and bright blueness up above? Strange. So very strange. Crowkit turned around to look at his siblings, playfulness sparking in his baby blue eyes as he clumsily pivoted and bounded towards them, intending to chew on any appendages he could reach. "When do we get to be warriors, Mother?" He mewed, ever impatient to be an official member of Clan life, ever impatient to leave the shelter of the nursery and not go anywhere at the same time. Torn by his desire for things to remain easy - sleep, eat, play - and his desires to be Crowpaw, an apprentice of RainClan! Unaware of the animosity he was going to face as he grew up, Crowkit glanced back at the nursery entrance with wanting eyes. There was a whole forest out there, just beyond these warm nests and soft milky smells, and Crowkit would give his left foot to go and explore them! [/style] [STYLE=border-bottom: 10px solid #0A2436; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 30px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; line-height: 11px; text-align: right; width: 403px; margin-top: -16px; padding-right: 12px; text-shadow: #080808 5px 1px 1px;] OUT OF CHARACTER ✗ [/style] [STYLE=border-left: 10px solid #0A2436; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; width: 405px; background-color: #333333;] ✗ TAGS: you, you and you ✗ LYRICS: let's kill tonight { panic at the disco } ✗ COMMENTS: blah blah blah [/style] [STYLE=color: #EBEBEB; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-bottom: -20px;]template by darkee of btn.[/style]

[Hellion]

Small but growing was the striped tom of StoneClan and RiverClan lineage, his lush fur warming and his pale eyes a reflection of his curiosity. He was stirred out of his slumber by Crowkit's moving woke him up by his warm sleep next to his mother who was caring enough to keep them all tucked close to her warm belly.

His ears flickered and he got to his paws and looked around, hearing his mother's velvet like voice and his father's deep and powerful one. His tail flicked slowly as he felt more confident on his paws and heard his brother ask their mother a question. He too wanted the answer and he turned with wide eyes toward his mother and purred.

"When you three have seen 5 full moons pass over the nursery you are ready to step up and become apprentices." She purred, giving her closest soon which happened to be Hawk-kit a few warm licks. Her eyes looking to Crowkit then up toward her mate with warm love. Stifling a yawn she settled back down with her head on her paws as Hawk-kit ventured closer to his brother.

"Daddy can we go outside? Just little bit." He asked sweetly, throwing all his kitten charm he could muster, looking back toward his mother for a moment, eyes warm.

He wanted to go outside a little, not to far he knew better then to leave camp, but maybe he could see an apprentice or another warrior, someone ask about the world until he was ready for it.

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H E R O N K I T
They call me Baby Driver
And once upon a pair of wheels
Hit the road and I'm gone

The fluffy RainClan-StoneClan bred kitten had been fast asleep against her warm mother's belly when Crowkit's somewhat muffled, squeaky tones made their way to the kitten. Heronkit did not need much incentive to wake up -- the talk of becoming a warrior and getting out of the nursery was enough to get the kitten to rise from her cozy spot by her mother's side and fix her brother with a steely gaze, full of attitude and life. Some kits might complain about getting woken from a nap, but Heronkit was no one of those kittens. In fact, it was rare for her to nap and an exciting moment in her short life was enough to give her energy for the rest of the day. 'When you three have seen 5 full moons pass over the nursery you are ready to step up and become apprentices,' Falconleap told them and Heronkit's tiny ears flattened. "Says who?" Heronkit said in a sassy voice, full of attitude. "I think in a moon or so, I'll be ready for apprenticeship," Heronkit mewed, grinning to herself before pulling her fluffy, uncoordinated body to a standing position and shakily attempting to make her way towards the entrance to the nursery. Though both her mother and father were wide awake and her attempt at sneaking outside of the nursery was not at all sneaky, Heronkit still moved with careful paw steps.

'Daddy can we go outside? Just little bit,' Hawk-kit asked her father and Heronkit halted her slow movement to the outside world to throw a glance back at her brother and a well-meant roll of her eyes.

Ever since the kitten had been born, Heronkit had been full of life and attitude.

What's my number?

[Fawn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background-color: #0D0D0D; padding: 25px; padding-bottom: 40px!important; text-align: center; border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px, bTable] [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Crowkit-icon5.jpg); border-top-left-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 50px; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Crowkit-icon2.jpg); height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Crowkit-icon1.jpg); height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Crowkit-icon4.jpg); border-top-right-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 50px; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [STYLE=color: #EBEBEB; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: justify; width: 405px; margin-top: -3px; background-color: #333333; border-left: 10px solid #0A2436;]Son of Falconleap & Vultureback. RainClan. Tom-kit. Brother of Hawk-kit & Heronkit. 1 moon.[/style] [STYLE=border-bottom: 10px solid #0A2436; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 30px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; line-height: 11px; text-align: right; width: 403px; margin-top: -16px; padding-right: 12px; text-shadow: #080808 5px 1px 1px;] CROWKIT✗ [/style] [STYLE=border-left: 10px solid #0A2436; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; width: 405px; background-color: #333333;] Heronkit was ever the adventurous one, and while Crowkit would soon grow out of this desire to stick his nose into everything he couldn't recognize, the kit was all for taking his sister's side of things. "I can't wait to be a warrior!" He mewed energetically, pausing in his contentment to chew on Hawk-kit's ear a little, growling playfully. "I can fight just as good as any apprentice, see?" Though he hadn't actually seen an apprentice yet, he presumed they were pretty strong - they were warriors-in-training, right? That's what Father had said. So obviously they must be strong and talented. On kittenish legs and with clumsy, kittenish moves, the tabby ball of fluff pounced on his brother, eyes full of a happy, friendly, energetic light. Vultureback chuckled, the sound low and warm as it resonated from the wide, fluffy mottled chest of the Senior Warrior. Pale eyes upon his daughter, Vultureback repeated his previous words, this time directing them at her; "It's too cold, Heronkit. Your little paws will freeze like icicles and break off if you step on the snow." Meeting Falconleap's gaze out of the corner of his eye, he waited until the kits weren't looking to wink at her, telling their daughter a bold-faced lie so that she might stay put. He didn't want his feisty little daughter to wear out the mother of his kits, now did he? Looking at the exuberant little puffballs, Vultureback couldn't help but admire Falconleap and the other queens, realizing just how hard it must be to raise such energetic and sometimes rebellious little animals. You had to be sharp, you had to be nurturing, you had to be strong and gentle all at the same time. And you had to be cooped up in here for 6 moons at a time. StarClan bless 'er. [/style] [STYLE=border-bottom: 10px solid #0A2436; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 30px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; line-height: 11px; text-align: right; width: 403px; margin-top: -16px; padding-right: 12px; text-shadow: #080808 5px 1px 1px;] OUT OF CHARACTER ✗ [/style] [STYLE=border-left: 10px solid #0A2436; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; width: 405px; background-color: #333333;] ✗ TAGS: you, you and you ✗ LYRICS: let's kill tonight { panic at the disco } ✗ COMMENTS: blah blah blah [/style] [STYLE=color: #EBEBEB; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-bottom: -20px;]template by darkee of btn.[/style]

[Hellion]

The interaction with his mother and father, which happened to include his sister and brother was amusing the the brown tabby tom. He sat back now, just watching understanding what his father had meant about it being to cold for them.

The few times he mother had left the nursery it was easily noticed how cold her paws were when she came back, he partly dreaded to snuggle beside her for the sake of her cold fur.

He tried to peak around his father just for a little glimpse of the outside world but obeyed their verdict of now allowing them outside. Hawk-kit out of the three of the young kits was by far the most honest and obedient of the triplets, a quality that was partly shared with his mother.

Falconleap had sat up a little, sitting less prone in her nest but more upright, her paws neatly over lapping each other, her head up and her shoulder back, a regal queen. Her ears flicked as her mate lied easily to their kits, it was small lie and nothing to cause worry, in fact Falconleap was more prone to make those little lies for the safety of their family.

Flicking her tail she brought her attention to her self with a warm purr. "Why don't I tell you a story?" She asked them, trying to get their collective minds off of exploring the cold frozen landscape of their home, one she hadn't gotten to explore much herself.

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H E R O N K I T
They call me Baby Driver
And once upon a pair of wheels
Hit the road and I'm gone

Heronkit gazed at her brother with feisty, sharp hued eyes as he chewed at Hawk-kit's ear. Why is my brother such a baby? The little kitten asked herself and the sharp look of indignation Heronkit passed Crowkit was enough to give her feelings away. 'I can't wait to be a warrior! I can fight just as good as any apprentice, see?' Crowkit cried out and his sister gave a mean laugh. "I don't understand what a mentor can teach an apprentice that isn't already instinct. I have claws; I know what to do with them," Heronkit meowed and puffed her tiny black-brown-and-gray chest out to make her appear bigger and older than she actually was.

When Vultureback initially spoke, Heronkit gave her father the cold shoulder. He simply wasn't saying what she wanted to hear -- that was that. 'It's too cold, Heronkit. Your little paws will freeze like icicles and break off if you step on the snow,' Vultureback meowed and eventually, Heronkit's eyes met his to find that there was a spark of amusement held in his wizened gaze. "Why is that funny to you? Anyways, I'm not little!" Heronkit cried out and scoffed, flicking her tail and some snow that had been blown into the nursery along with it. The only thing that Heronkit felt self-conscious about was her age. The cross-clanner did not like being looked down upon based on her age and being told what she couldn't or could do when changing her age was something completely out of her paws. It wasn't the fault of the kitten that her head was older than her body.

'Why don't I tell you a story?' Falconleap meowed and Heronkit cast a gaze at her mother that softened a little. Heronkit had a soft spot for her mother because she knew how hard it had been for her in pregnancy in StoneClan and how boring it must be for her to sit in the nursery day in and day out, caring for her young. The fuzzy mottled kitten gave her a tentative smile. "Sure," Heronkit meowed and padded towards her mother with legs that shook and wouldn't quite cooperate with her intentions. After she reached her mother, Heronkit's olive eyes gazed one last time at the icy world just out of her reach.

What's my number?