Posts by cherrypaw-

TAGS ☆彡the kitten had been picked up by a skyclan patrol, abet hissing and kicking. it was clear to those that had found her that she was starving- her ribs poked out, and she was extremely weak. perhaps if she had been better fed, she would've shown that patrol just how handsy she really was. but that was besides the point. she had been brought back to camp, fed, and then promptly bathed in a vile substance she didn't understand. the kitten had been flea ridden, so obviously they had to go, but she hadn't known, or understood that. she had to be physically held down, but the job was done. even now, whenever she groomed herself, she could taste the vile substance they used upon her tongue. after the torture was done, she had slightly assumed they'd leave her alone. but no, they stuffed her into the nursery (again, whatever that was), surrounded by fussy queens, kittens, and just strangers she didn't know. it was stuffy in there, and she was scared. even she could admit such a thing, considering that this wasn't particularly normal for her. she missed her second mother, and their shared den.

whenever someone would approach, she'd hiss at them, small claws unsheathed, as if to be threatening. she was pressed up against the nursery's walls as far as it'd allow, but still, she squeezed herself further. her options were to either fight everyone there, or to hide, so she picked the latter. not because she wasn't brave, or didn't think she could do it, but because it was the smartest option. although feral, and not understanding their language, she had deduced that they wouldn't hurt her. in fact, they looked more like her then her second-mother had (although this earned no brownie points with her).

a day passed, and then several. she hadn't yet to venture out of the nursery, and only ate when one was kind enough to remember to feed her. which, was practically all the time. the queens never stopped talking, gargled language going through her ears meaninglessly, but she knew enough to realize that the sighs and tsking noises they made at her probably wasn't a good thing. her reaction to those noises was always a short lived glare. short lived, simply because she was too busy digging into her meal. the food here wasn't pelleted, but the taste was better, even if bloody and all that.

ears flicker forward tentatively whenever she hears her 'name'. technically, she's never had a name before, and she wasn't entirely sure what exactly a 'name' was. only that one of the queens had started calling her that, before they were all addressing her as such. she hadn't had a choice in it, but they had named her accordingly- tigerkit. aggressive, slightly scared, always on the prowl. her pinkish red eyes always looked at them judgingly, untrustingly, so those were the only traits anyone had to go off of.

she peers out tentatively from the tree hollow, jaw tightening. another reason as to why she hadn't tried escaping yet was how far up they were. she hadn't been taught how to climb yet, but she had observed the others, before making her move. plus, the fall wasn't that far down, or so she hoped. tiny, needle like claws dig into tree bark aggressively. it's a slow descend for the albino kitten, but she manages to not break her neck. when her paws touch the forest floor, she'd press herself up against the tree, wondering why she had thought this was such a good idea. now, there were cats everywhere! little mini-look alikes! not colored like she was, but not like second-mother, either. to say she was terrified would be an understatement. for some reason, she had thought there would be less weird things out of the tree. she had been wrong.

TAGS ☆彡tigerkit didn't understand a word of what they were saying. she assumed they were communicating, she just didn't understand it. her eyes would dart between the two, before finally focusing her gaze upon mothpaw. she was closer to her then juniperkit, and she was bigger, which made her more of a threat. the kitten would bare it's teeth in warning, before tilting it's cranium in juniperkit's direction. she'd watch the tom-kit for a moment, more curious then anything else. oi, she'd mimic the word, the noise, not understanding what it meant, or any of the other words that followed. she did, however, get the gist that the other was taunting her. there was nothing she could do to properly respond to his call, except to give him a crude, dirty look.

her attention would fly back to mothpaw, and she'd grimace in the other she-cat's direction. she briefly tried to smile, too, but she couldn't do it. these tree-things were too many in number, and some were bigger then her. it didn't help her confidence, her case, at all. she'd hang onto the edge of the tree, hugging close to it, and bolt as far away from mothpaw as she possibly could. something had caught her eye, and ignoring the other two, she'd pounce on the leaf she had seen moving in the wind. grasping it with her claws, she'd move it to her mouth, sitting back on her haunches, as if proudly displaying her catch. despite having not lived with cats, she was still feline by nature, and still had those instincts.

TAGS ☆彡out of everyone gathered, the kitten hated brookfur the least. which, wasn't to say she overly liked the other or anything of the sort, but the she-kit was still young, and needed something familiar to cling to. brookfur was her most obvious choice. despite their first meeting, tigerkit hadn't hated the bath that much, until that stinky stuff had been added in. the kitten deemed the bigger creature lucky, as she would've fought back more (then she already did) had she been healthy. remembering the bath left the feral with a sour taste in her mouth, and her expression briefly said as such. when she came to, the medicine cat was closer to her then she would've liked. she'd tense, leaf still hanging from her maw. spitting it out as an afterthought, her gaze would look towards the older she-cat, and then to the herbs. she supposes she should be good, but there was no fun in that. small, needle like claws would extend, and tentatively begin to knead into said leafage. not exactly shredding them to pieces, but clearly showing her displeasure at the prospect. the kitten didn't care how much nectar slathered those weird things, they always left a certain taste in her mouth. as she did so, she continued to gaze heavily at brookfur, as if engaged in a staring contest with her. the kitten's red eyes might've looked unnerving then, but she wasn't polite enough, or conscious enough, to notice, if so.

tigerkit wasn't exactly shy. she was more-so terrified, and defensive of her surroundings. aggressive, too, if surrounded, or pushed too far. she wasn't the type to sit back, and take it, always hissing or showing her canines roughly. she didn't know proper cat etiquette, and she wasn't entirely keen on learning just yet. they were still strangers to her, monsters at other points. sure, they looked like she did, instead of like second mother, but she had been raised by things on two legs, and a dog. whatever these things were weren't the norm for her. she was curious by them, but also scared. as juniperkit talked, her gaze would swerve to the other kitten, as if attempting to comprehend the noises that came out of his mouth. in truth, she was tense, as if waiting for the other to attack. she could take juniperkit in a fight- or at least, try, compared to the bigger things around her.

the albino had yet to find a reason to stay in skyclan, and therefore had no intention of learning how to properly talk just yet. she could mimic some sounds, and force her mouth to make gargled words, but even then, she wasn't sure on the effect in which they held. another voice would ring out, and she did not like that tone at all. she'd grimace in lavenderskies direction, ears angling backwards. she'd inch closer to brookfur, and at the same time, push the herbs in the direct opposite direction of herself. stubborn, unyielding, as usual. her trust in them had yet to be built up, so she didn't know what was expected of her in this situation.

TAGS ☆彡tigerkit is an albino kitten whose completely feral, give or take. she's intelligent, but currently unwilling to learn the way of the clan just yet. she will mimic sounds and words (or at least attempt to) at random, but it's a hit or miss. she doesn't trust anyone, except for maybe brookfur, and will react violently (as violently as a kit can lol) if pressured/pushed too much. she doesn't usually attempt to pick fights but she's pretty defensive/scared of the new environment right now, and this could possibly lead to mistakes lol. anyway, she's open to people trying to interact with her, and whatever you'd like! however, all of the threads made must be OPEN threads, as tigerkit would NOT icly stay in one place, alone with just one cat, for long.

TAGS ☆彡tigerkit didn't care about their rules, mostly because she didn't understand them. and even if she did, would she have listened? her personality was a bit of a mess, dominated primarily by a strong will to survive. although her ribs poked out even now, and although walking a long distance still tired her unlike before, she was getting some strength back. that was due to, in part, to brookfur. she could understand at least this part, and perhaps that's why the kitten was almost always seen stalking after brookfur, in an almost grudging manner. like, she didn't actually want to depend on the other, but she didn't see any way out of the situation.

anyway, that's how she ended up out of camp. her ears would flicker back, and her jaw would tighten at the sight of the upcoming group, however. crinkling her nose, the kitten would stiffen slightly, gaze following the movement of brookfur's tail. with little warning, she'd attempt to bat at the medicine cat's tail, thankfully keeping her claws put away. she had never learned how to kitten, and sometimes weird urges would follow. she had no reason as to why she suddenly did this, she just did.

TAGS ☆彡the albino kitten would walk over, curious by the call. she didn't understand it, or what was going on, but she'd puff her chest out instinctively, making herself look bigger then what she was.

TAGS ☆彡the feral kitten's ears would lay flat at the call, muscles tensing at the sudden loudness. one would expect her to be getting use to it, considering the clan itself was always bustling, but she wasn't. barring her canines, mostly to herself, she'd tentatively get closer to the initial call, curiosity drawn by the fact that others seemed to be grouping towards it. she'd grimace to herself as the voice eventually continued talking, gargled words that she did not understand coming from the creature. still, little tigerkit stayed where she stood, eyeing the group warily.

TAGS ☆彡the albino's ears would flicker hesitantly upwards at the call. call this way, call that way. why did they insist upon calling? she didn't understand, but she didn't entirely mind it. she had been use to second-mother's random howls, so this wasn't much worse then that. tentatively, she'd approach forward, red oculars giving the growing group a once over, before placing herself on the very edge of it.

TAGS ☆彡an ear would twitch back at the humming from brookfur. unaccustomed with the noise, it startled her, but not too badly for her to show an actual physical reaction to it. her red gaze would swing backwards, observing the medicine cat curiously, almost stubbornly. her name was called, whatever it was, but it didn't do much, considering the kitten's gaze was already permanently locked onto the medicine cat, as if judging her motives, and values all in one go. little tigerkit didn't trust much, but something had to be clinged onto.

now, she didn't actually understand the tail gesture thing. she usually only followed because it caught her interest. aka, she wanted to either play fight it, or eat it, or maybe pounce on it. or all three? nothing was usually decided without more thought, and most of the time, she didn't give it too much thought. mm, the kitten would gurgle, oculars locked onto that tail. a bit grudgingly, she'd follow brookfur, mimicking what the movements she did, all the while her gaze stayed upon that flickering tail.

TAGS ☆彡brookfur had shown tigerkit the medicine den, but she had already been interested in the building. she was accustomed to twoleg's buildings, even if she didn't know that that was the terminology to refer to them as. grimacing to herself whenever anyone would approach, the albino would unhurriedly slip into the cottage, red eyes round. she wanted to explore, badly, but she kept the urge to herself, not entirely trusting of these creatures, and their words. her ears turn backwards, twitching ever so slightly. to say she was on high alert would be an understatement, but she manages to slip into the herb smelling place without much trouble. now, she doesn't know who'll be in there, nor does she bother to check. she's more interested in snooping, in glancing down at the leafage.

her little, needle like claws go in and out as she thinks, casting the herbs an unreadable look. tigerkit had shredded brookfur's herbs before, more so out of anger, frustration, and to test the other's level of trustworthiness. so far, no one had caused her harm, but that didn't mean they wouldn't. her jaw clenches, and her paw hovers, as if debating on whether or not she should tear another leaf or two. honestly, she doesn't understand their purpose, only to eat when told to. something about them is familiar, in the back of her head, but the memory, if it exists, doesn't mean much to the feral kitten.

she licks her lips meaningfully, removes her claws, and instead, goes around snooping for something else. something she sees almost everyday, a combination of ugly looking greens covered in something that's something to make it appetizing. and that's what they'll find her doing, whoever accidentally stumbles upon the rummaging kitten.