Username: nindroidzane
Cat Name: Waspkit
Gender: Nonbinary (they/them)
Rank: Kit
Clan: FrostClanAge: 4 moons
Which kit?: 1
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Prompt 1:Anybody would've thought someone had committed
murder with the way Horsefly's shriek of fear had echoed around the camp. Heck, it probably travelled farther than that - it was almost a surprise he hadn't been mauled or something.
But no, it had just been Waspkit (again).
Apparently they'd attacked Horsefly's, ah... horsefly, and began gnawing on it with their pointy little teeth right in front of him.
Everybody had kind of had the impression that Horsefly and the horsefly had hated each other - although admittedly, they weren't sure whether he was screaming
for the horsefly, or whether he was just terrified that the kit had managed to "murder" it right before his eyes.
A terrifying thought, really. Horseflies could best most any cat - other than Waspkit, apparently. Which was extra funny after they'd bested Horsefly - the cat - as well.
Well, extra funny to everyone but Horsefly. He was just mad they'd killed his horsefly!
Err, he was mad because a
kit had managed to defeat a little insect that he himself had stood no match against. And because everyone was making fun of him for it.
And then, in the end, he was mad that Waspkit hadn't actually managed to kill the horsefly - and in hindsight, maybe they'd never intended to. Because the way they released it from their tiny claws, once Horsefly had leaned down to give them a half anxious, half angry scolding, had looked very deliberate.
And few cats missed the tiny smirk on their face as Horsefly ran screaming from the horsefly once again.
Prompt 2:Nobody believed Horsefly when he ran into camp one day, crying about a kitten attacking him out by the lake. Not that they didn't believe he'd be bested by a tiny kit - they just didn't see how one would've possibly gotten that far on its own without freezing or being spotted on the way.
It took a lot of convincing, and Spiderbite's vague amusement, for anybody to go check it out with him. Which is to say, only Spiderbite went with him. And she was mildly surprised to find out that there really was a kitten standing out by the lake, glaring down into it like it had just swallowed their prey.
And sure enough, they tried to attack Spiderbite when she'd approached - alone, since Horsefly wasn't "taking any chances".
They
did put up a bit of a fight... but they were still just a fiesty little thing. The most they'd landed on her were pinprick scratches, and teeth marks so small she could've blamed them on fleas.
Getting them home was a different story. It was a struggle the whole way - especially without a certain somebody's help - and she was practically wrestling them by the time they stumbled into camp.
She was quite happy to leave the furball with the queens - who reportedly found them "weirdly aggressive" and "kind of violent for such a little thing". Which probably explained why Horsefly had volunteered for so many out of camp hunting patrols lately.
Well. She was sure the queens would be able to handle it.
...Along with all the other kits they were already dealing with.
At least someone'd had the sense to hire two of them.
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Cat Name: Cloverkit
Gender: nb (she/they)
Rank: Kit
Clan: FrostClanAge: 4 moons
Which kit?: 2
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Prompt 1: If Cloverkit could own a car, and hopefully drive it, it would be a blue one! Blue like the sky, when it greeted them each morning - they were very much a morning cat! - and like their favourite flowers. Blue was probably one of their favourite colours - if not their number one favourite colour - and driving under the bright blue sky, which would reflect right off of their bright blue car, even though they were the same colour so it wouldn't really look like it, would be a dream come true! A blue car in general would be a d̶r̸e̶a̸m̵ ̷c̴o̴m̶e̷
Obviously, if Cloverkit could pick their own car colour, it would be a yellow one. No - a golden one would be much cooler. And making the car cooler would be one of their top priorities! What would all the other kits think, if they were driving around in a dull, yellow, uncool car? The rest of them would probably be driving circles around them in their silver, and gold, and black cars, with the windows down, and the roofs down, and their cool music blasti̵̞̅n̴̫̓g̷̞͋ ̴͕̚l̴̟̍o̷̟̊ų̴̑ḑ̴͌ȩ̶͐r̶̩͊ ̶͖͌t̸̀ͅḥ̵̊a̸̙͝n̵͙̿
Cloverkit would probably pick a black car, if they had the choice. It would be pretty simple looking, but still pretty cool - plus, it would perfectly match their fur! Colour coordination was always something Cloverkit had enjoyed, so that would be a big bonus. They always liked to wear flowers, for example, in the perfect complementary shades of blue - oh, maybe a blue car would be nice, to match the flowers! Or maybe a golden car, to match their piercings, or even white to match the rest of̸̭̊͐ ̸̨̫̿h̸͎̙̽ẹ̴̰̏̊r̴̥̾ ̸̧̊f̷̮̣̆̓ū̷͎́r̵̝̆̋,̴̯̳̀́ ̴̜̐ơ̴̡̮̍r̵̦͑̑Cloverkit isn't sure they'd like a car at all. They're... more of a walker.
Prompt 2:Moon swore she'd seen this kit at least a dozen times before she'd managed to bring them home. She even swore she'd
caught them at least once or twice, but they'd just... vanished, right before her eyes. There one moment, gone the next. As though she'd blinked them right out of existence. Once, they'd even blipped right out of her jaws, mouth agape where an icy scruff had once been.
And so surely anybody could see why she was so suspicious of them.
Well, apparently not, since nobody seemed to take it seriously. Everyone seemed quite used to orphaned kittens showing up to the middle of the tundra, out of the blue - which was suspicious in and of itself, but nobody ever listened to
her. But this one was different, somehow. And it wasn't just that strange vanishing trick they'd pulled when they'd first showed up - no, they'd been doing more and more weird things since she'd successfully smuggled them into the nursery. It started with the... teleporting, if that was something that was even possible. They'd "teleported" all around camp - which was to say, they'd gotten places any of the other kits could have gotten to, reasonably. But always a little too fast... and Moon already
knew they could do
something like that, from whatever had been going on out in the empty snow.
It only got worse. They would "flicker" randomly, barely visibly. Moon almost could have been convinced it was just a trick of the light, if it weren't for everything else. A tiny paw would shift oddly, maybe disappear for half a second... she was sure nobody else had noticed. Nobody else watched this closely.
There was one thing everybody had noticed, though - fortunately for her sanity. It was the odd way the kit would speak sometimes, almost as though they had forgotten they'd just answered your question, or they were replying to a completely different conversation altogether... whether that be a past one or a future one. Moon had run a few tests - she was practically glued to this kits side at this point - making sure to remember any conversations they'd had, and to meticulously plan out conversations they'd have later. The results had been eerily conclusive. Not that anybody actually believed
that part of it - they thought the poor thing just had amnesia or something - but
Moon knew the tests were conclusive, and at this point, it was about all she had going for her. So... it counted as somewhat of a win.
Now she just had to get the little scrap to quit calling her "mother" and maybe she'd get somewhere with this.
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Cat Name: Otterkit
Gender: Male
Rank: Kit
Clan: FrostClanAge: 4 moons
Which kit?: 3
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Prompt 1: From the outside, it could be hard to tell if Otterkit was feeling down, or if he was just being... well, just being Otterkit. One of his favourite pastimes was, after all, staring off thoughtfully into space, contemplating who-knows-what most days and nights.
But there are a few signs to look out for, once you know him well.
The glazed over look in his eyes - there's a subtle difference in what lays behind it. When he's feeling himself, you can almost see the thoughts sparkling and dancing just beyond the surface, his weird imagination obviously at work.
On the bad days, it almost looked empty within his eyes. The stony silence in his gaze was all that he left behind, wherever his mind might be travelling to. His posture was always nearly identical, no matter how he felt. You had to look for the slouch, the tugging little smile on his muzzle, his tail tucked just a bit too tight, the merry twitch of an ear now and then, if you ever wanted an idea of what he was feeling.
That is, unless he began to speak. His words, his tone of voice - that usually was a dead giveaway all on its own.
The voice almost wasn't his own, as if he didn't hold any of the feelings the words he spoke carried. His tone was always low and dull, and his face matched with the blankest expression any of the Clan had ever seen on a kit.
They try to help him out of it each time, of course - tell him that he doesn't have to shut down, that he can open up to them. And sometimes he does. But no matter how he feels about it afterwards, he always defaults back the next time something goes awry. Back to a blank face, blank voice, blank eyes. As if he blinks out of existence, just for a short time - and then, never too long after, he's back to his quietly bubbly self. Almost like he's forgotten he'd ever been upset in the first place.
Prompt 2:When Littlefog found a stoic, seemingly aimless kit wandering the edges of the dead wood, she hadn't been too surprised. It hadn't been the first time, after all - she'd been meeting ghosts on the fringes of the trees since she'd been a little kitten herself. At least one of those ghosts had been a kitten - she wouldn't have been at all surprised to discover more of them.
And so it came as a bigger surprise when she found out the kit actually
wasn't a ghost. Just a lone kit, wandering the barren fields of snow, right near about the worst place a kit all on their own could find themselves on their territory. (Ignoring that she'd been there plenty times herself at that age.)
He hadn't looked too weathered, either. They did have a
couple kittens stumble their ways up here every once in a while - but it wasn't usually this far, and they always looked much worse for wear.
This kit just looked... delighted to see her. And not a "thank you for rescuing me, kind stranger!" type of delight, either. Almost the kind of face her mother would make when she came across an old friend.
It freaked her out a bit, to be honest. But she wasn't about to leave some orphan out in the snow on their own, so she'd taken him straight home to warm up.
Maybe it was a mistake?
This kit knew
a lot. A strange amount for his age. And some of her Clanmates would probably find it pretty rich that she, of all cats, thought somebody else was strange, but he was just... on a different level.
When she'd showed up with him, he'd known practically every cat in the Clan's name already. By the next morning, when cats came to greet him in the nursery, he hadn't known a single one.
One night, he'd described his parents to her - what luck! Perhaps they could reunite him with his family. But the moon couldn't have moved more than a whisker through the sky before he'd forgotten, just when she'd gone to fetch her mother. He didn't even seem to remember having parents.
He'd known more about Minkpaw's past than
she had - but it was gone before she could ask more than a couple questions. Once, for an entire day, he'd somehow known how to hunt better than even their best hunters. His skill was gone by nightfall.
Littlefog found him very odd. He looked like any other kit - maybe a tad sweeter, with his goofy little smile and his endless questions to the queens.
Often, they were questions nobody knew the answer to.
Frighteningly often, they were questions he'd once answered for Littlefog himself.
Username: nindroidzane
Cat Name: Snowkit
Gender: Female
Rank: Kit
Clan: FrostClanAge: 4 moons
Which kit?: 4
Do you want an apprentice ref?: it'd be funny if I said no on the last one but yes please
Prompt 1: Snowkit, in everyone's opinion, would probably be a hummingbird. She's just a sweet little thing, skipping from flower to flower and gently touching her nose to each one. It's actually a bit surprising how many flowers she manages to find, given that most don't last long in the snow. And while they do stick out like a sore paw in the relatively bleak landscape, it's not as though she can
see that.
But perhaps that's just the hummingbird instinct in her heart - the fluttering, skittering energy drawing her to each little flower, wilting or otherwise, so she may gently
bap her nose against its frail petals. She'd even been found adorned in the lovely little plants. If she were a hummingbird... well, it would probably make little difference to who she was now. Other than the whole being a bird part, anyway.
Prompt 2:At first, Bandit had thought the little grey kit he'd found wandering the ice and snow was blind. She'd certainly seemed that way, from how she bumped into every pine and stumbled over each lump of snow. His heart ached for the poor thing - and he couldn't help but picture his own two little bundles of fur in her position. Needless to say, he'd scooped her up right then and there and taken her back to the camp.
It hadn't taken very long for her to worm her way into his heart. It was hardly a few sunrises before he felt that he had
three children - and he loved them all the same. And to make his heart even warmer, Lily had told him she felt the same way - and just like that, it was as if Snowkit was their very own, brand new daughter.
But after a few more sunrises, he'd noticed something a little odd about the kitten. She couldn't see him right in front of her - that much was pretty clear. She tended to stumble over her new siblings when they played, and walk straight into Lily when she was called.
It was just that something was slightly off about it. Bandit had seen plenty of blind cats in his day - mostly in his more recent days, with the leader and whatnot. And Snowkit... well, she didn't have quite the same look in her eyes. It was almost as if she was looking at something, clear as day. It just... wasn't what was right in front of her.
And he'd come to find out, more or less, that she sort of
was looking at something.
Now, he wasn't quite sure
exactly what she was seeing. Or if it was even consistent. From what she described to him, day by day, it sounded about as consistent as the winds in a snowstorm. Which is to say... they didn't sound very consistent at all.
One day she saw cities, the next day a beach - of course, he had to interpret all of that. The little kit didn't know what cities and beaches were, after all.
But, whatever it was, it wasn't here. It wasn't snow, or glass-clear sky, or... well, sometimes it was cats, but he was fairly sure it wasn't
these cats.
Bandit wasn't sure what to make of it. He still loved her with all of his heart, of course - along with the rest of his little family - but he just wasn't sure... what was up with her. She
seemed happy, and mostly involved with what was happening directly around her. She sought out flowers, and played with her siblings, and to someone just meeting her, nothing would seem wrong.
But occasionally, she would just stare at nothing. It was a peculiar thing. He'd snuck into a "theater" once, back in the city (the snack haul had been fantastic), and her face almost seemed akin to the faces of the Twolegs, watching the events playing out on their large, strange screen. She wasn't there, wasn't gone - she was just... watching something else for a while. Invested in events she was far removed from.