by Kara Danvers » Fri May 04, 2018 4:38 pm
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Username;;Kara Danvers
Cat Name;; Redbriar
Gender;; Tom
Age;;25 moons
Clan;; SquallClanRank;;Warrior
How They Interact With Kits wrote:Redbriar glanced uneasily over at Galestar, his bright amber eyes wide with a panic that the leader had never seen before exhibited. Galestar had stood side by side with Redbriar facing down an angry badger, but even then the ginger coated warrior had seemed more at ease. The tabby leader could not help but grin at the sight of the large warrior huddled against the wall in the back corner of the clan nursery, eyes wide and focused on two squirming little bundles cuddled up next to a long furred she-cat. Redbriar was focused intently on the newborn kits and paid Galestar's grin no mind. This was not the warrior's first encounter with kits, he had seen some of the older ones bounding around camp, and while at his fearsome size it seemed hard to believe, the warrior was once a kit himself, though this was different. The kits before him were smaller than his paws, so tiny and fragile that Redbriar felt that if he even breathed too hard they would be hurt. The warrior's overcoming need for caution was what drove him to the back of the nursery, afraid that he might hurt one of the newborns. If it was up to Redbriar, he wouldn't have entered the nursery at all, instead, he would have done as he always did and wait until the kits were apprentices before getting to know them, at least once they reached that age they were mostly sturdy. The reason the young warrior was in the nursery was that one of his best friends from kithood was the queen, these were her kits. If anyone could get Redbriar to do something it was her, a result of a childhood crush that had never gone away. While Redbriar was not the father, unfortunately, his feelings were unrequited, he still wanted to be there for his friend. This rule of friendship even applied to kits, though Redbriar would much rather have waited outside.
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Story They'd Tell a Kit wrote:"Woah there little one," Redbriar called loudly to the bumbling ball of fur. The young warrior was in the clan camp watching one of his friend's kits, she had asked him to take the young kit out of the nursery for a little while so that it's sibling could get some rest, having unfortunately come down with a cough. Redbriar was hesitant when it came to kits, but when his friend flashed those green eyes, he was helpless to say no. That was why the large ginger pelted warrior could be seen chasing after the tiny bundle of fur that bounced around asking questions about everything and wanting to talk to everyone. While cats had been nice at first, the young kit tended to attract a positive reaction, after five questions, even the kindest cat wanted a break, leaving Redbriar to try to redirect the kit's attention.
"How about you come right over here and I'll uh..I'll tell you a story." He exclaimed softly, gesturing with a flick of his long ginger tail for the kit to come over to where Redbriar was standing beneath one of the few trees located within the camp. The kit perked up at the sound of a story and quickly rushed over, tripping over its paws as it did so and coming to a falling stop against Redbriar. "Sorry," The kit squeaked up at him. Redbriar shrugged off the bump and proceeded to mentally scramble for a story.
Deciding on the only real story he knew, the legend of Smoking Marsh, Redbriar began his tale. "A long time ago, back when SquallClan was just founded, the great leader Squallstar was out with a group of warriors patrolling the recently established borders. As the party came towards the eastern border, they noticed a mysterious fog rolling out from beyond the treeline. Curious, the group went beyond the border to find the source of the fog. Every cat was shocked at the sight awaiting them, a large outstretched marsh with a layer of fog rolling atop it and a very large and very mysterious hollow tree sitting a couple feet off the bank. Stranger still, a platform sat suspended inside the tree. Squallstar, despite being leader was still quite young, and so she could not help but indulge in that youthful urge to explore. Using her notoriously long and sharp claws, Squallstar climbed her way up the side of the tree, finally arriving on the platform. No cat knows exactly what she met up on that platform, all any cat does know is that when her paws touched the wood a loud yowl echoed out and when Squallstar finally rejoined the party on the bank, she had lost one of her lives. Squallstar has since passed away to be in StarClan, though legend still tells that if a cat goes to Smoking Marsh with the intention of climbing the great tree, Squallstar's ghost will appear on the platform, a warning sign for all her clan."
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Kara Danvers on Thu May 24, 2018 2:51 am, edited 2 times in total.
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