The Trees and the Birds

[Cloud of Diamonds]

OOC: Role players: Wolf, Glowy, Skyy, Thistle, Others
Characters: Swallowpelt, Crowkit, Willowkit, Elmkit, Others

Status: Open because Elmkit has gone outside, and can now meet any cat strolling through camp.

(It's entitled the trees and the birds because Willow+Elm=tree types, and Swallow+Crow=birds. K?)

In real time, the kits are around four weeks old. Their capabilities are described on this link. www.boutiquekittens.com/Kitten-Development.206.0.html Just scroll down to week four. This is particularly important for the roleplayers of the kits.

And thus I begin!

IC: It had around a moon since the large gray che-cat had become a mother. About four exhausting quarter moons with her evergrowing-larger sons and daughter, cooped up in the nursery. Though Swallowpelt had to admit she would've liked to be outside sometimes, there were a few advantages to being a queen. As the only kits in the nursery, they considered it solely their territory, and had recently taken to play-attacking any cat who entered, even their father, who'd come to see them a few times. Her mate had taken it well, considering his children were competing to see which one of them could climb the highest up his fur. Swallowpelt had grimaced in apology, but hadn't been able to restrain a smile when Otterfur gently shook them off, and they fell with sqeaks of protest to the nursery floor. Now, they were asleep, but the PineClanner didn't expect that to last long. All of them were energetic, as she supposed kits will be, but it was a real trial to get them to calm down. And of course, they were often hungry. But I still love them, thought Swallowpelt. Though is it because I must as their mother, or because I truly want to? Anxiously she searched her own feelings. Yes, she did love them, in spite of the inconveniences they caused. And of course, there existed a small glow of pride that she had mothered the first PineClan-born kits. Yes, she, grumpy, scarred Swallowpelt. It almost seems funny, she mused, laughing at herself somewhat.

OOC: Soooo...now the kits can wake up. ?

[glowlynose]

"Moooooooooom! Mom, mom, are you awake mom? Wanna play a game, mom?" Crowkit bounced around the nursery with a huge grin on his face. He had just woken up from a brief nap, and was consequently filled to the brim with infectuous energy. His eyes were darting this way and that, trying to zero in on an object to play with, whether it be his mother's tail, ear, or a sibling. "Isn't today just so fantastic? Ooh, can I go outside? I wanna go outside!" A squeal of excitement burst from the little tom-kit's tiny throat. He'd climbed on his mom's side! He'd gotten all the way up, with no help!

"Hey mom, d'you see me? I'm on your back, mom! I did it all by myself, too! Mooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooom, look at meeeee," Crowkit squeed in glee. He was now batting at Swallowpelt's ears. One of his siblings made a small sound in their sleep, which snapped his attention from Swallowpelt's ears to the sleping forms of his siblings. He wiggled his haunches a few times before springing down on the silver and brown clumps of sleeping fluff. An even bigger grin broke across his face when he realized that now his brother and sister would wake up. They could go outside and have adventures together!

[skyy]

Ooc: I am so out of practice. -kills self | Sorry everyone. D:

Bic://
A whole moon came and gone and everything had changed or at least for a Willowkit it did. At first all the little kit had known was the scent of her mother’s milk, but then she started to recognize the scent of a tom, that was not her siblings. It was her father, who came to visit them and their mother almost every day.
Now Willowkit could open her eyes and she was always getting into trouble. She had come to love visits from other cats and seeing her father made her heart skip a beat. She loved to hear stories from her mother about the clan and what set them apart from all the rest. Most of all Willowkit loved to sleep to dream of places she has not been, but has heard of from the tales.
She imagined the warriors of PineClan she has not met, but how they were described to her and her being a warrior with her brothers. Like now Willowkit twitched in her sleep as the dream of running through the PineClan forest with her siblings unfolded before her. She felt the wind on her face and her breathing was normal, but she did not question why. The ground was soft under her paws and the forest was turning color, just like the camp in the waking world. Willowkit stopped running beside a tree root to play in the leaves with a gleeful smile. Her brother, Crowkit, suddenly squealed with pure joy in the dream, but the scream forced Willowkit to open her eyes. The scream was not in the dream, but in the waking world with Crowkit climbing on mother with pure joy. A little bit irritated with Crowkit, Willowkit looked up at him with narrowed eyes.
She closed her eyes and moaned as sleep would not come back to her. Before she knew it she felt sometime on her back and with one peeking eye she say Crowkit.
“Not everyone is a morning type of cat,” she hissed with a teasing tone at her brother. No matter how much Crowkit could annoy her she could never stay mad with him too long. Willowkit prepared to sprang at Crowkit, who was determined to wake up the whole camp with his loud squealing.
Willowkit rolled away and hissed playful at Crowkit with sparkling gray eyes. Her tail lashed back in forth as she dared him to come forward.

[thistle.]

The young tabby blinked open slightly unfocused eyes and let out an enormous yawn. His littermate - Crowkit - had quite impressive lungs. Elmkit's pleasant dream of rolling around in the fresh-kill pile had been quite loudly interrupted by the black tom's squeals. He stretched, and once his tired muscles were activated once more, he leapt up and mewed noisily but good-natured, "Shuddup, Crowkit, or I'll squash you." He flashed his brother a snarky grin and lolled onto his back, keeping one blue eye on his siblings to watch them. Hopefully, they'd start a little mock-fight and Elmkit could have some early morning entertainment. Then he'd join in himself; the boisterous kitten loved mock-fights.

Of course, meanwhile he could have some fun with his mother. "You better watch out, mum, 'cause there's a furry monster headin' your way," he said, crouching low and wriggling his body closer to his mother. He let out a fierce growl (well, fierce by kit-standards) and dived toward Swallowpelt's tail. Short whiskers bristling exuberantly, the tom grappled with her tail and fastened his mouth around it gently. However rough he may be at times, he always took care to not pierce his Clan mates' pelts with his needle-sharp teeth. But of course, there was nothing stopping him from biting them. "'Ey mum, I 'aught a very 'ummy mou'e!"
Elmkit had never tasted mouse yet, but judging from the delicious smells that always wafted from the fresh-kill pile, it must be good.

ooc: My muse stinks. ;c

[Cloud of Diamonds]

OOC: I love Elmkit. He almost sounds like he has a Cockney accent, though you'd have to ask Rolo.

The large gray she-cat laughed and groaned in equal measure as her children woke and her sons seemed to think she was a tree. Crowkit on her back, his high-pitched mewling piercing her ears like a birdcall. She winced slightly as he batted at her scarred gray ear. And now Elmkit was attacking her tail. Somecat help me, she felt like moaning. But she managed to put a smile on her face as she watched her boisterous kits playing. "Yes, Crowkit, you can go outside. But you can't leave camp, and Willowkit or Elmkit has to go with you. And if any cat tells me you got under their paws, you're in here for a quarter moon!" Her mew was stern, but her green eyes were light-humored. "Willowkit, I see you. Two kits on me is quite enough, thanks. Perhaps you can let off some of your energy by accompanying Crowkit outside." Her gaze finally turned to her tabby son. Luckily her fur was thick enough that she couldn't feel his teeth too much, but she knew that sometimes went further than just holding things in his jaws. "Mmm, I wasn't aware my tail had turned into prey, Elmkit. It'll be quite a while before you're ready to eat mouse, young fellow."

[thistle.]

ooc: x3 hehe ~

bic:

Jumping away from his mother's tail as though he'd been hit, Elmkit mewed in ecstatic delight, "Yess! Thanks, mum! See ya later!" He spat out some fur - it wasn't exactly a gooey hairball, but it was close - and sped out of the nursery exit. He called over his shoulder, "C'mon, Crowkit, Willowkit! Last one to the warriors' den is a rotten - oof!" His stubby legs stumbled beneath him and he quickly leapt back up again, determined to have a fun time in camp with the warriors and apprentices. Not like there'd be many, with leaf-bare approaching and the prey level falling, but perhaps there would be a soft-hearted she-cat that would be willing to show him a few battle techniques. They were easy to win over; just flash them a look through large, hopeful-and-cute eyes. How he'd tell them this strategy without also informing his mother, he didn't know yet.

But the way she had given him and his littermates instructions sounded like she herself wasn't going out to watch them. Elmkit skidded to a stop and pondered for a minute, letting his siblings catch up if they were following. If this were true... "Yippee! We're free, we're free!" He whirled around, whiskers quivering madly, and whispered excitedly, "Let's sneak out as soon as we can, 'kay? 'Fore some dingbatted cat comes along and tells us that we're not allowed." The brown tabby didn't even paused to check on whether or not his mother was listening.

[[.___Paije] !]

OoC//
Yo, Wolf gave me permission to join on in with Swallowpelt's sister, Sootstorm. >O

BiC//
It was such a delight. Sootstorm was an actual aunt now. Ever since Swallowpelt had her wonderful, and adorable litter of kits. Unfortunately the grey she-cat had been far too busy to even bother to come and see her own nieces and nephews! What a shame. Padding ever so carefully, she continued onto the nursery. She had some free time; she wanted to spend as much time with her young kin as possible. The grey warrior allowed her head to enter into the nursery, with the comforting scents of PineClan, kits, and milk wafting about. It felt truly like as if it were her den. "Swallowpelt?" she purred lightly, penetrating into the den fully to trot over to her gentle sister. "How are things going, sis?" she murmured, rasping her tongue over her kin's ear. "Where are all your little ones?" she asked, purring softly.


OoC//
Sorry it's so bad. D<
Haven't rp'd in foreverrr.

[glowlynose]

Crowkit's jaw dropped open, forgetting its previous captive completely. Mother had agreed to let him go outside, and Willowkit was already out the door! Now they could go have a real adventure just like dad did all the time! A squee of delight erupted from his core and he dashed up to his mother's face. She looked like she needed a happyboost, so he took it upon himself to lick her nose. It always made him happy when he got licked anywhere on his face.

"Thanks mom! We'll be safe, I promise! I'll keep an eye on those troublemakers for ya," he mewed with a conspiratorial wink at the queen who was no doubt growing tired with the black ball of fluff in her face. He glanced around a few times then made a mad dash toward the entrance to the outside world, bowling his brother over in the process. "Oops. Sorry Elmkit."

"StarClan, it's bright out here!" Crowkit mewled this blasphemous exclamation at the top of his tiny little lungs when he stepped out into the sunny PineClan camp. He'd heard the warriors muttering things about "StarClan" and "ridiculous" and "stupid FogClanners, think they know everything" through the walls of the nursery, and from what he'd gathered this "StarClan" seemed to be a pretty powerful thing to say. It only made sense for him to say it. He had no idea what sort of majorly bad thing that was to do. After he regained his vision, he pounced on his sister and began to wrestle with her.

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[thistle.]

SKYY COME BACK! :c
By the way, guys, I made a family photo because I was bored and all... ;3

[skyy]

Ooc:
Sorry I have been gone. I had something things come up and I just not have been myself lately.


Ic://
Willowkit flicked her tail in annoyance at her brother, Crowkit. Her eyes became thin slits as the sunlight came down onto the camp. The sun did not offer much warmth on her pelt, but just knowing she was outside was enough for Willowkit. Sootstorm had passed by to go in the nursery to see Willowkit’s mother or at least Willowkit thought so. Willowkit’s ears twitched as she heard Crowkit squeal for some reason. ‘We are just going outside jeez’ thought Willowkit.
‘Troublemakers?’ Willowkit could not believe Crowkit thought they were troublemakers; after all they were just playful. In the back of Willowkit’s mind she knew they plan to leave camp with her siblings was just even to get them in enough trouble for the rest of their lives.
Willowkit saw her brother dash out of the nursery only to stop because of the sun. “Well we have been inside that den forever, you know. I am surprise I even remember what the sun is,” teased Willowkit as she shook her little butt and slid into a terrible crouch. Her ears flatted against her small head as Crowkit landed on top of her. A small hiss escaped her lips as she tried to push him off by throwing all her weight up.