cherry skies [open, meet and greet]

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    Sun beaming down from the cloudless sky upon RiverClan camp, a small figure could be seen bounding out of the nursery excitedly.


    The cute bundle of chestnut tabby fur was known as Ivykit, whose bright green eyes shone with adventure on that particularly nice spring day. Mid-bound, he paused to wince briefly at his paw, but quickly regained his composure and kept going. He was born with his back left paw curved at a slightly odd angle. It didn't hold him back one bit, though; being so young, it was likely that he would be able to adapt around his birth defect. Children were resilient, after all.


    Releasing a gentle purr from his jaws, he found his attention quickly captured by a nearby butterfly. A playful growl soon following that prior gleeful noise, he wiggled his hindquarters and pounced clumsily in the direction of the fluttering monarch. He missed terribly, of course, being too short to reach it. Regardless, Ivykit continued to spring in its direction, squealing as he began to trek all over camp in pursuit.

    [center][fancypost=width: 430px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; font-family: arial]･ﾟ✦ ☾ ° Ivykit was adorable in all aspects. Mistpaw was rather jealous that the kit was able to jump around squeal like that with a butterfly. Currently the apprentice didn't have the strength to much these days, as they were starved. However, that wasn't going to stop him in interacts with the kit. Riverclan was getting bigger and bigger with each day that passed. When he was around there had been three aprentices including himself, now the apprentice number doubled. With tired limbs the apprentice padded towards the kitten, but they didn't say anything to ruin the kitten's butterfly hunt. [color=#A2D0FE]"YEAH IVYKIT, THE GREATEST BUTTERFLY CATCHER OF ALL!"


    "Do you really have to scream like that? Sheesh,"


    The deputy complained slightly as he padded forward, cuffing his apprentice's ear. For a sick cat, he sure didn't act like one. But it wasn't usually like Mistpaw to be all quiet and to himself. He looked down at the kit, pouncing and chasing after the butterfly, gliding through the air and avoiding the kit's paws. He smiled softly, pleased with Ivykit's still naive nature. Sometimes he wished he could still curl up without a worry like he did when he was this age.


    Wrenbreeze, though he was glad that Riverclan was steadily growing in number, was concerned for the clan's health. More mouths to feed meant less prey, and they already had such a low supply, what with their resource being poisoned. Now more than ever did he believe and agree with what Cougarstar had said about owning Sunningrocks.


    "speaking" "actions" — tags


    (c) advo

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    Attention instantly removed from the fluttering critter at Mistpaw's exclamation, the tiny brown tabby beamed up at the apprentice. Wow - he really was the greatest! Mistpaw had said so! Prancing clumsily about, he chirped, "Yep! I'm gonna be the best butterfwy hunter ever!" His tone was still notably child-like, despite four-moon-old status. It was debatable whether or not that would go away in time.


    As the RiverClan deputy made his appearance, once again Ivykit's attention was snatched away. Of course, he was oblivious to the current issues of the clan. Food supply running short wasn't something kittens had to worry too much about, given he could still drink milk from the queens in the nursery. However, soon enough he would be on fresh-kill solely and begin to feel the effects of the poisoned river.


    In regards to that, the kitten hobbled towards Wrenbreeze and plopped down with his head cocked in curiosity. "Mister deputy sir, I have a question! Where did all the fishies go to?" Naive as he was, Ivykit didn't understand the prospect of poisoning and how that would starve out RiverClan. He knew fish were their main food source, but he wasn't aware of how little land prey was on their territory just yet.

    [center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 465px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8.4pt; line-height: 1.4;]Frecklekit was never too fond of insects. The way they looked, the sounds they made, the feeling that sent shivers down your spine as they slowly inched their way up your cheek. Their entire being was dirty, as well. It was disgusting. The thought alone made him cringe. Perhaps if they didnt 'buzzzz' or look like flecks of dirtpiles, maybe he'd tolerate them. Just kidding, they wouldnt stand a chance even if they were squeaky clean. He hated bugs.


    His ear flicked at the sound of a cheer, his eyes glossing over with a mix of curiosity and confusion. Then, the pair of silvery optics landed on the gathered group, consisting of Wrenbreeze, Mistpaw, and Ivykit. Wrenbreeze had recently been promoted to Deputy, good for him. Mistpaw was a bit of a mystery to Frecklekit, which managed the smallest spark of interest. Then, Ivykit, his den senior. For a four moon old kit, Ivy seemed to have more energy than Frecklekit or any of his sibblings. But then maybe not, Freckle tended to avoid his littermates. His ears flicked once more as he heard the fellow kitten's question to 'mister deputy sir.' Honestly speaking, Freckle had little to no knowledge on any activity outside camp. He knew warriors hunted but he was exactly well informed on how, what, or where. Pretending he was uninterested, the ticked tabby padded over to the freshkill pile, grabbed a carp, then dragged it over to a spot where he could listen and, hopefully, not get caught.
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    TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — Wrenbreeze lowered his head to stare down at the kit as he trotted up. He was obviously a bit distraught; what was he supposed to say to him? He didn't want to diminish his hope and the bright energy around him, but he wasn't sure what else to say than the truth. He wasn't very good at lying, despite his slightly sour attitude, he was an honest person.


    "Oh, uh...they're just...sleeping," you couldn't say he didn't at least try. "They'll wake up soon, promise," he said with a matter-of-fact nod. Inside, he was praying Ivykit would just accept it as fact.

    [center][fancypost=width: 430px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; font-family: arial]･ﾟ✦ ☾ ° Oh Starclan why'd he have to ask about the fish? The apprentice turned to his mentor, who seemed to be struggling as what to say to little Ivykit. Poor Wren, he's having it rough anyways. Hmm. The fishes went back home to sleep, so have to find them. They don't want us cats waking them up. You don't like it when someone waked you up, right? The fishes are the same, they go hide to sleep. Don't worry Ivykit, they'll be back soon." That was the biggest lie they could come up with, but hey they were trying to help Wrenbreeze. Hopefully their mentor would just roll with it.

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    "Oh," came the simple response upon hearing Wrenbreeze's explanation. The fish were napping? Was that like when bears slept through seasons? What was that called again... Hyperating? No, that wasn't it... Before he could come up with the answer, his viridian optics snapped up to Mistpaw, who elaborated upon the deputy's answer. Oh. Well, why didn't they just say so?


    Beaming once again, Ivykit purred, "That makes sense! I hope they come back soon... fishies are yummy!" Unable to grasp the seriousness of the situation at his age and only noticing that there seemed to be no fish on the fresh-kill pile, he accepted that response as if it were as plain as day. What else could he possibly think?


    Dropping the subject upon the appearance of his younger denmate and cousin, the tabby skipped over to Frecklekit, keeping his twisted paw off the ground. An audible vibration rumbling in his throat, Ivykit aimed to rub his face against Frecklekit's in a matter of greeting. "Hi, Fweckle!" The two older cats would likely be relieved he had moved on to other things; the food struggle was not something they liked to talk about, understandably so.

    [center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; overflow: auto; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;] WOLF ✦ ✧ ✦ — wolfstream padded over to ivykit and smiled. the cute was quite adorable, and he seemed interested in the world. he would make a wonderful apprentice when he came of age. maybe she could talk to cougarstar about mentoring the youngster.[color=#FFFFFF] "[color=#7FB3D5]hello ivykit! what are you up to? maybe you'd like to play a game? or anything else you'd like to do?" she asked the kit softly, offering him the chance to play with her. she had nothing better to do, and honestly, she wanted to know the kit better. so here she was, trying her best to be more involved with her clanmates.

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    The social kitten's ears perked when the warrior addressed him with offers of a game. Tail lashing, he crouched and grinned up mischievously. "Bet you can't beat me at a game of mossball!" It was his favorite; Ivykit was frequently seen with a bundle of moss he always pestered the medicine cats for. He would typically play by himself, but if someone was available to entertain him, he much preferred the company.

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    WOLF ✦ ✧ ✦ — with a chuckle the female looked down at the kit. she was growing quite fond of the kit, and let another grin slip onto her maw. looking at the ball of moss, she faked sadness as she gazed at it. "well i'm sure you could. i don't know how to play." of course she knew how to play. however, she wanted to let him have his fun.

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    A flicker of surprise crossing his face at her response, he simply purred, "That's okay! I'll teach you!" Bouncing to his paws, he rushed into the nursery briefly and returned with a ball of moss in his jaws. Tail wagging much like a dog's, Ivykit dropped it and swatted it over to Wolfstream playfully, allowing her the chance to catch it with ease. Dropping to his front paws, the tiny brown tabby explained, "Now you hit it back to me, and we see who catches the most!"


    It was a simple game, one often played by kits. The others would likely join in as well, which was perfectly alright with him - the more the merrier!

    Shimmerpool padded over to the other cats, curious about the game. Her whiskers twitched and she looked curious, secretly the blue-and-white molly had a soft spot for kits. "You don't mind letting a rogue join your game?" she teased. With a flickering glance at Wolfstream the verdant-eyed cat reached over his hesitant paws and hooked the moss ball with a claw, dragging over towards herself. She flicked it back to the kit, enjoying the feeling of associating with Clanmates who didn't expect anything from her.

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    WOLF ✦ ✧ ✦ — wolfstream was just about to return the ball of moss to ivykit when shimmerpool padded up. she shook her head in response as she allowed the other female to join in. however, her tail drooped, slightly dissapointed that she was now unable to have time to herself with the young kit. "c'mon ivykit! show me how good you are at this game! i know you're realky good from what i've heard." wolfstream purred as she playfully took the moss ball back, and passed it between her own two paws, similar to what she had seen some twolegs doing with a much larger moss ball.

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    Shimmerpool's appearance caused the kit to brighten even further - if that were possible. At her teasing comment, he cocked his head and replied with a giggle, "I don't see any rogues anywhere!" Oblivious to the matter of rogues, loners, and kittypets, Ivykit was unaware that Shimmer was formerly a rogue. To her, his comment would seem kind-hearted, which was more than alright with him! All he saw were Clanmates, one in the same.


    Catching her toss with a stumble, he rolled onto his back and flicked the ball once again to Wolfstream with his hind legs, grinning as he lounged there, upside down.

    Shimmerpool purred with genuine delight, lowering herself into a playfully sloppy crouch as she fluffed up her fur. "Rarrr! I'm a scary rogue come to eat you up!" the she-cat teased, hoping that Cougarstar wasn't watching her antics. Last thing she needed was to get in trouble for slacking off!
    /rushed, ranger is a sick ranger :(

    [center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 465px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8.4pt; line-height: 1.4;]Freckle watched as the two older cats tried desperately to explain prey to his elder kit. He only frowned at their struggle. They were extremely obvious with their phrasing, fishes did not just go to 'sleep' and hide. But perhaps, they were just really bad at telling to truth. That was unlikely, however.


    His gaze widened as Ivykit came bouncing towards him. With her attempt to greet him, he dodged it, barely, and felt tears flash to his eyes. Touching was an easy way to spread disease. Unlike his cousin, he'd rather refrain. With that, he went to a nearby puddle, which was drying up but still a puddle, and rinsed his cheek throughly. He scrubbed it, using his small claws to rake out any dirt that longed in his pores. It hurt badly but the pain was momentary compared to getting dangerously sick for the rest of his possibly short life. After scrubbing it an even-number of time, he looked upto see the kit had moved on. Playing with some,, rogues?
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    the tom-kit scurried onto the scene, kicking up dirt from his sudden stop. "i wanna play, i wanna play!" he squealed. his fur seemed even messier and ruffled than usual, but that was because he had done some work to set up a prank. it would be funny to see the reactions of the warriors when they found their bedding was wet!


    instead of jumping in immediately, he stayed still to take in what was going on. they flicked past frecklekit but came back with less excitement and narrowed in on him. he watched his actions carefully but when he spoke, his tone was still the same; light and bouncy. "are you okay, frecklekit?" he moved closer but not enough to touch him. "did you have dirt on your face or something?" a smile came onto his muzzle. "the queens always try and clean my face because they say it's dirty, but it doesn't feel dirty!" the kit was attempting to lighten up his brother's obvious low mood.