Posts by STORMPAW.

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Figuring that it was enough words for Boulevardlane for the day, Stormkit shook her head, dismissing the new concept. In due time, she hoped that Laney would grasp the idea of friendship, although it was quite abstract. Instead, she brought up a new idea. "Laney? I want to show you something," the black smoke she-kit mewled, hoping some sort of assertiveness would give the German Shepherd a sense of certainty. The Guardian got up to move, and gestured for the canine to follow her.
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Stormkit's mouth curled into a small smile at Ren's words. It wasn't hard to believe, casting her gaze over to the marten. The she-kit licked a paw and drew it over her ear, cleaning herself.

"Almost a month, m'am."

If she were honest, she wished she had a bit more structure in daily life. Stormkit was still figuring out what role she had to play within the Clan, and with no given job to do she set out to find one for herself. Attention focusing to the kitsune's furry companion once again, the black smoke gave in to her curiosity. "H-How did you both come to find each other?" the kit asked.

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track because stormy and pendant can be friends c: x

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Stormkit hadn't been around in WindClan long enough to really get to know Kate, but in the little time the black smoke spent with the medic she had come to know the Pomeranian as kind and nurturing. Kate helped nurse her back to health and for that Stormkit was grateful. Feeling rather lost, Stormkit sat down and looked at her paws. She was so well loved - why would she leave? But she didn't know Kate Marsh, nor did she know her story.
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The black smoke walked on, weaving in and out of Clanmates walking by and amongst the structure of the cabins in WindClan camp. Near camp, the fruit orchard slowly came into view. Rows of dogwoods and apple trees opened up to them like open arms, inviting and full of life. Stormkit looked back at the dog to see her reaction - it wouldn't hurt to pick a few fruit, and maybe bring some back for the Clan.
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Ever since she joined WindClan, the black smoke she-kit found herself drawn to the skeleton of the great beast. Of course, she hadn't been allowed too far out of camp then - but now as a Guardian, the female figured it wouldn't hurt familiarizing herself with her own territory. WindClan territory was hers now - her home, and hers to protect.

The young Guardian felt breathless as she slowly weaved in and out of the stark white ribcages tall as the cabins of WindClan camp. "What a fantastic beast it must've been," she murmured to herself, tracing the tip of her tail along the eggshell-colored bones. She didn't know why, but it felt important to her. It was more than just the remains of a dragon to her.

Lost in the magnificence of the structure, Stormkit almost missed the scent of the other cat. However it quickly dawned on her that there was a stranger present - a stranger not of WindClan. Feeling the hairs on her back bristle, the five moon old whipped around to find herself looking down at the African wildcat male.

This was the first time she encountered a non-WindClanner on her own. She swallowed the initial panic that welled in her throat, her face not betraying her feelings. Widened grey eyes trained on the male for a moment, before narrowing into slits. It didn't occur to the rather immature she-kit that he might not have been intending to harm her. All she knew was that she was scared, and she wasn't going to run. With a hiss, the she-kit launched straight at the male, claws unsheathed, and hoped that she'd be able to pin him down.

ooc ll sorry for lateness :x

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"Archery?"

She recalled Oliver holding archery lessons in camp a while ago. It intrigued her - the delicate way the weapon was crafted, yet to be so deadly in battle. The bow and arrow was definitely not Stormkit's weapon of choice - that she knew. But clearly, the green griffin had more experience than she would ever have.

"Who taught you archery? A-And how did you even get a bow and arrow in the first place?" Bows were hard to craft, and you don't find many lying around. Especially quality ones.
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As the kitsune spoke of how she found the marten, or how he found her, the black smoke picked up on her reluctance to delve too deeply into the story. While the she-kit was young, she knew when it was best to leave things be. If someone didn't tell you more, it was probably because they didn't want to. Storm wasn't going to be the one to press further. She accepted Ren's words with a nod.

Her ears perked up at Ren's offer to show her around the territory. The prospect of exploring the territory outside of camp was exciting, and the she-kit really couldn't resist. "That'd be great, actually," she said, not bothering to hide her eagerness.

"Oh, and it never occurred to me. I never got your name. Mine's Stormkit, may I have yours, m'am?"
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Stormkit decided she liked Redpaw. She was polite, she didn't ask her about her past, and she carried herself with a confidence that the she-kit wished she herself possessed more of. She was different from her brother, that was for sure. While Greypaw had his fair share of problems and issues, the black smoke found his brash honesty and straightforwardness refreshing.

The kit felt relieved as Redpaw went on. Six months? That was only a moon more of waiting, though "Yes m'am," Stormkit responded, her tail flicking behind her. While she could fend for herself, her moves were limited to basic strikes and raw use of claw and tooth and instinct. With proper training, the young female knew she could achieve and learn so much more. If my brother lays another filthy paw on me again, he will not have paws.

"What are you learning at the moment as an apprentice?"
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It was good to hear that medic apprentice was feeling fine, despite her obvious physical change. As Littlespirit responded, the black smoke couldn't help but laugh a little. "Fair enough," the she-kit said with a smile. "It's not everyday one casually finds themselves as a shrunken wildcat."
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"I'll take one too, if that's alright," the black smoke said as she trotted up from behind Cherviltea. She was a bit over five moons, so her task would have to be restricted to within camp. Stormkit was always looking for something to do, and having a task to do would provide her an outlet to use up some energy.
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The young Guardian came over to see what the fuss was about, but was briefly distracted by the silent pup. He reminded her of Boulevardlane - the young German Shepherd who could say nothing but her name when Stormkit had first met her, and the fondness she held for the canine seeped into her impression of the newcomer.

Lacking the cheery enthusiasm and bubbly friendliness that the others, perhaps save Soulsilver, the black smoke she-kit padded up next to Redpaw. While open to formally meeting the tom that first found her on the border, she was placid and curt in addressing him. "I believe the last time we met I wasn't having the best of days,", the female said, a ghost of a smile on her lips.

"I'm Stormkit."
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In comparison to the two males, Stormkit was as green as spring. She has not known the pain of loosing someone you loved deeply, the pain of losing a child. While she did not know and understand loss, she knew the emptiness of 'never having'. Still, the black smoke accepted that there were things she would never come to feel and understand, that she has not endured the pain that many have.

As the five moon old quietly approached, she dipped her head respectfully to Cherviltea before making her way over to Attie. Like she did before, the black smoke she-kit briefly placed a small paw atop of the coyote's, innocent naivety reflecting in the deep grey pools that were her eyes. She then moved away, making her way to Cherviltea's side. Atticus looked like he could use a bit of space, and the leader too, for that matter.
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The five moon old returned Rey's smile with her own grin. She was glad the other female didn't judge her and understood that her jumble of words was meant to be a greeting. The black smoke gave a grateful nod of her head as Rey handed her the confetti.

"Yes I am, m'am," Stormkit said in reply, blinking her grey eyes at the coywolf. "Who are you?" While the question came out as rather blunt, it was a genuine question and one had to forgive the kit's straightforward nature.
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Silver and Storm?

Depending on how they interact they can be friends/sisterly sort of relationship c:

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this is a request for a avatar!
picture -- black smoke turkish angora with gray/blue eyes
physique reference * *

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The newly appointed Guardian quietly made her way over to the leader's cabin. The five moon old had a few things she wanted to ask and clarify with Cherviltea, and perhaps Jonathan or another higher position, about her new role and its limitations. "Hello? Cherviltea?" the black smoke feline murmured, taking a seat as she waited.

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The young she-kit knew what it was like to feel disoriented, waking up in a new place with little recollection of previous events. It was not long ago that she herself had been in a very similiar situation to Marsella. Stormkit padded in after Cherviltea, her storm-gray eyes placid as she looked on, giving the direhound space. "You're safe here," the Guardian murmured, not wanting to overwhelm Marsella.

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"Marigold is one, if I remember correctly," the black smoke she-kit said as she made her way over to the herb lessons. She recalled her brother using it often to treat his wounds after fights with other streetcats. She herself had not a huge memory for all the names and remembering the properties of herbs, but she figured it was good to always learn and know for the future. You never know when it may come useful when there isn't a medic present.
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Position Needed: Cherviltea + Jonathan
Thread Link: https://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2489430.0
Explanation: Just want to clarify duties, expectations of being a Guardian