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Mossblood's kudos to his idea makes mucky fur plume in self - pride. It was an idea full of wisdom, ingenuity, and gumption, at least to him. The young warrior's questioning of whether his announcement were kidding words or not exasperate Crowkit. There was no time for kidding if the swamp...

A feathery black figure sneaks up on the group and mismatched eyes stare intently at the dusty warrior. She seemed terrified, everybody was, but the beasts were gone. Did she know that? Maybe she didn't. A bit of sympathy pricks at the kit as he stares, and he wonders if he should inform her...

His pluming ears swivel at the warrior's words. Boredom and faint dread were eating Crowkit alive it felt like, and the place they called their temporary camp was noisy and smelled harshly. The newcomer hadn't been of the marsh forest long, but he missed it and was ready to get back. Who knew...

It seemed to Crowkit they had been stuck in area for a little while now. He was a bit haunted to find out Chilledstar had "died," but the murmuring of the clan cats seemed to imply he would be...alive still? Crowkit wasn't entirely sure of the verbatim. There were still some faces missing, and...

Applekit's prattling off rules, and he's only sort of listening. Half - listening until she brings up apprenticeship. He didn't know what all that was about, but he did know they got to learn cool stuff. Stumpyspots' tells the tale of her smooshed face, and Crowkit sports a suspicious...

The tomkit narrowed shiny eyes at Applekit's and Comfreykit's proclamation. It seemed nearly the whole nursery was here. "It's not trash. You two are just boring." He cawed, eyes unblinking as he said so. Applekit's shrieking flee satisfied him, and he thought to leave some sort of surprise in...

The pitch black kit kept close to Stumpyspots and Lambkit, brushing fur with the calico occasionally. He'd never done that before. Mismatch orbs flit to Lambkit, wondering about her thoughts. Crowkit didn't even know his own thoughts on what just happened. His mind had slowed some since they had...

Crowkit had slunk over, eavesdropping on an uninteresting conversation. He found this place a bit boring compared to the Carrionplace, and limited in what he could do. He wasn't quite sure why he observed the rules, but he did anyway for the most part. All he could do was step paw outside the...

𓅪 Crowkit didn't hear the dragging tail of their denmate, and before he knew it, a bone - white paw pats the top of his muddied head. A bit incredulous at her lack of fear, he wrinkles his nose and opens his eyes further to insinuate Lambkit was supposed to be afraid of him, ideally running for...

Sneakily, the black kit slunk out of the nursery, the wind instantly buffeting his feathered fur. He had heard a thing or two that kits didn't attend the meetings like the one Chilledstar called for now, but he didn't care to listen to all that. Crowkit looked at Chilledstar, their bad mood was...

𓅪 Crow was new here too, and he was still getting used to the longer version of his name. He was still getting used to everything. Sleeping amongst other cats had been one of the hardest adjustments. He was a bit more familiar with Applekit, and he heard her bossiness often in the shared...

𓅪 Crowkit's nose wrinkles out of habit at Stumpyspots' approach, and his feathered fur prickleS for only a second. He wasn't used to these clan cats, but they weren't as bad as the stories made them seem, and they weren't the type to swipe another's food. He had scarcely heard the calico over...

𓅪 A voice rouses the black - furred kit from his slumber, and he opens one eye lazily in hopes of being able to drift back to sleep. Dual - toned eyes open fully once he realizes there's no going back to sleep, and Garlickit's voice continues in the background as he wakes himself. Garlickit's...

𓅪 When the one named Chilledstar invited Crow to live amongst them as Crowkit, he had taken them up on the offer quickly. The three moon old had no idea what clan life entailed, but he was more than willing to agree to whatever and turn tail on the Carrionplace. The timing couldn't have been...

At the arrival of the bobbing cat, Crow notes to himself how he had never seen such strange cats. Their scent unfamiliar and strong, muggy and earthy. The plumage on his ears swivel as the black and white one asks his name. "They call me Crow. I'm Crow." They, the ominous they. Others back home...