Posts by -SUGARKIT-

^{The small puff of wavy fur of a alabaster kitten could be seen next to the fresh kill pile. The remains of a bird laid in front of her. She knew some cats had been out hunting twice already while others were too busy with other things. Now the pile was quite small and meager. She had hoped the meal would ease some of her boredom, but it still lingered. She thought about practicing some of her battle moves in the small grassy spot to the side of camp but the idea seemed dull too. It would’ve been better if she had someone to spar with, but Sugar wasn’t the most popular cat around. Her shy stuttering nature had a lot to do with it. It didn’t bother her though, the only thing that mattered was helping the rest of the cats in her clan. She'd taken to tending to the small garden her and Asphodelpaw had created a week ago, since she was too young to do much, and she felt proud as she spotted small green fronds growing from the soft brown soil. She was almost like a mother, watching her children grow up. Although she was much too young to be a mother.}

^{But the plants had already been watered in the morn so she really had nothing to do. Her huge dark forest mint green lantern like hues traveled across the camp in search of anyone who didn’t seem busy. Her gaze halted on her mother, Lambstar, who was currently organizing a small hunting patrol. She knew she was much too young to participate so she sided by Mintkit and smiled softly, waving her long plummy feather banner as she greeted the large white mother.}

^{" Hi m-mom. "}

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^{Having gone shameful at herself and, getting lost in whatever was going on by her paws, nothing but dust and few little ants making their way about, it was safe to say that the mewing response was alarming. Thus, the molly's deep-sea green gaze snapped over to that of Asphodelpaw. No? No help at all? She felt her head fall in shame and claws dig in the mud frustration. Why'd she think he'd want her to help. For gods sake she was covered in mud!}

^{Yet, her worries, however they remained, faded slightly upon allowing wide green gaze to fall upon the medic's, large ears standing atop of her huge skull.}

^{" Y-yes. Planting. "}

^{She repeated confirming the tom. She watched wondering if he would turn her down once more. But the anger didn't come. Quite the opposite in fact. The tom smiled a bit agreeing to her idea. She was right? She felt a bit of excitement and pride fill her at the apprentice's praise. Sheepish smile soon tugging upon the corner of her muzzle, as the gutless tom shuffled her weight lightly, breaking the eye contact she briefly held. But it seemed Asphodelpaw didn't notice as she slipped out of sight back into his den.}

^{She sat there waiting for a bit before her returned with a bundle of odd smelling plants and seeds. Grasping the herbage in her tiny jaws she flicked her tongue all the way back to avoid the intense foul taste of the plants. Her short limbs carried her forwards, shuffling softly on the ground following as fast as she could on stubby legs to the small spot where her friend paused between the medicine den and camp walls. Dropping the plants on the ground she smiled at the secluded space. Perfect. Her tongue slipped out to rasp at her rubbery lips to rid the taste before her gaze fell on Asphodel's.}

^{" Wh-what now? "}

^{[ Sorry for taking so long <33 ]}

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^{After the never ending lights of the morn, Sugarkit underestimated the utter blackness of nighttime in the woods. In her mind the trees would be black trunks against a bluish charcoal sky, the path would become deepest brown and the moonlight would bleach the stones within it. Hadn't every description of woods at night been like that? Even if there was a moon tonight its silvery rays would not penetrate the dense canopy above. It could be no blacker in a coffin, six feet under and piled with dirt. She began to breathe the cool air more rapidly. The darkness pressed in on her from all sides and her body screamed for her to get up and run. She sank lower to her mossy nest by her mother, Lambstar, on the damp earth of early fall, and settled in to wait for dawn. All the while she listened for the night time frights.}

^{And it seemed that all payed off at the sound of the most bone chilling and heart frightening hoot from an owl. Almost like a warning call of something to come. Unlike her den-mate Pumpkinkit, she was quite frightened of the noise. She was still so young and her skittish nature allowed her to fear of the suffocating dark and eerily quite of night. But the silence had been shattered and she whimpered softly, fluffy white pelt snuggling closer to her mother's curve of her warm belly, sliding beside her siblings. Her deep-sea green eyes screwed shut as she tried to fall asleep.}

^{But all failed at the sound of a soft voice. She was tempted to ignore it and pretend to be asleep. She knew she shouldn't have been awake at that time. Her mothers would be furious. Especially after her little event with the ThunderClan medic during the time she was supposed to be napping.}

^{And yet as the lad spoke against in the dark of night she finally broke in. In was quite late and maybe if she was outside she could see better in the night with the aid of the moon and stars.}

^{" W-wait for me. "}

^{Her voice was soft and hushed as she slowly shuffled to her paws, careful not to wake her mother before shuffling on short limbs out of the den to the open air. What did this kit want outside anyways? Could they not sleep like she?}

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^{The chill winds swept across the grassy glade, the breeze making the bushes sway. The cold river scent drifted alongside the smell of windswept moor in the wind, slowly sweeping through the ThunderClan camp, chilling the cats that lay within it's walls. Inside the nursery, a small coil of alabaster fluff rest, tail lightly laying across the she's muzzle. The cold chill of day crawled to the she-cat through her spine, wavering her to wake. She removed her long fluffy tail gently from it's lay, and silently sat up, eyelids slowly splitting apart revealing moss colored hues.}

^{The feather pattern around her den vanished from the heavy gusts of the cold breeze, pushing the feathers up in a corner. When the she-cat had become fully awake, she stood, slowly padding to the entrance of the den where she lay. Now standing up outside, her long fur did blow ever so gently in the chill, lightly cruising it's winds.}

^{The air no longer tasted sweet on the tip of her small pink tongue, for the atmosphere was far more chilling and crisp. And although she was never around in the days of green-leaf she imagined it to be quite nice by the stories, where she could lounge before the golden rays of the sun. Learning the seasons that the warriors lived was a new experience. As was being more socially active. But she felt the tug of boredom and spotted her older friend -or could she call him friend- and rose to her short stubby limbs and padded forwards.}

^{" H-hello. "}

^{Her voice was soft and hushed unsure weather it was okay to take a seat with the two much older and well...more important cats. Her long tail swished in the crisp air uncertainly, swishing small bits of dust here and there as her emerald hues glanced around.}

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^{A rather stout, long-furred kit, one that probably rested around the age of 3 or 4 moons, was settled near the fresh-kill pile. The mildly chilly breezes that somehow managed to brush into camp was certainly a new experience for the younger molly. She'd never really experienced true coldness before and luckily for her, her soft, long, wavy, alabaster fur helped keep her warm. Sugarkit - the molly - was definitely one of the less.. active.. cats. She preferred to stick around in the nursery most of the time, with her two mothers -Lambstar and Slatewing-, clinging to kithood and her parents. Plus she preferred her warm nest and her nice, comfy life that she lead, one with minimal exercising and socialization and well...anything really, over during the moments being a stuttering mess while enduring social interaction. Yet with her parents being absent lately she decided to go out and enjoy the movement and bustle.}

^{Though now she swept a paw toward the fresh-kill pile, quickly swiping over a piece of prey- one she soon identified as a mouse, though it didn't matter. Hunger gnawed at the long-furred kit lightly, and although she wasn't too hungry, it wouldn't hurt to keep her belly full while there was prey- and while she was still comfortably hungry. It certainly would be bad if she was scrambling to eat when she was so hungry. Padding away from the pretty pile she sat beneath a young sapling, leaves under paw creating a padding to rest upon in a way. Curling her large plummy tail around her short limbs she settled down.}

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^{Hues of vibrant emerald swirled with paris green as her bright translucent optics blinked away the bitter frost nipping gently at her. Dipping her crown down she opened a maw at the equator, of bright pink reinforced with tiny thorny ivories. Sinking the miniature spears into the soft flesh of the creature she felt warm blood seep into her jaws flooding her senses with warmth. Pulling away she ripped flesh off the morsel of meat before chewing slowly, savoring the flavors flowing through her.}

^{Small tufted auditors flicked at the spot of noise, head raising and swinging to face the culprit of the speech. Before her stood a pale ginger tabby femme grasping a small limp ball of hazel fur. Plummy, long tail of the squirrel swung lightly in the air as the feminine moved towards Sugarkit. Frightened and unsure what to say, she began in a rushed tone.}

^{" Ah, h-hello Tigerkit! " she squeaked loudly. Shifting to give room to share, at the inquiry of the kit, she nodded, " Y-yes, yes of c-course. " Growing nervous and unsure, she shifted slightly in her seat, glancing over to the ginger female. " S-so...h-how have you been f-fitting into ThunderC-Clan? " A little breaking the ice, get to know, anything to dispel the awkward silence honestly.}

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^{She’d missed her mother, Lambstar not slatewing. Slatewing was still alive. Lambstar...was not. At such a young age she’d watched her mothers dead body placed in the dirt and scuffed over by the thick icing, teacakes smothered and melting slowly in the coming spring. Not it was just a muddy slush at her giant mitts. Now all that was left was lambtuft. It was so strange. Her mother being around but at the same time not. She was no longer giving out orders but being ordered. It felt wrong.}

^{She pushed aside dirt, sifting it slowly, before taking a thick weed in her jaws and yanking it upwards, beneath the overhang of brambles the small patch what sheltered from the snow and only held soft dirt and a small sprout. Tossing the dark green weed aside she then turned her heard around at the sound of a voice.}

^{Wrekless was the word for his sentences. So distatefully place together it made her green eyes screw shut, jungles hiding behind frosty snow. She glanced over, watching the tiny tom kit speak such words that made her elandesque auditors quiver and tilt backwards, thumbtacking to her fluffy skull. What kit in their right mind would use such words in such an improper arrangement? It was like lazily placed flowers in a vase, so child-like it made her wince.}

^{" You’re doing it all wrong. " her voice smooth and gentle yet trickled with tiny annoyance. " It’s what’s cooking good looking. " normally her voice would be laced with slight stutters here and there but the thick vexation she felt with the bread crumb like words allowed her voice to come out smooth as honey and sharp as the twigs which decorated her neck and long feathery tail.}

^{On stubby cherub legs she waddled forwards, before casting her head upwards to stare with amusement as the kitten scrambled up the nursery roof. And curiously watched as what seemed like his sister followed suit. She wondered softly to herself what it would be like up there. It course she couldn’t reach it on her tiny limbs which collects cold snow in her wavy belly fur.}

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