TAKE ME TO CHURCH {OPEN, BLOODCLANNER}

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    [shadow=black,left]NORTHKIT[/shadow]

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    [justify]A small mew could be heard echoing through the forest. It was during the time of dusk, the shadows that were created by the trees beckoned those to admire the dark hues. There were no sounds of battle cries. Not even remotely so in the first place. The sound of pawsteps could be heard in the territory though, along with heavy panting. The panting was coming from a domestic cat that had a collar around her throat, that was embedded with dog teeth. The female of course knew that there was a war going between their two factions, and she wanted no part of it. She hated the clans, but she wasn't going to put her offspring in any danger either. She knew better than to chose a side that would most likely use, and if anyone ever found out about what she was going to do when she went back to Bloodclan, then she would for sure be executed. Not like the father of the kits would really care about what happened to her as he had disappeared a long time ago. The russett Bloodclanner stopped in the middle of the forest, and there she lowered a small kit down onto the ground. Closely resembling her mother, the red tabby kitten continued to mew, wanting warmth from the cooling night.


    The red tabby kitten was young. Barely the age to even really open its eyes. The smells that were surrounding her were incredibly confusing and she wasn't sure what to do about them. She could barely stand up by herself anyway's. She could feel the grip around her scruff gone, and soon the true mother of this female had fled the entire seen, leaving nothing but the scent and kit behind. The red tabby kitten was covered in Bloodclan scent, but there was no collar around her throat. She was just a poor helpless kit that was left alone, and her mother didn't really care if the daughter lived or died. The small sharp claws that were unsheathed pricked at the grasses beneath her paws. North turned her head around, her small body shivering a little bit, and she mewed out again, calling for some type of help.


    [So! With the plot I have for her, I'm hoping that there will be those that will be sour towards her since she's technically a bloodclanner, but I was also hoping that she may have a mother figure that would look after her, so kinda like adopting her! She's here to stay, and feel free to have the character that decides to adopt her name her Northkit ^.^]
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    Nightpaw was walking home after some solo hunting, a plump squirell hanging from her jaws. The black and silver she-cat looked deep in thought, her grey eyes seeming distant until her ears picked up the sounds of mewing. The Apprentice stopped and listened more carefully, sure that she was just hearing things. After all, who would leave a kit out all alone? Surely enough however she heard the mew again and, leaving her prey where she had laid it she trotted towards the sound. about 4 fox-tails away she came across north, a dark dot of red in the otherwise lush green landscape. Nightpaw looked around for signs of the kits mother but to no avail. "Well, what now? I can't just leave it here....", The apprentice thought before sighing and gently walking up to the kit. The kit was shivering from lack of warmth and Nightpaw gently curled her tail around it, "There, There. No more crying. Nightpaw is here and she's going to take you someplace warm." Her voice was soft and gentle, very unusual for the normaly surly she-cat. Nightpaw gently grabbed North up by her scruff and turned to start towards camp. Just before she left however, she took one last glance around to make sure no cat would come to claim her. After a few moments of silence, Nightpaw turned towards ThunderClan camp and hurriedly yet carefully started home.
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    [justify][font=gautami][size=9pt](I haven't read the post yet, just the plot, but if you haven't figured it out yet then you'll figure out soon that if you have a kit that needs adopted, just come to me! Mama Dapple would love to bring her kit count up to 15! All of her siblings--if you were to let Mama Dapple adopt--are in my tags! Oh yeah, and this is a track. I'll get to this later.)


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 90%;]The all too familiar scent of Bloodclan filled the Bengal's nose. No, she somehow wasn't surprised by this nor was very concerned about the situation, but rather curious instead. Just like any other feline in the clan, the green eyed female went to investigate the source in which the scent was coming from.


    It wasn't long before she came across a younger clanmate of hers and what it seems to be a small kit that the other female was carrying. So, that was where the scent was coming from. She was glad the source the scent was coming from was a lot rather than a full grown feline like herself. Things could have turned ugly if the result hadn't turned out to be this.


    "And what might we have here?" she inquired, lifting her chin ever so slightly as she looked at Nightpaw in question.

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    Nightpaw looked at her clanmate and gently set North down between her silver striped paws, "Hello Ivoryskies, I found this kit abandoned on the northern border and was just taking her back to camp." The Apprentice tilted her head slightly, "What are you doing out here?"
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 90%;]Ivoryskies dull gaze swept across the apprentice carefully before she responded in her usual, calm tone of voice, "I see. I suppose, we can head back to camp together then. The others will likely be eager to know our discovery." she responded, taking a brief pause in between her statement before responding to the apprentice's question, "I was just taking my usual strolls about the territory when I happened to be drawn to the same thing you had." the Bengal kept her same unexpressive face as she spoke.


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    [font=georgia]i hope you checked the mother wasn't there, kid. there's no need for making bloodclan even more agreeable to the idea of attacking us more than they already have. briar spoke in his usual gruff manner as he approached the duo of felines, green-brown optics fixed upon the little thing in slight curiosity. his gaze softened though as he realised how damn cute she was, before hardening back to his usual couldn't care less expression. you best hope that dapple's up to taking in another kid then, ain't you? he added, turning his gaze back towards the apprentice.



    [spoiler=tags][font=georgia][u]general:
    •briarstorm
    •formerly known as thomas
    •senior warrior
    •traditional thunderclan
    •male
    •seventy four moons
    •npc xx npc


    [u]physical:
    •brown tabby with brown eyes
    •has several scars dotted around his body and nicks in his ears
    •large and muscular with a kinked tail from a previous break


    [u]interactions:
    •[color=white]hard difficulty
    •[color=white]non-threatening actions may be powerplayed ( e.g healing )
    •[color=white]if attacking, put name in [color=grey]bolded grey
    •[color=white]no kill, maim or capture without permission


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    Nightpaw said nothing in response to Ivoryskies, the she-cat grey gaze seeming now bored with the conversation. She turned to look at Briarstorm, "Of course I check, the scent of what I assume was the kits mother was stale. And Dapplebreeze has enough kits to care for. I'm going to ask to take care of her." Without another word, Nightpaw bent down and carefully picked North back up and waited for Ivoryskies and Briarstorm to lead the way back to camp. She hoped the Clan leader would allow the kit to stay and for her to take care of her despite being only an apprentice. Nightpaw couldn't figure out why she suddenly felt very protective of the small ball of fur she now carried.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 90%;]Ivoryskies glanced over at Briarstorm before looking back to Nightpaw. Ah, the Bengal was pretty sure the apprentice wasn't going to get her way like she wanted to. The apprentice had other things to do besides care for a kit who would be better off with someone experienced with lots and some who was of warrior age. The Bengal didn't say anything though and rather just simply moved her way towards camp. There was no point in arguing with a younger, more naive feline, so she didn't waste her time. It would be up to someone of higher ranking to decide the subject in who would be taking care of the kit.


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    [font=georgia]unable to help himself, the male gave a bark of laughter at the kid's suggestion amd shook his head. problem there, kiddo. you don't have any milk to give the little guy. if he's in the clan, dapplebreeze is the only one who can provide for her. you've got training too and she's got all day to watch her. you don't have the time, kid. sorry about that. briarstorm replied as he began moving back towards camp. the little kid needed a queen to look after her and soon. he wasn't having anyone dying of cold or starvation in his paws, no sir-ee.



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    •briarstorm
    •formerly known as thomas
    •senior warrior
    •traditional thunderclan
    •male
    •seventy four moons
    •npc xx npc


    [u]physical:
    •brown tabby with brown eyes
    •has several scars dotted around his body and nicks in his ears
    •large and muscular with a kinked tail from a previous break


    [u]interactions:
    •hard difficulty
    •[color=white]non-threatening actions may be powerplayed ( e.g healing )
    •[color=white]if attacking, put name in [color=grey]bolded grey
    •[color=white]no kill, maim or capture without permission


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    Nightpaw followed silently, biting back the sharp remark on the tip of her tongue for Briarstorms words and making sure to be careful not to drop the kit in her jaws. She knew that her leader would probably decline her request, but she at least had to try. She was 1 moon away from being 12 moons, surely she was old enough? Nightpaw forced herself calm, not wanting the two older warriors to sense her anger. The apprentice still had to obey whatever her leader decided was best for the kit. but the thought of this little one being lost in the mass of kits Dapplebreeze was already mothering worried her. Nightpaw had been "raised" by Dapplebreeze when she first joined ThunderClan and she had basically still fended for herself. She didn't want that happening to this kit.
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    [justify][Silverpaw's probs gonna be nice to the kid. He's got BloodClan blood in em][/justify]


    [spoiler]GENERAL
    - Silver Silverkit Silverpaw Silvertongue
    - Second Generation / Jagged x Flicker
    - Masculine pronouns
    - Apprentice of ThunderClan
    APPEARANCE
    - Silver tabby
    - White neck and underbelly
    - Dark blue eyes
    - Narrow and lean muscled
    - Fluffy chest
    PERSONALITY
    - Probably has anger issues
    - Quick to insult
    - Defensive
    - Bossy
    - Low respect for anyone
    RELATIONSHIPS
    - Bisexual, Polyamorous
    - No Crush
    - No Mate
    - Mother: Flicker(BloodClan), Father: Jagged(BloodClan)
    - Brother to Jaggedpaw(ThunderClan)
    BATTLE
    - No kill
    - Ask to injure/kidnap/rape/torture
    - Attack in #2554C7

    [justify][Maybe. Silverpaw needs some friends][/justify]


    [spoiler]GENERAL
    - Silver Silverkit Silverpaw Silvertongue
    - Second Generation / Jagged x Flicker
    - Masculine pronouns
    - Apprentice of ThunderClan
    APPEARANCE
    - Silver tabby
    - White neck and underbelly
    - Dark blue eyes
    - Narrow and lean muscled
    - Fluffy chest
    PERSONALITY
    - Probably has anger issues
    - Quick to insult
    - Defensive
    - Bossy
    - Low respect for anyone
    RELATIONSHIPS
    - Bisexual, Polyamorous
    - No Crush
    - No Mate
    - Mother: Flicker(BloodClan), Father: Jagged(BloodClan)
    - Brother to Jaggedpaw(ThunderClan)
    BATTLE
    - No kill
    - Ask to injure/kidnap/rape/torture
    - Attack in #2554C7

    ((So does Nightpaw, she can be really surly and come off as really cold but she needs at least one really really good friend.))

    [justify][well, Silverpaw is the local jerk. He's kinda like Longtail, but also not, because Longtail actually changed very significantly. I think these two will be odd 'parents' for this kid][/justify]


    [spoiler]GENERAL
    - Silver Silverkit Silverpaw Silvertongue
    - Second Generation / Jagged x Flicker
    - Masculine pronouns
    - Apprentice of ThunderClan
    APPEARANCE
    - Silver tabby
    - White neck and underbelly
    - Dark blue eyes
    - Narrow and lean muscled
    - Fluffy chest
    PERSONALITY
    - Probably has anger issues
    - Quick to insult
    - Defensive
    - Bossy
    - Low respect for anyone
    RELATIONSHIPS
    - Bisexual, Polyamorous
    - No Crush
    - No Mate
    - Mother: Flicker(BloodClan), Father: Jagged(BloodClan)
    - Brother to Jaggedpaw(ThunderClan)
    BATTLE
    - No kill
    - Ask to injure/kidnap/rape/torture
    - Attack in #2554C7

    ((that sounds perfect to me lol can I make a friendship thread for them?))

    [justify][Sure][/justify]


    [spoiler]GENERAL
    - Silver Silverkit Silverpaw Silvertongue
    - Second Generation / Jagged x Flicker
    - Masculine pronouns
    - Apprentice of ThunderClan
    APPEARANCE
    - Silver tabby
    - White neck and underbelly
    - Dark blue eyes
    - Narrow and lean muscled
    - Fluffy chest
    PERSONALITY
    - Probably has anger issues
    - Quick to insult
    - Defensive
    - Bossy
    - Low respect for anyone
    RELATIONSHIPS
    - Bisexual, Polyamorous
    - No Crush
    - No Mate
    - Mother: Flicker(BloodClan), Father: Jagged(BloodClan)
    - Brother to Jaggedpaw(ThunderClan)
    BATTLE
    - No kill
    - Ask to injure/kidnap/rape/torture
    - Attack in #2554C7

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    [justify][I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK ME FOREVER TO REPLY. But sure! Dapplebreeze can definitely take care of her! But Nightpaw & Silverpaw could possibly be sibling figures if you'd like]


    Her body continued to shiver as she was still on the cold shaded ground. Where was she? The red tabby honestly didn't know, and she wanted to go back to the warm place where she came from. It was then that she heard something coming toward her. She was hopeful that it was the one that had dropped her off in this place. The place smelled weird. It smelled a lot different than what she was accustomed to. Not to mention the fact that there was very little noise. Where were the things that made the roaring sounds? North didn't know, and was honestly somewhat in shock with everything that was happening in front of her. The kitten raised her head a little bit when the sounds drew closer, and soon she heard a voice. Take care of her? Where was she going to take her? Anxiety rippled through her body as the thin fur that covered her body were fluffed up. Something curled around her. It was warm. She huddled close to it, her small sharp claws most likely pricking the fur as she grabbed onto the tail. Suddenly though, she was lifted into the air. A small squeal of surprised escaped her small jaws, and soon more creatures were making their way toward her. She didn't know who any of these creatures were. They smelled funny, which in turned made her scrunch up her nose in a little bit of disgust. Anxiety was building as the scents were somewhat overwhelming for someone that was so young. She couldn't see anyone since her eyes were closed, but she was around the right age to open her eyes. Her eyelids pressed tightly together and soon her eyelids opened. Light flooded into her eyes, causing her to flinch in the apprentices jaws. The hues of her eyes were a brilliant emerald hue, and she looked around at all the unfamiliar cats. The only thing that escaped her jaws was a confused mew. The Bloodclan scent radiating off of her small body.
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