"Instinct will come; no need to worry about that," Nightfur assured her. "I'm sure every new queen has the same worries, but they always perform flawlessly as mothers." She sat down beside Ripplefur, hoping her presence would give comfort to her.
(Sorry it's so short. Quick reply.)
Flutter hovered over the little pool, then said "Watch this!" She quickly darted forward, dipping her long beak into the water and starting ripples. It tasted cool and refreshing. The little hummingbird laughed and did it again. She was having such fun!
"I think we can take 'em," Nightfur growled. Blazingpaw could certainly hold his own in battle, as could she and the rest of the patrol. She wasn't going to run away and let Shadowclan hunt freely; she would drive them out as if she were a tiger.
"Fuck you too," Nightfur snarled to Vlad. She limped out of the 'training' area, steam coming out of her ears. At this point she was seriously contemplating leaving Thunderclan. Any other Clan would be better than being ripped to shreds under a communistic government just for asking a question. She would get her wounds cleaned up and decide when she was well.
Nightfur hissed as a Shadowclan tom stepped out from the bushes ahead of them and immediately pounced. She scratched and snarled and bit, turning her and the enemy into a whirlwind of fur and tails.
"But what if I never find someone else?" Nightfur murmured sadly. Was she destined to be alone from the start?
Tears traced slowly down her cheeks."It's so hard to let him go. He died because I couldn't save him. I wasn't strong enough to pull him out of the water. It's all my fault!" Nightfur wailed.
When Nightfur had calmed herself down to sniffles, she wiped her face with her paws to clean herself up. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to lose control like that," she mewed in a watery voice. "I know I need to let him go, I just don't know how. Especially since he found his way back to Starclan and came to see me."
Nightfur was dislodged from her enemy, rolling to a stop next to her Clanmates. She had a scratch across her nose that made her eyes water. She hissed at the Shadowclan cats while Halfheart confronted them verbally.
Nightfur nodded. "Yes, I suppose so. But I've spent so long keeping to myself that I'm not sure how to make friends." Perhaps she needed training in being social. She laughed at the thought of her being an apprentice again only to learn how to interact with other cats. She did consider it, however; it wouldn't be a bad idea.
Nightfur glanced at him curiously and nodded. What was he planning?
Nightfur nodded in acknowledgment. She stayed quiet while Sandkit asked his questions; it would be good practice for Ripplefur when her own kits came along. It would also be good for her to talk positively about them after stressing herself out for most of her pregnancy. Despite the little kit asking such abrasive questions, it was all for the better.
Nightfur purred happily from her place at the edge of the group, but this time she yelled out loud instead of keeping quiet. "Congratulations everyone!"
Flutter sat on Nightfur's back, feeling the love and happiness radiating from the cats around her.
Horus perched on a low hanging branch to hear the announcements, then screeched into the air almost as a declaration to the forest that Thunderclan was strong and not to be messed with.
"Perhaps if you ask very nicely, you can help Ripplefur care for her kits when they are born," Nightfur suggested. Having a little extra help couldn't hurt. This way she would hardly ever be alone in the nursery.
Name: Witchkit/Witchpaw/Witchcraft
Gender: female
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Appearance: Witchcraft looks like any ordinary brown and white tabby except for her dark blue eyes. They can hold a cat nearly paralyzed because of their intensity; many cats get lost in them. Her expression often says that she knows much more than she should.
Personality: Witchcraft absolutely loves nature. She likes to spend her free time walking around the territory and "listening" to the life all around her. She is very easygoing, hard to anger, but will defend her interests and friends with her life. She loves to play games and has a good sense of humor. She prefers to analyze a problem and every possible solution before speaking up and giving her opinion; she also prefers to hear everyone else's before adding her two cents.
Future Plans/Plots: I want her to specialize in either healing, "reading the forest", (meaning she can tell when a storm is coming, the habits of the prey, tracking enemies, etc.), or interpreting the dreams/messages from Starclan. So pretty much an amateur medicine cat or a tracker.
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I want the kit because... My other charries are all in Thunderclan and I would like to experience another clan that I have never roleplayed in. Besides Nightfur (who is antisocial), my other two are birds, which makes it hard to make friends for them. Witchcraft being a very social cat is sure to be more active in the Clan.
Other:Totally love wolves and tigers :)
ABOUT MY THOU SELF
username; Nightfur
display name; Nightfur
muse; varies from two sentences to half a page
activity; I'm on nearly every day and post regularly.
why i deserve this kit; I only have one cat, Nightfur, and two birds in Thunderclan who just aren't doing it for me. Nightfur is antisocial and playing birds are hard in a Clan of cats.
why i don't deserve this kit; I've never played in any Clan besides Thunder, so Hawkclan will be an entirely new experience for me.
other; names are really awesome, fav drink is coke :)
ABOUT MY THOU KITTEH
name; Gunkit/Gunpaw/Gunslinger
gender;male
sexuality; straight
appearance; WIP
personality; "Don't ask him silly questions, he won't play silly games." Gunslinger has no time for fun and games. He is determined from the start to rise through the ranks of his Clan and become the best warrior Hawkclan has ever had. He has a very dry sense of humor, if any at all. However he is social and enjoys talking with others. He has an average intelligence, but lightning-fast reflexes from training with snakes. He is not extremely muscular, but can dish out some serious wounds in battle. He enjoys training of any type and showing off his talents. Gunslinger isn't a bad cat, though he may look like it from the outside; he's just a little rough around the edges with a soft heart.
plots; WIP
"Now you'll have a little helper to bring you prey and watch the kits while you stretch your legs," Nightfur mewed. "I'm sure Sandkit will make a great acting older brother."
She was glad to help alleviate some of Ripplefur's stress about being a new mother. Perhaps she would consider becoming a kind of counselor for Thunderclan seeing as she was able to calm two cats now with good advice. It made her feel proud and needed.
But who would take advice from a cat who couldn't solve her own problems? Nightfur seemed to have all the answers for everyone else, but couldn't figure out how to stop loving a dead cat. The accident was moons ago, but she still couldn't let it go.
Somehow she would, and then get to work helping her Clan.
Nightfur had driven off a rogue earlier and was following his scent to see where he had been on their territory. This was when she came across a strange kit wallowing in a patch of catnip. Just looking at the kit showed he was high as a kite and didn't care. Underneath the catnip cloud, he had the harsh tang of rogue scent on him. He must have been stolen and dropped here.
"What in the world are you doing?" Nightfur asked the kit. She didn't know whether to be stern with him or to laugh at him in his silly state. Either way, she had to find out where he belonged so she could return him.
"Just remember to mind Ripplefur," Nightfur cautioned. "She's the mother and has the final say-so."
She turned to the queen and meowed, "Do you feel better with a little helper now? A little more secure?" Nightfur would check in on them once the kits were born to make sure Sandkit was behaving. It wouldn't do Ripplefur any good to have to mother him as well as her own. From the way he acts she didn't have much worry; he seemed to be more responsible than the average kit.
Nightfur sighed; getting information out of this kit was going to be like pulling teeth. She looked around for anyone else who could help her. Seeing no one, she turned back to the kit and attempted to have a conversation with him.
"What Clan are you from?" she asked slowly and clearly.
