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Post by Skypaw on Jan 23, 2016 16:19:06 GMT -6
Doestrike . Skye hadn't spoken to her mother yet. In all honesty, she hadn't spoken to anyone, except herself that one time..But that was an accident. For all everyone else knew, the kitten simply couldn't speak. Not that she ever got the chance, her silent demeanour and perching green gaze didn't gift her with the most approachable outlook. In actual face, she came about as quite the opposite, and was truthfully rather similar to how others viewed her. However, it didn't faze her much, as she was an observer, a thinker. Though for now she was seeking company, familiarity. Call it companionship if you will. On still partially unsteady legs, the flame pelted feline trotted up to her mother, trying to look as happy and welcoming as she possibly could, unfortunately to no avail. Sighing, she sat down next to her mother and leaned against her soft warm pelt, closing her eyes and capturing the memory of her first full night in the nursery. It was hard when everyone around her seemed so happy, if not just for the sake of it. She found that she could only truly be happy or even optimistic when she truly had reason to. This confused her, putting her off slightly. Eventually, she gained the confidence to question Doestrike on this strange difference between her and everyone else.
"Mother?" she questioned, speaking in the queen's presence for the very first time. "Why am I different?"
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Post by Doestrike on Jan 24, 2016 10:39:08 GMT -6
The feline was asleep in her nest, though slightly aware of her child walking towards her on unsteady legs. The brown she-cat sighed in her sleep and smiled, at the dream she was having. Her eyes flickered open at her dark golden kit giving her an odd look, figuring it was just her making a face, she smiled at her, her aqua eyes scanning over her kit for any bruises, or bumps, or cuts. When her kit sat down next to her and leaned into her pelt, Doestrike sat up and licked the top of her kit's head. When Skykit spoke to her for the first time, a grin broke her smile and she licked the top of her head again, pride filling her chest.
"Skykit," She murmured, looking at her with a loving gaze, "everyone is different. Cloudclan made you this way for a reasons unknown. Perhaps you will turn out to be a great and wonderful warrior, able to fend of great enemies. Or perhaps you'll be the best hunter of your siblings, able to scent out and hear every little vole hiding in the brush." She purred, nosing the kits fluffy ears.
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Post by Skypaw on Jan 24, 2016 19:43:50 GMT -6
Skykit grumbled slightly as her mother's tongue caressed her head, swatting at her with as powerful a strike of her paw a kit could manage. But she didn't hit her, it's not that her aim was bad, it was more that she didn't want to. What was the point? It could make Doestrike angry with her, and the queen was the only one she could come and talk to. At the mention of fighting off great enemies and being the best hunter, a look of determination crossed her gaze. "Enemies? When I'm done with them, they'll wish they never left the nursery!" she meowed, lashing out with tiny sharp claws at an imaginary warrior. "And I'll be such a great hunter, I'll be able to catch Hawks all by myself!" With that said, she dropped into a crouch, prowling forward before pushing off powerful hindquarters and leaping as high as she could. Higher than most kits could, but as she grows, her leap might improve. With a satisfied mrrow she waddled back to her mother's side and pounced carefully on her tail, giving it a nip, but not enough to hurt the queen. "Take that Deathclanner!" she spat, remembering the stories she'd been told.
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Post by Doestrike on Jan 26, 2016 15:48:49 GMT -6
-oml, i forgot all about this thread -shot- sorry!-
Doestrike smiled at her kit and noticed how much Skykit was like her own self. Pride flared in her chest, and she licked the top of her kits head again.
"You'll be the most ferocious warrior. I know it." She purred, watching her tiny kit stalk towards an invisible target.
The kits hindquarters were rather strong, perhaps this was the grand making of a bird hunter. Who knew her future? Lost in thought, she didn't notice Skykit pouncing on her tail. With a purr of affection, she waved her tail in the air as a target for Skykit. Boy did she remind her of her old friends Skye.
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Post by Skypaw on Jan 26, 2016 23:22:58 GMT -6
Skykit smiled slightly at her mother's words, giving her a determined nod. She would make her mother proud,no matter what it took. She vowed this much. As her mother waved her tail around, it was all too tempting and she dropped into another crouched, pouncing and batting at it again, giving it small nips and swiped with her paws. Eventually she leapt up onto her mother's rump and hauled herself up onto her shoulders, batting gently at her ears before leaping to the ground and backing up, darting in to weave between the warrior's legs and swipe at her tail. She kept up with these blows for a bit before crouching at the ready, waiting for an attack to make its arrival.
(No prob. This was real short)
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Post by Doestrike on Jan 29, 2016 16:27:36 GMT -6
Doestrike smiled as her kit launched herself at her tail, batting a biting. Then, she felt Skykit launch herself onto her shoulders and batting at her ears. The brown she cat flicked her ears in response, smiling and laughing.
"Ah! Deathclan is attacking!" Doestrike exclaimed, playing with Skykit.
As Skykit jumped off, she stood up. The small kitten weaved in between her legs and batted at her tail. Doestrike crouched down and softly tapped her kits side, she didn't want to hurt her, just play.
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Post by Skypaw on Jan 29, 2016 21:07:57 GMT -6
Skykit lashed her tail in mock fury as her mother "slammed" her paw into her. Playing along, Skykit fell to the ground pretending she'd been knocked down. Fake hissing, she narrowed her eyes into a stony glare and struck out gently with one paw toward the queen's muzzle. She spat ferociously and latched her tiny jaws onto the warrior's paw that had her pinned, careful not to hurt it.
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Post by Doestrike on Jan 30, 2016 14:51:54 GMT -6
The fake hiss make her draw her paw in mock scare. She growled back, just playing and felt the battering of a paw on her muzzle. She reeled back, falling onto her back, nearly smiling. Her kit latched herself to her paw and she grinned.
"I've been beaten by a Deathclan warrior! Help me!" She cried, mock wriggling away from her 'attacker'.
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