Posts by shantih

Kit Name: Dewey
Kit Description: Dewey is a cream tabby, with chocolate brown eyes, and pale - almost white - ears. He is small for his age, looking somewhat scrawny.
Potential Personality: Dewey is cautious and thoughtful, still trying to figure out his place in the world. He is rather quiet for a kit, yet he can be tactlessly blunt at times. However, Dewey makes a caring friend who will stand by your side through the good times and the bad - as long as he has time to be indecisive before making a decision.

Edit: Shoot - I literally remembered the 'no blue' rule as I was walking out the door. Sorry about that. He was renamed Dewey in honour of the Dewey Decimal System :)

Wow, you guys really are one big crazy mushy ball of welcome - once again, I feel the need to say:
I feel welcomed!

The title pretty much says it all - I have a chara in Windlcan, and I need someone to RP with her.
Her name is Sparrowkit. She's light brown with darker tabby markings. She's playful and energetic - described as spunky.

So post away!

Sure, sounds great. I'll keep an eye on the Nursery board :) - but if you don't want to start the post, just PM me.

Haha, I can't wait either.
(But what do I do if Dewey is taken - google 'Obscure baby names?')

Sparrowkit had been trying to find somewhere dry, out of the rain, to sit and not get soaked. Seeing another kit enter the Elder's Den, she realized what a good idea this was and followed the kit's example. Sparrowkit entered the cave, and recognized the other kit as Zinniakit.
'Hello,' she mewed to Zinniakit. Sitting down in a corner, Sparrowkit curled her tail around her paws. 'Are you here to listen to the elder's stories?'
Usually Sparrowkit had little to no patience for sitting around listening to stories of long-ago, but the Elder's Den was dry, and the sound of the raindrops on the cave roof became a soothing lullaby to the she-kit's ears - stifling a yawn, Sparrowkit was in the mood for sitting down quietly for once in her life.

'Yes, I am,' said Sparrowkit to Zinniakit. She turned around in surprise when she heard pawsteps, seeing another cat enter the Elder's Den.
She listened to him speak, suddenly feeling shy when accussed of 'barging' into the Elder's Den. Usually Sparrowkit was talkative for a kit, but she felt somewhat awed by what the cat - Victorythrill, that was it! - was saying.
Suddenly finding her tongue, Sparrowkit spoke. 'Are you sure that all of the elders are dead?' she asked. 'How could all of them be dead? What happened to them?'

ooc: Evil elder ... *evil cackle*
IC:
Sparrowkit screeched at the top of her lungs when she heard the voice come out of nowhere. She stopped screeching once she saw that what had spoken wasn't something out of a nightmare, but instead a cat - plus she had pretty powerful vocal cords when the situation arose.
Sides trembling, Sparrowkit peeped at the elder. He didn't look that scary ... so why was he yelling at them? Sparrowkit was shaking all over, but she wasn't sure exactly what she was feeling any more. Upset? Angry? Scared? If only there was a name for the mixture of all three ...

Sparrowkit nervously eyed the elder. His words were sane enough - if they came from any other cat she wouldn't be concerned. But the way this cat spoke, he sounded like a kit who was enjoying himself. But he was an elder who was seasons old, not a three moon-old kit like herself.
But at least Kit-Elder - which Sparrowkit had named him inside her head - wasn't yelling at her and Zinniakit anymore, and that was good. Or at least it was for the time being. So Sparrowkit took a deep breath and sat down, keeping her spine unnaturally straight - poised to grab Zinniakit and run for the hills need be.

Sparrowkit heard Victorythrill's words, unsure of what to think. At least this cat seemed mentally stable - unlike Kit-Elder, who had to reassure them that he wasn't mad. And even if Kit-Elder's story was bad and full of contradictions, at least it was dry in the Elder's Den. Unconsciously, Sparrowkit had relaxed her posture. Without realizing, she had trusted Kit-Elder enough to breathe normally in front of him. Maybe the trust came from the knowledge that he was a part of Windclan, and thus had to be good.

Sparrowkit resisted the urge to laugh when she heard the name spoken. Horseradish? The poor thing would have been Horsekit ...

All trust Sparrowkit had placed in Kit-Elder's sanity was now well and truly gone. Starstarstar, the purple squirrel? Squirrels weren't purple - and you didn't turn the colour of the food that you ate! Sparrowkit that Kit-Elder was a cat she certainly didn't want to be left alone with - this cat was just plain crazy. Sparrowkit's instincts took over.
Fight or flight? Fight or flight?
Of course she chose the latter.
'Um, thanks for the story,' she said, trying to retain her manners - good impressions were always invaluable, 'it was really ... interesting. But I have to go now. Bye everyone!' She shoot a quick look at Zinniakit, wondering what the other kit was thinking. But there was no way she was sticking around to find out.
Sparrowkit scampered outside the Elder's Den. Thankfully it wasn't raining as heavily as it had before. Regardless, Sparrowkit hissed. She hated getting wet. Maybe she should have stayed ...

OOC: I liked the story. Poor Starstarstar *sob* Life is so cruel! :)

Dewey was blind, sightless. Yet instinct told him that the mass of soft warmth next to him was good. Squeaking and purring, he struggled foward on his small, cream-coloured paws, and began to suckle at his mother's side.
Once he had drank his full, Dewey rested his head on the ground, quickly falling asleep. After all, being born was a tiring experience for a kit.

Dewey was dreaming - nothing in particular, he was too young to really understand anything, just colours. Suddenly he was jolted awake by something running over his coat - he squeaked in protest before a part of him realized that this was for his own good. Once the sensation was over, he again buried his head in the softness that was his mother's coat, and again drifted to sleep.

OOC: Sorry this took so long, my internet kinda crashed. Stupid connection so darn unreliable ...
IC:
Sparrowkit was awoken by the sounds of pawsteps on the ground. She blinked a few times, before realizing who it was.
'Featherglow!' she cried out, leaping over to where her old friend was resting on the ground.
Yet as she reached the she-cat, Sparrowkit quickly realized that Featherglow had changed. Sparrowkit remembered what Featherglow had previously told her about her kits - but then she had been slimmer. Featherglow was rounder now - she must be closer to her kitting.

'Are you moving into the nursery now?' asked Sparrowkit excitedly. If it was time, she would be seeing Featherglow every day!

OOC: I'm going to be away for the 7th, I'm going to a funeral - I'm sorry ... :(
IC:
Sparrowkit purred when Featherglow licked her between the ears, flicking her ears back and forth excitedly - this was great! She purred even louder at the mention of becoming an apprentice; Sparrowkit could hardly wait to become Sparrowpaw! But to her the two moons seemed ages away, and she had not really thought about warrior training would be like.

'Oh, I've been good,' said Sparrowkit in response to Featherglow's question. It was not a lie. 'The other day an elder told me and Zinniakit a story.' She didn't mention that the hero of the previously mentioned story was a purple cat named Starstarstar - that was for later. 'What about you?' she asked.

I wonder if the Cullenists are cullinary?

Sparrowkit listened to Featherglow's tale, eyes wide. She couldn't wait until she became a warrior, but until then listening to what other warriors had been up to was just as good. Sparrowkit had a sometimes overactive imagination, and could see the entire scene in her mind's eye.

'Wow,' she mewed, clearly impressed. 'You must have been really brave to be able to fight a Riverclanner,' Sparrowkit added shyly, 'whenever bad things happen my head goes all funny and I forget what to do.' Deep down, she was secretly thinking that Featherglow's kits would be lucky to have such a brave mother.

OOC: Thanks for understanding :)

'Well ... okay,' said Sparrowkit, a little unsure of herself. She always seemed to panic when she needed level-headed thinking the most. It seemed as if she would never be brave enough to fight another cat, let alone know what to do when an enemy one approached.

Sitting down next to Featherglow, Sparrowkit began washing her white front paws - although they were now a light brown, like the rest of her coat, from walking on the dusty ground. She washed them thoroughly until they were white again.

'When did you start warrior training?' she asked, curious. 'I'm starting in two moons. What was it like?'

OOC: ... I had writer's block ...

Song listened. Listening to days of Featherglow's apprenticeship only made her yearn for her own more. But she would have to wait ... for now.

'That sounds great,' she said, 'the training, the other apprentices ...' Sparrowkit wondered who her mentor would be. Obviously not Featherglow - she would still be nursing her kits when Sparrowkit became an apprentice - but she hoped it would be someone nice.

OOC: Okay, I admit it. I've been diagnosed with severe writer's block. Maybe we should blow everything up just so something happens ...

OOC: No probs, I've bit busy myself. And on another note, doesn't Sparrowkit already know the hunter's crouch? Meh...
IC:
'I've been doing my hunter's crouch every day,' said Sparrowkit proudly, 'but my balance is still a bit wonky.'
Mimicing Featherglow's movements, Sparrowkit crouched down low, trying to spread the weight evenly between her paws. She succeeded in doing so, but only for a few steps - before falling over onto one side and yelping out.
'Well, maybe I haven't totally got the hunter's crouch yet,' said Sparrowkit a little sheepishly, picking herself up off the ground.