DuskClan | Closed

[WildlingQueen]

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Sᴛᴏʀᴍғʟɪɢʜᴛ & Lᴜɴᴀʀᴡɪɴɢ
Tᴏᴍ
30 ᴍᴏᴏɴs
Wᴀʀʀɪᴏʀ
Mᴀᴛᴇ: Lᴜɴᴀʀᴡɪɴɢ
Bʟᴜᴇ Pᴏɪɴᴛ Sɪᴀᴍᴇsᴇ
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Several minutes passed and the kits were born. Lunarwing purred affectionately as they struggled forward, her tongue rasping along their fur. "Stormflight can come in now." she meowed, glancing up at Snowstripe. Snowstripe nodded "They are all healthy." he meowed, resting his tail on her shoulder before turning to the exit. Outside the nursery, Stormflight was sitting vigil, his eyes scanning the clearing anxiously. "You may come in now." Snowstripe meowed. Stormflight leapt to his paws and squeezed in through the den entrance, his pelt brushing the edges. The warm scent of milk overwhelmed him, but even more overwhelming was the sight of his beautiful kits. He rushed over to Lunarwings side, rasping his tongue along her ear as the three kits squeaked and yowled for food. "Two toms and a she-kit." Snowstripe purred. Glancing back down at the kits "I'll fetch her some borage and then she will be set." he meowed softly, turning to squeeze through the exit. "What are we naming them?" he asked softly, curling himself around his mate. "The little silver faced one I want to name Foxkit, look at the way her fur tufts out.." she started, glancing back towards the fire pointed tom with longer hair "And this one will be Oakkit." she purred. Stormflight rested his tail on the last toms head "This little one I'd like to call Thistlekit, if you're okay with that." he meowed. Lunarwing nodded to him, resting her head on her paws "They are perfect." she meowed as she drifted off to sleep.

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Fᴏxᴋɪᴛ
Sʜᴇ-ᴄᴀᴛ
0 ᴍᴏᴏɴs
Kɪᴛ
Cʀᴜsʜ: Nᴏɴᴇ
Mᴀᴛᴇ: Nᴏɴᴇ
Gʀᴇʏ Tᴀʙʙʏ Sɪᴀᴍᴇsᴇ
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Foxkit struggled against her brother as Thistlekit shoved his paw into her face. The warm scent of milk comforted her but a rumbling in her stomach made her squeak in shock and pain. With her tiny claws, she swatted at Thistlekit's paw, a small angry mewl escaping her throat. Thistlekit moved his paws, but seemed to be blocking off Oakkit from the yowls she heard. The world felt dark but there was a comfort in the silence and the dull breathing of her mother.

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Tʜɪsᴛʟᴇᴋɪᴛ
Tᴏᴍ
0 ᴍᴏᴏɴs
Kɪᴛ
Cʀᴜsʜ: Nᴏɴᴇ
Mᴀᴛᴇ: Nᴏɴᴇ
Gʀᴇʏ & Wʜɪᴛᴇ Tᴀʙʙʏ
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Thistlekit fought his way to his mother, her sweet scent drawing him closer, his stomach yowling with disapproval as he slunk forward. He felt Foxkit's claws slash his arm, but he just let out a soft mewl and continued pushing her back. When he finally moved, he turned to push Oakkit away 'sounds. sound are good. mom's sounds are good.' he thought. He longed to hear his mothers soft tone again, his fathers calming voice, but all way silent except the noisy kits in the other nest.

[toxic emotions]

thistlekit gives me lyfe. any cat with prefix thistle is my spirit animal))

[WildlingQueen]

(I love the prefix Thistle! <3)

[toxic emotions]

SAME omg, idek why I just do.))

[Olivesaurus]

Sandstar quickly turned and left, lashing her tail as soon as the loner was out of sight. Her eyes were narrowed with frusteration. She didn't want anymore cats. Yet she couldn't say no as much as she tried.

[toxic emotions]

Fallenpaw ; grey tiger tabby ; molly ; apprentice ; tagged: Sandatar

"So.. Shall we continue?" Fallenpaw piped up as she caught p alongside her mentor. She tried to change the subject to keep boh their minds off the loner. A loner who was going to be joining their clan. She wasn't fond of that idea. They had enough as it is, and Falenmpaw wondered how her clanmates would react this time.

[Olivesaurus]

Sandstar nodded. "Yes, let's hunt before the sun goes down." It was already getting late, and soon it would be night. The leader spotted a mouse and flicked her tail to her apprentice. "Go get it." She whispered.

[toxic emotions]

Fallenpaw ; grey tiger tabby ; molly ; apprentice ; tagged: Sandstar ;

As soon as Fallenpaw ran her blue gaze over the small rodent, she flattened herself into a crouch. Long, low, and slow strides were taken as she approached the prey in dead silence. She remembered to lower her tail, which flicked just slightly. She was getting painfully closer, and at this point Fallenpaw was unsure whether to pull herself closer or just going in for the kill already. The grey tabby watched as the mouse sat up, ears perked as it became acutely aware of its surroundings, and at the same moment it began to turn its head towards her, Fallenpaw bolted forward to snap it's spine as she landed atop of it. Her blue eyes brighter and she looked to her mentor for approval.

[deftonesly]

(Sorry for the lack of response, I had to do some stuff. Hey, it wouldn't be the first time. Example being Squirrelflight and Brambleclaw... they are about a years difference. Also Stubbytail is more mature than a normal yearling cat)

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Sᴛᴜʙʙʏᴛᴀɪʟ
Tᴏᴍ
12 ᴍᴏᴏɴs
Wᴀʀʀɪᴏʀ
Cʀᴜsʜ: Nᴏɴᴇ
Mᴀᴛᴇ: Nᴏɴᴇ
Mᴀʀʙʟᴇᴅ Oʀᴀɴɢᴇ Tᴀʙʙʏ
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Stubbytail rolled his eyes as he walked after her, ignoring the whack of her tail. "Ah, so your specialty is sunning?" he meowed, trotting to catch up with her. He glanced at her, his ear flicking forward.

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Fogmist
female
warrior
heterosexual
age; 24 moons
location; DuskClan camp - just outside the warriors' den
crush/ mate; none yet!
tags; Stubbytail
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Ignoring him and his sarcastic little comment, the mostly-white she-cat ducked out of camp and into the lush greenery of the forest. Without a sound, she peeled off to her right, heading away from the tom to see what could be found. She slid into a hunting crouch, keeping her ears pricked and tail just above the leaf mold below. Her attentive, wide blue eyes took in everything around her, and before long, she scented out a squirrel.
Fogmist licked her lips, but reminded herself that she would not be able to eat what she caught today - her catches went to the Clan. She was fairly new to DuskClan, so there were many things she often forgot.. and not being selfish with her food was one of those things.
The wiry female inched forward until she caught sight of the russet-hued animal, nibbling on the nuts from a beech tree. Fogmist knew that her pelt stood out clear as day, so she slipped under a bramble bush to wait for the moment to strike. The squirrel hadn't seen nor smelled her yet, and when it grew close enough, Fogmist lunged forward from her hiding spot.
But, as usual, she missed! The squirrel shrieked and leaped out of Fogmist's path, so when the mostly-white she-cat landed on her face, she had nothing to show for her efforts.

[Olivesaurus]

Sandstar smiled and meowed,"Great catch! You're doing very well at hunting." The she-cat blue eyes glowed and she scented the air for their next kill.