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Finchstorm flicked his tail, watching as the kits curled up around their mother. One gray like him, one silver and white, one blue witha white bib and paws, one smokey black. They were sleepy, he could tell, and their fur was fluffy as it began to dry. Hesitantly, Finchstorm leaned forward, inspecting his kits with pride.

Berrykit licked the warm milk from her whiskers. She could sense another cat, not her mother or her siblings, close to her. Intrigued, the tiny kit turned, her whiskers twitching. But the cold wind ruffled Berrykit's fluffed fur, chilling her, and she turned back to her mother, pressing herself against the soft fur and round belly.

Pebblekit could feel his mother's heart beating, and one of his sister's pelts pressed to his back. For a moment the wind buffeted his soft kit pelt, but, as though another cat had stepped in it's way, the wind cut off. Pebblekit shivered once, opening his small jaws in a silent yawn, then slowly drifted off to sleep.

IC:
kay! ;)

OOC:
Finchstorm looked down, shocked, as the small silver and white kit collided with his paw. The tiny bundle was curled up, breathing quietly in it's slumber. Finchstorm leaned down, lightly prodding the sleeping creature with his nose, then gently lifting it by its scruff and placing it between it's brothers and sister next to their Frostpool, who had fallen into a light sleep.

Berrykit lifted her small head, looking around. She wriggled away from her mother, feeling the warmth from another cat, accompanied by a musky scent. The tiny smoky kit lifted her head, mewling, and jumped as a tongue rasped over her head. Berrykit was silent, though her pink mouth was open in a silent cry. Suddenly the ground was gone, and she was lifted up, only to be set down again, boxed in on three sides by Fernkit and Pebblekit, both of which were asleep. Yawning quietly, she pressed her cheek into her mother's pelt and slept.

Finchstorm watched as his kits and his mate slept peacefully. Although he didn't want to leave, the gray tom turned and trotted over to the warrior's den. Though he hadn't done any work, he suddenly felt exhausted.

Ivoryheart's heart stopped. He was really into her! She twisted, giving her back a relaxing lick. Then the pale she-cat turned back to Brackengaze, looking deep into his eyes.
A matter of time, She mocked him, though it was apparent she was joking. Don't get too full of yourself, Ivoryheart tease again, letting the tip of her tail graze his pelt.
Not that I can blame you, She went on, I mean, you're cute, too.
She was full of herself, yes, but it was the only way Ivoryheart knew of to cover up her true feelings. After all, she didn't want to seem desperate.

OOC: yay for timeskips!

IC: Finchstorm poked his head into the nursery, smelling his kits and Frostpool. He dropped the fish he held clamped between his jaws, the plumpest one he could find in the fresh kill pile. The fish landed between Frostpool's paws, the alluring scent tickling his scent glands, though he had already eaten. Finchstorm leaned forward, giving Frostpool a lick between her white ears before leaning down to sniff his kits. Rainkit had opened his blue eyes, and Finchstorm could see Pebblekit beginning to squint, a tiny bit of dark blue showing between the solid gray eyelids.

Berrykit mewled, her father's scent making her turn her head. A tiny pink tongue swiping over her nose, wiping away the milk that dribbled over it. Pebblekit wriggled next to her, his small tail lightly slapping her dark pelt.

Pebblekit squealed, his eyes suddenly opening. He could see a gray tom, his bushy tail curled around his paws, and a white she-cat who gazed at him with green eyes. A silver cat mewled at the white queen, and a blue kit squirmed next to her. A dark white bundle of fur was visible next to the white queen. Pebblekit inhaled deeply. Several scents cross his glands, one was his mother, and it came from the white queen. Suddenly Pebblekit could smell his older brother, Rainkit, and one of his younger sisters, Fernkit.

Berrykit turned. She could see! Well, at least a little bit. A small sliver of the world was visible. Oh, the colors! If she could walk, Berrykit would've raced around, looking at each individual thing. She could see her brothers and sisters, her brothers both with short hair, but her sister, Fernkit, had a long smooth pelt like herself. Berrykit squeaked, looking at her mother. Slowly, everything became more visible. With a determined grunt, Berrykit dug her tiny claws into the soft moss and straightened her legs. She was walking! The ground rushed up as soon as she lifted a paw, and she was back on her side, glaring at the bit of sky that was visible. With a yelp, Berrykit wriggled over to her mother, licking her white paw. M, She said, her green eyes wide. a. M...a. Ma. Then Berrykit purred, obviously please with herself, though she had copied her sister.

Ivoryheart breathed in Brackengaze's scent. He had said he was single. But not for long. Ivoryheart was baffled, feeling flattered and shocked at the same time. He was obviously into her, but she couldn't help feeling he wasn't just another tom for her to toy with. You won't be. The words were out before Ivoryheart could stop them, but she didn't want to take them back. Her heart beat loudly in her ears, Ivoryheart awaited the handsome tom's answer.

Username: [what you use to log in, not Display name]
dapplestorm
Your Cat:
demonpelt
Their position:
hunter/mother
RP Example: [Yes, you may recycle. If you rp with me or have rpd with me, you don't have to.]
Demonpelt slunk along the thunderpath, her body pressed to the stinking ground. The two=legs were all in their nests now, and so it was safe to come out. The silvery she-cat looked around, her amber eyes wide. Would she find it? Demonpelt had heard of a group called the Night Assassins, and she was out to find it. Demonpelt had been alone too long, and graved the company of another cat, and better, someone to lead her. She wanted a group to be loyal to, to give her kits to, to hunt for. Demonpelt flexed her claws, jumping onto the windowsill of a twoleg nest. Filthy creatures, they were. but this was her home, not the prissy little nest she had grown up in. This was where she belonged. This was where her future was. This was where the assassins were.
Any Comments/ Suggestions/ Ideas?:
erm...? shes the only mother right now? so i guess she would have the first kits...
oh um, yeah also what wolven said. should she enter a thread like that? and also, who should she mate with...? im open to anyone :P

okay would i find one while role-playing in their territory?
and also do i join the thread like wolven?

Finchstorm watched his family, flinching when Fernkit jumped on Berrykit. Despite the fact that all the kits were healthy and Fernkit had learned her mother's name, Finchstorm was worried. Was Berrykit weaker, having opened her eyes last? Or was Fernkit just a genius, talking, though she was the youngest. What about Pebblekit and Rainkit? They hadn't moved much since he had arrived? We they tired? Were there too many kits for Frostpool? Was it normal to worry this much? But Finchstorm was too shy to ask, so he just watched his family, worrying himself sick.

Berrykit yelped, her small pink mouth open wide. Ma! Augh, girroff! She hissed, her tiny round belly pressed against the moss bedding. Berrykit rolled over, loosing foot and slipping. Fernkit's pelt was pressed against her back, and she stumbled forward, slamming into her mother's belly, then turning and nipping at her sister's unprotected belly.

Pebblekit watched as his sisters played. He wanted to play, too, but he would rather explore. His mother's soft pelt looked warm, and he quickly gathered his strength, heaving himself up. His weak kit legs quivered, but Pebblekit plowed forward, stumbling up his mother's side and onto her ribs, concentrating on balancing hhimself.

Ivoryheart stepped back from Brackengaze. What had happened, she wondered. Ivoryheart swallowed her insecurities, stepping closer to him. Their pelts brushed, and she quickly wrapped her tail around his, then untwined them, gazing at Brackengaze through half-closed lids. His gray eyes were bright, and Ivoryheart studied their medley of shades.

Finchstorm leaned down, giving Rainkit a lick on the head, his tongue rasping over the blue head. He was please. One of his sons had come over to him. By himself. Well, Rainkit, there, uh, was once a, no, um, oh, yes. There was once a little kit. His name was Bluekit. And he was a nice little kit, much like yourself. Even looked a little like you. And Bluekit loved to explore. He went into the forest, to the river, around twolegplace, and one day he went to the farmland on the edge of Riverclan's territory. He saw big creatures, brown, some black and white. Well he went up to a particularly large brown one, and asked him what he was. The large brown creature said, "Well, I'm a horse, of course" and Bluekit was shocked. So Finchstorm told the story, making it up as he went along.

Berrykit licked one small paw as she'd seen her mother do, glad her sister had left. Ha! She called after Fernkit, feeling as though she had won. The small dark kit looked aorund the warm, dark nursery. Oh, the wonderful colors! Berrykit waddled around her mother, inspecting the pale color of her fur, then peeking over Frostpool's back at her father gray pelt. The tiny she-kit then began to lick her mother's fur, as she had seen her father do.

Pebblekit looked up at his mother with dark blue eyes. He purred at her, a high-pitched trill. The blue and white kit wriggled out of her grasp, clumsily turning to give her a lick on the nose, and then chasing after her tail.

OOC: oh, okay

IC: Ivoryheart gazed back at him, purring lightly. Define yes, She whispered, though her tone made it apparent that she was kidding. Ivoryheart pressed her nose against his pelt, the nudge gentle and friendly. Then she twined her tail in his, admiring how well their pelts went together.

is there a certain thread i should join? or should i make one? sorry for all the questions

Finchstorm continued his story, telling of how Bluekit made friends with the horses, watching them being led around by two-legs, and went closer to them. He told Rainkit about how one day Bluekit was snatched by the two-legs! Then Finchstorm went on to tell about how he finally got out of the two-leg nest, finally appreciating his clan. And the morale of this story is never get too close to the two-legs. They don't know how to take care of us. But you'd never get too close to a two-leg, would you, Rainkit? Finchstorm gave Rainkit another lick on his blue head.

Berrykit leaped onto her mother's side, mewling loudly, Come ova heea Wainkit! Wook at how sowft Moma's fuw iss! She waddled around, pressing her chubby paws into her mother's white pelt, then looking down and pressing her pink nose into it. Berrykit inhaled deeply, loving the scent. Berrykit lifted her head, hissing at her solid blue brother playfully.

Pebblekit crawled forward, jumping on his mother's flicking tail. It was gone, though, and he stumbled, landing on his belly on bare moss. Pebblekit leaped up again, jumping in the air toward his mother's fluffy tail.

OOC: erm...yeah it could be like time skip or whatever and then its a week later and she tells him shes pregnant

IC: Ivoryheart gave Brackengaze a lick on the ear, her pressed her muzzle against his shoulder. So this was what love felt like. Suddenly she could see it: kits. Black, white, gray, a medley of the three. Mewling her name. Pressing against her. Suckling, growing up, training with their father. Ivoryheart traced her long tail along the lean muscles in Brackengaze's strong shoulder, studying his pelt. Was he having these thoughts too?

Cat's Name: Chica
Cat's Age: 12 moons
Gender: She-Cat
Alliance: Loner
Position: Loner
Appearance: <blockquote>Chica is a small, lithe tabby she-cat. She has gray-green eyes, large and round. Chica has a short, but thick pelt, and small paws. Her face is partially white, and her paws and belly are also colorless. With a long tail, this tabby cat can balance well on trees, though she is terrified of water.</blockquote>Personality: <blockquote>Chica is sweet and innocent, always nice. She hates to fight, and would rather stay with other loners. Chica often visits kitty-pets, though she never enters their kitty-pet nests. When she travels, Chica often travels through clan territory, and is always freindly to the clans, never stealing their prey. She also likes to visit horse-place, where there are many mice.</blockquote>History: <blockquote>Chica was born to two loners, though her father left her mother when she was very young. Because of this, Chica's mother was very protective of her kits, almost obsessive, and hardly let them out of her sight. Her mother, Daisy, had three kits, the other two were named Nettle and Lilli. Both of Chica's siblings were fed up with their mother's protective ways and the left once they turned six moons. Chica stayed with her mother until she was nine moons, leaving her at the old barn near two-leg place where there were other cats. Then Chica traveled, meeting all sorts of cats, and making friends.</blockquote>Roleplay Sample: <blockquote>not needed :D</blockquote>Comments/Other: <blockquote></blockquote>

Finchstorm leaned forward, giving Frostpool a lick on the muzzle. His family was perfect. Then she sat next to him, the warm pelt on his haunches pressed against Frostpool's pale shoulder. You're doing great with them. They'll grow up to be strong warriors.

Berrykit thrust her chin up, the back of her head brushing her back, and nipped at Rainkit's front paws. Then she tumbled backward, landing on top of Rainkit. Berrykit rolled onto her belly, quickly and clumsily climbing on top of Rainkit, aiming a little bite at his blue legs.

Fernkit! Whewe ya goin'? Pebblekit turned, abandoning his mother's tail, and saw his sister heading for the nursery entrance. He waddled after her as quickly as possible, aware of the cold air becoming stronger. Pebblekit was determined, though, and he quickly reached his pale sister, a grin on his small face.

i'd like to join with my she-kitty, chica. she's not really a fighter, though, so i guess she could be the meddy? i'll join the thread :)

OOC:
hope this is still open...

IC:
Chica slunk through the undergrowth. She kept thinking of her mother, fearful that she had left the safety of the loners to follow her. But surely not even her mother would do something as foolish as that. Chica froze. There was a crack, and then a yowl. They couldn't be. Cats couldn't be out here. She had traveled for many moons, searching for cats. But whenever the tabby came across a scent, it was stale.
Chica raised her head proudly, stepping out of the undergrowth and seeing two cats, one a tabby, like herself, and one with a belly swollen with kits. She stepped out of the undergrowth, a smile on her muzzle. Hello, how are you?

Cat's Name: Snowstalker
Cat's Age: 13 moons
Gender: Tom
Alliance: Loner
Position: Loner
Appearance: <blockquote>Snowstalker is a large, solid white tomcat with long fur. He has bright green eyes, and a long muzzle. A long scar runs along Snowstalker's back, going down his back right leg almost to his paw. He has extremely long claws and strong legs, making him a worthy opponent. Snowstalker also has a nicked left ear, the cut is more along the side than the top.</blockquote>Personality: <blockquote>Snowstalker enjoys the company of other cats. Despite his rugged looks, he is very friendly, and gentle. Snowstalker never attacks unless provoked, which is when you should watch out. He often travels alone, but finds cats to stay with for a while, and wants to settle down.</blockquote>History: <blockquote>Snowstalker was into a clan, but left soon after he learned to fight, and changed his name from Snowpaw to Snowstalker. He traveled around, learning and maturing as he met unique cats. Snowstalker joined a group of rogues after a while, but was horrified after the awe from their strength and courage wore off. Snowstalker ran away in the middle of the night, running until sun-high in the next morning. Exhausted and frightened, the young cat slept in a tree, hunting when he woke the next morning. Then Snowstalker looked through the loner lands, and was surprised to hear of his half-brother. Though he wanted to see how his sibling was doing, he refrained from visiting, due to his shameful past.</blockquote>Roleplay Sample: <blockquote>not needed :)</blockquote>Comments/Other: <blockquote>his brother, Cupid, is already being role-played in Cupid's Bachelor pad. just so you know c;</blockquote>