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Turtlekit
Kit of RainClan

[attr="class","scroll"]"Be good!" was the parting admonishment following Turtlekit, as she bolted for the entrance to the nursery, and she called back just before diving through: "I will!"

Maybe.

After all, who could tell? Sometimes even if she started out with the full intent of being on her best behavior, things happened and sometimes- not always but, really, more often than not, she found herself in trouble and on the receiving end of another lecture about these cats were her Clanmates and how she should try harder to be nice to others. Like it was her fault those others were so easily offended by her, a kit.

But still. She didn't have any plans to disobey (she rarely did until the moment of mischief struck her) and so she slid from the reeds that made up the warm and cozy nursery bright-eyed and tail waving. It was a sunny day, a bit on the chilly side but not too bad with the sun shining down on the camp, and Turtlekit glanced around the camp in search of something to do that wouldn't get her in trouble; her gaze fell on a clump of moss, possibly discarded from bedding carried in, and her eyes flashed with excitement as she dropped to her belly and pounced with a squeak. She landed just short, her claws just brushing the shred of moss, and she skittered the last step forward, turning sideways and all but dancing on the tips of her toes around her 'prey.'

Here I am, this is me

There's nowhere else on Earth I'd rather be

★ ♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 ★

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[♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟]

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if i could begin to be
half of what you think of me
i could do about anything

RIVERKIT

6 moons // rainclan // kit

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he smell of rotting leaves carried on the wind up from the forests to the north, bringing with it a mulchy, almost sickly sweet aroma to the air. The river swelled and lulled in the early morning light, a dazzling array of sparkles dancing across its surface. The day looked like Greenleaf but very much smelled and felt like Leaf-fall. It was cold, even colder now that Leaf-bare was much closer, and nothing seemed able to chase away that overall atmosphere of looming despair as the hardest season approached. RainClan’s camp was shielded from the water by thick rushes, protecting wandering kits from tumbling clumsily into its depths. The fresh smell of fish overlaid the camp, an early haul brought back from a successful patrol.

With the hours of daylight receding, Lilygleam had started sending her kits out early to make the most of the brightest parts of the day. As a result, Riverkit was already up and about, with the taste of early morning fish still tingling on his tongue. A nice minnow snack- one of his all-time favourites! Tail held high in the air, he set about with his morning plot with bold determination. His mission? To build the biggest moss-tower RainClan had ever seen. Could he achieve it? Of course. Riverkit could do anything. He knew of a rock near the edge of camp with a growing supply of moss, fed by the water from the river. It would suit his purpose perfectly. Unsheathing his small white claws, Riverkit scraped moss from the rock and gathered it in a clump, carrying it into the centre of camp with a proud demeanour about him. The golden-brown eyes of Goldhawk followed him across the clearing, prompting a chuckle from the warrior. “I’ve never seen a kit work so hard before.” He purred with amusement as Riverkit trotted past with yet another bundle of moss. Riverkit purred through his bundle of moss, whiskers twitching with pride. It was only a moss tower, but hey, it was better than sitting around all day bored while Lilygleam waited for the sun to set so she could herd him back inside again.

The third time he returned to the moss pile, however, he found that he had an intruder. And not just an intruder, but a vandal, tearing apart his work! Riverkit dropped the bundle of moss he’d been carrying and stared in appalled amazement at Turtlekit, who was rolling around with his moss clutched in her paws. “H-Hey!” He meowed in dismay. “My tower!” He trotted over to her, his blue eyes round. “Turtlekit, I worked hard on that.” He complained, hurt and annoyance in his eyes.

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[attr="class","rivnotes"]notes Riverkit being a lil whiny boy.

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Turtlekit
Kit of RainClan

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Turtlekit had just pounced on the moss, battering it side to side with chirps of excitement, when the strident tones of another kit caught her attention. She jerked around to see Riverkit staring at her in dismay, another clump of moss at his paws. His tower? Blinking at him in confusion, Turtlekit eyed the bundle of moss she’d snagged the scrap from and then turned back to the other kit. “So?” she asked, callously, and flashed out a paw to rake her claws across the teetering ‘tower’, dislodging more moss.

“I thought it was some apprentice’s bundle of moss for bedding,” she offered in explanation. “How long have you been at it? It’s kind of a sorry pile. I could do better without even trying.” She sniffed, green eyes narrowing at the silver tabby kit. “This is a poor effort for ‘a lot of work.’ I guess it’s the best someone like you could do, though.” A pitying shake of her head, the glimmer of enjoyment at the taunting making her tail flick side to side, never stilling.

She only hesitated when her mother’s form appeared in the nursery entrance, blue eyes sliding Turtlekit’s way as if she somehow knew the kit was getting up to no good… “I’ll help you rebuild it. You’ll take forever doing it alone and I’ll make it better anyway.” She stared at Riverkit, dared him to protest as she swept up the scraps she’d already pulled down into a new pile.

Here I am, this is me

There's nowhere else on Earth I'd rather be

★ ♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 ★

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[♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟]

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if i could begin to be
half of what you think of me
i could do about anything

RIVERKIT

6 moons // rainclan // kit

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[attr="class","river-content"]iverkit was still trembling with indignation as Turtlekit pounced on his pile, further scattering his project across the ground. "So?" The tortie she-kit raised her head in defiance, proceeding to claw it deftly as though to deepen the wound. Riverkit's little jaw dropped open as if he couldn't believe she would dare do such a thing. "So? S-so don't ruin it!" He snapped, eyes flaring with fury, like blue fire. He hopped over and stood over it, planting all four paws defensively over the moss. In the process, he accidentally toppled more of the tethering pile onto the ground, but his point had still been made.

"I thought it was some apprentice's bundle of moss for bedding," Turtlekit began, but it came across less as an apology and more as scorn. Riverkit felt his muzzle and cheeks flushing with embarrassment at the perceived mockery of his work. "How long have you been at it? It’s kind of a sorry pile. I could do better without even trying." Oh no, definitely intentional mockery, not perceived. His fur bushed up like a little fluffy pinecone. "N-not long!" He lied, voice cracking with both anger and dismay. Truth be told, he'd been at that tower all morning and had been convinced it'd be taller than the reeds growing around camp by evening. "It- It just took a lot of work to get it to balance without some f-fishbrain knocking it over!" He snapped, though his eyes went a bit wide at the insult. He'd never really tried to hurt anyone's feelings before, even when upset. The swear felt foreign on his tongue.

"This is a poor effort for ‘a lot of work.’ I guess it’s the best someone like you could do, though." That one felt like a kick to the gut. His small, whiteish claws unsheathed and dug into the ground. "My mom used to be deputy, and my big brother is Silverstar! And I'm kin with Dewfrost, too!" He spat, wounded pride in his youthful voice. "I-I'll probably be a hundred times the apprentice you would be if all you can do is knock over moss!"

Turtlekit's swishing tail made his own tail lash in agitation, his whiskers quivering. ""This is a poor effort for ‘a lot of work.’ I guess it’s the best someone like you could do, though."" Turtlekit offered, though by the concerned queen standing at the nursery entrance, the offer wasn't a genuine one. "No!" He snapped, nudging Turtlekit away. "You'll only ruin it even more on purpose." He said sharply. Then, in a moment of revenge that was very unbecoming of Riverkit, he knocked over Turtlekit's pile in a single swipe. The green moss went even further than before, littering the clearing with fragments of green. As though suddenly realising just how mean that was, he backed away with round eyes. "Sorry, I-" He flattened his ears, shuffling his paws on the ground.

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[attr="class","rivnotes"]notes Cry-me-a-riverkit.

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