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  • Open to all, but please keep the thread centered around the kits :^D


    tagging all the kits that I know are currently active! If I miss anyone please tag them as well <3


    Floodkit   HEATHERPAW.   STORMYFUR.   ~RIVERPAW~   beewing --   Bumblekit   inuyasha


    Also {WolfSpirit}   -blazeheart and BubblyChampagne I know these guys have got a mom but they're still wholly welcomed to take part! Ashpaw will love em all


    🌸*♒ ashpaw

    I'M WISER FROM THE MESS YOU MADE

    The loss of Ravensong was hard.


    On everyone, surely. But Ashpaw... she just about felt like breaking.


    The camp was full of motherless children. Ravensong had cared for them, but Ravensong was gone, taken and beaten and bloody and--


    Dear god.


    And Ash... she couldn't leave them like this. Until a plan was initiated to get Ravensong and Chasingpaw back, until they were safe at home again, Ashpaw was going to make sure as hell that these kits had someone to look to. Not blood related to any of them as far as she knew, but she was doing her damn best.


    So she'd been looking out for them. And she'd continue to do so until Ravensong was home.


    Slipping into the nursery, Ashpaw sought out the little furry bundles, ears pricked and sole amber eye alert. She needed to make sure they weren't getting hurt, getting into trouble, sneaking out of camp. She needed to make sure they were eating enough, playing safely. She needed to make sure they were happy.


    Outside, the rain was coming down hard-- so she figured most of the kittens would be in here, cozy in their nests or batting moss balls around the nursery.


    "Hey, how're you guys doing?" she called softly.

    —I FEEL NO PAIN


    "speaking" // attacking

  • to say he was okay was beyond a lie. he missed his mother. he was sure his siblings did too but, all thr young tom could think about was ravensong being dead. he woulsnt be able to live with that. so when ashpaw made her way into the nursery, beekit said nothing. he just stayed in the nest, gently pawing at it. he didnt have anything to say. there was nothing anyone could do to make him feel better. nothing.

    "speech"


    "BE CAREFUL WITH ME" & TAGS(no current link)

  • 🌸*♒ ashpaw

    I'M WISER FROM THE MESS YOU MADE

    Ashpaw smiled sadly as she approached Beekit. She knew exactly how he was feeling, and it hurt. She'd seen her first mother die, stolen away from the world of the living by plague and hunger, a sickly shell of herself. And when Ravensong had taken Ashpaw in, it was like a light in a seemingly endless dark tunnel.


    Now Ravensong, as much her mother as anyone else had ever been, was gone too.


    Ashpaw had tasted firsthand just what sort of hell BloodClan put its captives through. The scars on her flank would attest to that. And every time she saw Bluefrost limping, she nearly cried.


    She couldn't imagine Ravensong coming home like that.


    But what scared her the most was the idea of Ravensong not coming home at all.


    She'd come to a stop, sitting beside Beekit, tail brushing gently over his back. The rain a comforting din in the background. "Hey," she whispered. "You miss your mom, huh?"


    Our mom. All this time and she was still sometimes too afraid to refer to Ravensong as her own mother aloud. Afraid of rejection, of cats turning on her, hissing that Ravensong "wasn't her real mother."


    Because honestly, fuck birth parents. Being a mom was a job, and one that Ravensong had so willingly taken on. That made her more real than any other mother in the world, at least according to Ashpaw. Ravensong, there for all the little kittens with no one.


    And some stupid fucking BloodClanner had had the audacity to take her away from those very kittens, just like it was nothing. Fury and grief ripped through Ashpaw like a tidal wave.


    "She's gonna come home, Beekit. I swear to every deity above, we'll bring her home. Whatever it takes. I'll go fight every BloodClanner myself if I have to."

    —I FEEL NO PAIN


    "speaking" // attacking

  • It was obvious as well that Riverkit wasn't herself as well with Ravensong gone, the kitten refusing to even look at Ashpaw, when usually, the tabby she-kit would've already attempted to drag the older cat into a game. Instead, Riverkit simply mewed in a monotone voice, "And if she doesn't? What then? Everybody just says they miss her and forget her name in a week or two?"


    (c)trexgirl

  • 🌸*♒ ashpaw

    I'M WISER FROM THE MESS YOU MADE

    Ashpaw's eye turned to meet Riverkit's dull gaze, but found that Riverkit wouldn't even look at her-- and shit, everything was wrong, wasn't it?


    Kits were always so much smarter and braver than people gave them credit for. But they shouldn't have to deal with this.


    "She will," Ashpaw muttered. "She will. She'll come home, she has to. You know Ravensong, she'd never, ever leave her kits like this if she had the choice, and she'll come running the second she's got the chance."


    She swallowed the lump in her throat and added, "And if... if she doesn't, if," the words stuck in her throat and refused to come out, "w-we'll never forget her, Riverkit. I know you won't. I know I won't, and we'll make sure no one else does either."


    Oh StarClan, don't let it come to that.


    Biting her lower lip, Ashpaw tried to think. She didn't want to dwell on this. It couldn't be good for the kits. A distraction... maybe they'd be grateful for the chance to think about something else for once. "You guys want to hear a story or something? An exciting one. The older warriors used to talk about it, something that happened a long long time ago. Moons and moons before you were born, or before I was born."

    —I FEEL NO PAIN


    "speaking" // attacking

  • Flamekit


    (Wrong account whoops)


    “And if they take Dovestrike?? Will you all care enough about our mother??” Came the outburst of Flamekit, blue eyes radiating rage. Ravensong was one of her friends, a second mother to her! She taught her somewhat of the warrior code for crying out loud! How was she supposed to learn the rest??

  • 🌸*♒ ashpaw

    I'M WISER FROM THE MESS YOU MADE

    Ashpaw had to hesitate here.


    She... she didn't like Dovestrike. She was honestly afraid of the queen, but...


    A motherless child was a motherless child. Flamekit and Blazekit and Emberkit didn't deserve to be without a family. And even Dovestrike didn't deserve torture at the hands of those sick BloodClanners.


    "Of course I'd care," she finally said. "The whole clan would. We'd rescue any of our Clanmates, always. We'd never leave her like that. It doesn't matter what she's done, she's RiverClan and that means she's ours as much as Ravensong is."[/color] It hurt to say the words, but she knew that they were true, knew that most of her clanmates would agree. She gestured with her tail to a spot beside her. "Flamekit, c'mere-- you wanna hear the story?"


    Distraction. She needed to give these children a distraction. They needed to get off of this topic or it'd break her, and she couldn't do that in front of the kittens.


    She only hoped they'd play along. She actually did have a pretty good story for them, after all.

    —I FEEL NO PAIN


    [color=#edb8d7]"speaking" // attacking


    //i feel iffy about this post, don't know if i portrayed the emotions quite right but ehhhh it's not getting any better lol

  • Flamekit


    She assures her that they’d rescue her, but that hesitance and underlying emotion tells her different. Her fur stands on end, tail bushing out to look bigger.


    “That’s a lie and you know it...” She mews quietly to herself. That’s what Dovestrike would tell her.


    “They’re not your clanmates..”


    The horrifying memory gets ripped away as she hears Ashpaw offering to tell her a story. She pads over quietly, blind gaze landing on the older female.

  • beekit was upset. flamekit didnt care about anything but dovestrike? that didnt make sense! dovestrike hadnt disappeared! ravensong had! "i dont wanna hear a story. just go away." he murmured, a wince coning from his mouth as he pressed his paws against his ears. he didnt understand why flamekit was always questioning everyone and that she was so untrusting, even towards her own mother. but who was he to judge?


    "BE CAREFUL WITH ME" & TAGS(no current link)

  • 🌸*♒ ashpaw

    I'M WISER FROM THE MESS YOU MADE

    Ashpaw sighed, running her tail over Beekit's flank. She actually did have a good story to tell. Riverkit hadn't yet expressed opposition, and Flamekit seemed interested enough. But...


    She didn't want to upset Beekit. Didn't want to seem insensitive.


    Truthfully Ashpaw didn't know what to do.


    "Beekit, c'mon," she whispered. "If you really want me to leave, I will. I don't... I can't make it better. I can't. But maybe we can try thinking of something else for awhile?"


    She didn't know what to do, but she did know that she wanted to be here.


    She just wanted to hold these kits so they knew they still had someone.

    —I FEEL NO PAIN


    "speaking" // attacking

  • Emberkit seemed a bit agitated at Beekit, but said nothing to the kitten. "I wanna hear a story or something, anything to speak with you"

    Ember didn't take the same tone or emotion as Flamekit, wanting to exactly listen to ashpaw, and see if he could make a friend.




    You're Dead To Me

    (crappy post)

  • THROUGH DROUGHT AND FAMINE

    NATURAL DISASTERS, MY BABY HAS BEEN AROUND FOR ME — ❞ plots

    Stormykit had thought about a lot of things now - most did not make much sense, as the mind of a child never does - but she had recently begun to come to that realization as she watched her forepaws curl into one another. She thought about the moon outside of these prickly walls and how far away it truly was, for it often seemed close enough to touch from the peak of the high rock. She thought about the sky and it’s changing colors. She thought about what stars were made of and why there were so many. She thought about Ravensong and where she had gone; often prodding the queens with a - when is she coming home? - and watching the creases in their loving features wince. Her only questions would be that of a normal child, of course, learning and fumbling through this small yet overwhelming world with her little paws - she had asked them about her mother a few times and watched them as they grimaced continually, and so, in fear of the truth, she had tried her best to stop prodding about where she was now. It was for the best, she had managed to convince herself, her feet rolled over her peaty bed as she dabbed lightly at the feathers that lined its seams.


    Her mother had paws opposite in color to hers, she noted in silence as her stare fixed on the pale greys of her pudgy toes, and she couldn’t help but wonder where they walked now. Or where they potentially didn’t. Too many big things filled her little head, many things far beyond her understanding, which made her slate brows furrow into a loose knot. Which possibly looked rather odd from a different perspective, a child frowning so deeply towards a feather as she toyed with her bed. Lips had pursed as she muted a sigh, attempting to rid her head of grim thought to appear nonchalant before her denmates. They already had enough to worry about - she couldn’t allow herself to be among those worries. There was silence for a few heartbeats - something she had grown accustomed to after the disappearance of her mother - filling the gaps of the gnarled branches guarding the nursery. Then, the sudden disturbance of the entrance had caused massive ears to swing forward in peaked interest - she had teetered on her back for a moment as she attempted to roll over quickly, finally adjusting her position as she found a seat besides her siblings.


    For a moment, she had no response to Ashpaw’s simple inquiry as massive, icy pools fixed on her sulking siblings. The corners of her mouth had pouted somewhat, and the waving tuft of what could hardly be called a tail had gently shifted, their freckled and mismatched plumes attempting to brush over their backs in a quiet gesture of comfort as the pair spoke. “We all miss her, you know. Mama’s the best warrior the forest has ever seen! She’ll be back soon, I just know it. I can feel it in my guts. You guys just have to believe that, too. She’s too strong to let anything happen to her.” It was a hushed murmur, the slope of her miniscule shoulder attempting to lean into Beekit as he covered his ears. “Let’s try hearing this story. I think it might be a good one. I know you’re sad, but at least try, Bee. It might make you feel a little bit better. "☁"