[center]
dance baby dance — kathriel — riverclan — they/them — tags
[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 115%]subbie track
[center]
dance baby dance — kathriel — riverclan — they/them — tags
[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 115%]subbie track
[center]
dance baby dance — kathriel — riverclan — they/them — tags
[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 115%]
[ adding tags once i get to my laptop ]
the loss of warmth from the womb left the pup shivering as the air hit their body for the first time. the real world was dark, cold, and a mystery to them. the only source of comfort that could be found was an odd scent that equated to safe, home, and comfort in the newborn's mind. they wanted more of that scent. this place was much different from the womb they had once lived in among other unborn pups.
squirming helplessly, the angelihund would make their way towards the reassuring scent. the pup pauses momentarily as something wet and firm runs over their body, momentarily expelling the chills that plagued their young form. once the strange object cuts off contact, the newborn would find themselves nose deep into the source of the relaxing scent. besides them another figure squirmed about but for the time being they would chose to ignore the other pup. instead, the angelihund would bury themselves deeper into the soft fur and curl up into a tight ball before drifting off. being born was exhausting and having found a great source of warmth lulled the pup to sleep.
[fancypost=bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid transparent; width: 430px; font-family: corbel; size: 6pt;]
[center]
dance baby dance — kathriel — riverclan — they/them — tags
[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 115%] baby blues curiously flick over the unfamiliar feline as she asks about ivylee. while the child had been out of the nursery prior to today, it was still a bit strange to see outsiders coming and going as they pleased. the soft pink nose of the alabaster-colored pup gives the air an investigative sniff as they pad up to stand near brooklyn without a word. hopefully everything was alright. they couldn't imagine why someone would need the leader unless there was a problem but who knew. maybe it was just a social call.
[center]
dance baby dance — kathriel — riverclan — they/them — tags
[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 115%]wide eyes regard the teary-eyed lion cub as their owner approaches, the unspoken question of why written plainly across their features. that wasn't a very good 'dad-thing' to do to someone's kid. dads weren't suppose to do that to their pups, or in this case, cubs. maybe it was an accident that the lion cub got left behind. it was a very bad accident, but the child couldn't imagine why else it would happen. what a cruel thing to do.
coming up besides crocodilepaw, the small angelihund would look towards the other child with concerned eyes before letting it slide over to their clanmates. a frown would appear on the pup's maw hearing the debate over whether or not to bring the ex-cartel member back to camp with them. they were just a kid. kathriel wouldn't want to be left homeless if tephrael abandoned them. it would never happen of course, but they could only imagine what an emotional wreck the cub was on the inside right now.
[center]
dance baby dance — kathriel — riverclan — they/them — tags
[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 115%]turning the name over in their head, the child would be unable to produce any prior knowledge about the stranger -which was to be expected. kathriel had yet to leave the safety of the camp aside from a few explorations in the immediate, surrounding territory. maybe it was a good thing. it seemed like members of other clans came around fairly often and they were in no shape to protect themselves if something happened. perks of being a pup, they supposed.
kathriel's ears flick back towards the sound of a familiar rumble coming from behind them. light-colored eyes soon follow their eyes in time to see their father approaching with a dangerous glint in their eyes. that's new. offering a small wag of their tail, the child would watch as tephrael moves to sit in front of them before nudging them completely behind him. stumbling a little to comply, the soft-furred pup would find themself peering around their father's back to keep an eye on the exiler. did they really live in a cesspit? that sounds unsanitary.
[center]
dance baby dance — kathriel — riverclan — they/them — tags
[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 115%]noticing the rather fat rodent racing towards their sibling, kathriel would lunge forward in attempt to grab the rat. slamming a paw down on the creature's tail, the angelihund would manage to render it immobile for the time being. light green eyes peer curiously down at the plump animal before giving it an investigative prod with their free foreleg only to get a nip on the foot in return. yelping out in surprise, the alabaster child would quickly retract their paw before placing it gently on top of the rat. that's rude. studying the creature for a moment later, they would look over towards phaedriel with the question, "where'd you find it?"
the child's eyes study the other before looking down at the rat again. "i don't know if dad will let you keep it," they remark as they peer around their own paws at the squeaking animal under them. "it's not very clean.... or nice for that matter."
they could be friends with kathriel
*rolls in as well*
hey kids
[center]
dance baby dance — kathriel — riverclan — they/them — tags
[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 115%]a ceasefire was good. that meant that they weren't fighting anymore, right? that's what the child assumed at least based on the bits of relief they saw flash across their clanmates' faces. padding up besides arcanepaw, the angelihund would take a seat to listen to the ideas being tossed about as they tried to come up with their own. the whole 'interact with other clans'- thing was still a bit new to kathriel.
[center]
dance baby dance — kathriel — riverclan — they/them — tags
[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 115%]the growing pup scurries over with wide eyes. not good. this isn't good. taking in the scene for a moment, the child would tear their eyes away from their fallen leader to look up at the lioness. "what happened to her?" hopefully the medic would come along soon. kathriel didn't know much about medicine yet but this did not look like it would fix itself on its own any time soon.
[center]
dance baby dance — kathriel — riverclan — they/them — tags
[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 115%]"can you not walk, mister?" comes the soft voice of the angelihund as they approach. light eyes peer curiously at the fox as they pad over with a slight bounce to their gait. risking a glance towards the golden retriever who had been eating, kathriel would turn to look back at the lazy fox with their head cocked to the side. "your legs seem fine to me." they were innocent remarks. the child had yet to grasp the concept of sarcasm as a whole. therefore, it seemed a bit odd a perfectly healthy creature would ask for the help of another.
hey batter
BEAUTIFUL
[center]
dance baby dance — kathriel — riverclan — they/them — tags
[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 115%]kathriel wasn't the one called but they showed up anyways. curiosity shines in lightly colored eyes as the child trots over. large ears prick towards the riverguard in an attentive manner as the pup pads forward. this seemed serious so the angelihund would hold back a bit, if need be, esca could always shoo them away, right? however, that didn't mean kathriel lacked any manners what so ever. they would 'respectfully' eavesdrop from a distance.
batter i swear to god
[center]
dance baby dance — kathriel — riverclan — they/them — tags
[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 115%]the child's eyes turn up to the medic's with mild disbelief. just an accident? oh dear, how bad would it be if it was on purpose? it didn't help that kathriel didn't fully believe the warlord. not that they didn't trust her it was just that ivy's current state did not look natural whatsoever.
instead, the pup would pull their tail in on themselves -much like a cat- in hopes of finding comfort there. the angelihund's eyes would never leave ivylee's limp body as they wait for them to wake up or for the medic to start doing something.
[center]
dance baby dance — kathriel — riverclan — they/them — tags
[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 115%]the child probably didn't mind as much as they should as tephrael pulls them closer. there had to be a reason for it right? not to mention, they were much more comfortable pressed up against their father's side then sitting in their own personal space bubble. from their spot next to the larger angelihund, kathriel would listen as the conversation bounces back and forth with the visitor. oddly enough, ivylee seemed to be almost protecting the strange feline. why would she protect her if dad doesn't trust them? while they understood ivylee was leader of the clan, it seemed a bit odd that someone like her dad would find someone untrustworthy while the leader seemed to think that they were safe to be around.
before the child could voice the question, tephrael would sharply draw their own contribution to the conversation to an end. oh, that was quick. hopefully ivylee would take care of this, and by take care of it kathriel meant get rid of katherine. while they did not know the cat personally, they had come to the quick conclusion that they shouldn't be trusted. however, that didn't meant that they weren't interested in hear what the feline had to say to defend herself. unfortunately, it would appear that they were leaving as well if the way the ground suddenly disappeared from their paws said anything about the matter as the pup's father picks them up before walking away from the scene. oh well. maybe next time.
[center]
dance baby dance — kathriel — riverclan — they/them — tags
[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 115%]"can i learn too?" light green eyes turn to look towards coralie mae and newt as the child briskly trots over. the need to swim had yet to come up but if the small, fluffy dog wanted to learn, they might as well too. besides, who knew when it would come in handy.
[center]
dance baby dance — kathriel — riverclan — they/them — tags
[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 115%]thankfully, it appeared that the child would be allowed to learn too. not that they thought they would be turned away but they were still young. an excited grin breaks out on the small angelhund's maw as their own tail begins to wag fiercely as well. "okay! thank you!" chirps out the pup before they quickly bounce over towards kate. light green eyes would jump over towards the leader as she makes her own appearance before looking over towards coralie mae. she had said she'd teach them right, along with newt. [color=#ba0a0a8]"so.. what do we do first?"[/color] honestly, they thought it would be self-explanatory but there was no way they were about to divide in without knowing what to do.
[center]
dance baby dance — kathriel — riverclan — they/them — tags
[fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 115%]the child never had the desire to eat. there was a legitmate reason but they'd never gotten around to asking. kathriel was still alive and healthy right? why mess with a good thing? with large ears pricked forward, the child would trot over to peer down at the deceased animal with a wrinkled nose. "does it make that much of a difference if it is hot or cold?" the pup questions, "for the most part it smells the same."