H a l f k i t
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It's awfully drafty in the Nursery, she thought as she gazed out into the open land, though she couldn't be sure that that wasn't just her prey drive speaking, urging her to make up an excuse, any excuse, to run out and kill whatever was out there. After all, as her previous leader used to tell her constantly, she was a "terribly, horribly bloodthirsty cat of ill bloodlines." She turned her head to peer back at the other kits in the Nursery. Chestnutkit was the closest to her in age, and yet, she was so much bigger than even he. Was that something to be proud of, or something to be concerned about? She didn't know. Shrugging it off, she padded over to sit with the other kits.
W o l f s o u l
Tags: None / Assigned Mate: Heatherfrost / Apprentice: None
He hurried to camp, a mouse between his teeth. He knew that this morsel would probably go to a kit or to an elder, but a small part of him wished that he could just give it directly to Heatherfrost, even if only to find a reason to talk to her. He felt so shy around strangers and, as much as it saddened him to think about his own mate that way, that was essentially what Heatherfrost was to him - a stranger. He barely knew her at all; he didn't know if she was anything like him, or if she had differing life plans, or if she even liked him in the slightest. She could hate his guts, for all he knew. He couldn't consider his own feelings, however;
that wasn't clan cat thinking. Their leader must have had a reason for pairing them, and he would respect that. Still, he couldn't help but think about how things would've been different if he had been selected for a she-cat that he knew a little bit better. He dropped the mouse in the fresh-kill pile and sat back on his haunches, staring absently at it.
S i n g e d e y e s
Tags: None / Assigned Mate: Whitestrike / Apprentice: None
Wisps of her deep red fur ruffled in the wind as she felt her clanmates moving all around her. She wasn't too great at speaking, but she sure wouldn't mind being spoken to. It had been a while since she had enjoyed the presence of a good friend or acquaintance. Her head rose as she heard the movement of a very large cat. Ah, Halfkit. The tall mix was retreating farther into the Nursery. Although she didn't smell particularly sad, Singedeyes couldn't help but feel a little bad for her; she had heard the other little kits talking about how odd she was, so tall and full of energy and too eager to hunt. Her ears pricked up as she heard the sultry voice of Patchpelt:
P a t c h p e l t
Tags: None / Assigned Mate: Limeleaf / Apprentice: None
"Half-breed dung," he snarled to himself as he watched the freakishly large Halfkit in the Nursery. He shook out his ugly coat, shifting uncomfortably as he noticed Singedeyes eyeing him peculiarly. She was breathtaking to look at - save for her pale,
emotionless eyes - and he had heard great things about her, but he didn't feel like approaching to flirt after she possibly heard his remark. He stood up and moved. When he was a safe distance away, he sat down and surveyed the camp carefully, looking for strong cats that might be willing to bet on a fresh start. He wouldn't be able to dictate their loyalties just by looking at them,
he knew, but he still wanted to find some potential candidates. Candidates for what, he sometimes wondered. He would then answer: Candidates for cats that are willing to bet on a better, fresher start.
P a l e t i g e r
Tags: None / Assigned Mate: Sootnose / Apprentice: None
He sat, regally large, by the Warriors' Den, calm and somewhat bored. He craned his head to groom his white neck fur a little, before resuming looking at nothing in particular. It wasn't like there weren't other cats around to interact with. On the contrary, the clan had grown quite large. However, he always ended up being the awkward one in conversations somehow, being as dreadfully quiet as he was intimidating. He was snapped out of his thoughts by a sharp scent. Kittypet - AGAIN. Rising to his enormous paws with a thud, he made his way towards the stench, tail lashing. Although he had been scolded for the same intention before, he fully intended to kill this kittypet when he finally managed to get his claws on her. The one that always seemed to intrude on his clan's land was small, black, and...just, weird, with bulging golden eyes and ears that flopped forward like a filthy dog's. His clanmates had insisted there was no reason to eliminate this intruder, but she came around so often, always trying to catch their prey, that he almost felt obligated to finish things.
S i l h o u e t t e
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Her little head rose from the soft grass as she finally located the shrew she had lost for the fifth time, but in vain; in scurried out of view yet again. She shook her undersized, fuzzy body, making her ears flop. She tried to think, what would a wild cat do? They never shared their food, even when she asked kindly - what mean cats, they were! - but she knew that they always had tons of it. How did they manage to catch so much? They were bigger, for starters, and many of the ones that were successful were adults, while she was still only a kitten. Surely, though, she could be as good a huntress as any of them. The shiny golden bell on her pink collar jingled, giving away her location to the mouse she was targeting way before she could pounce it. She gave a small snarl of optimistic determination, even as her thin belly growled away, and she selected the next hopeless target.