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[BURNETPAW]

To the wildfire-brushed kitten, everything in the world seemed so big, crafted by titan's hand and Starclan's benediction. Despite the turmoil that bayed from a shelter of woolen wraps and childlike fancies, change was unbeknownst to the little girl. For her, she had known everything then that she knew now - Swiftshrike, Russetnose, Sootstar... To her, the adults were nothing short of the infallible moor itself, which did not fault nor fall away at her gaze - like the sky, it simply hung in the distance. Well, it was an adventure she was bound to undertake when she became an apprentice, which was quite close. Pillars of soil held up the dens, as though planted and never built, a natural formation akin to the smoothed pebble and the dirt 'neath her feet. The vast sea of white snow proved endless, though even in her naivete she noticed how the tapers melted away and revealed the greater (wilted and austere as it was) greens of the hills.

Swiftshrike had let Burnetkit out of the nursery this morning, and she had gratefully snatched up that opportunity as it came. Today, the cold only nipped at curious noses and danced along the waysides of tigrine tousles, and no longer did she feel she needed to shelter beside the milky-warm belly of her mother, as though she had finished weaning off of fire and conflagration. Leaf-bare bothered most, tickling at peeking ribs and rustling in hoarfrost throat, but she didn't let it perturb her in the slightest. The flame of youth burned brighter than any forenoon sun, and even as the apprentices and warriors would complain about the meager rays, she had known it all her life, and knew better to spurn it. She made sure to follow her daily routine as well - wish Swiftshrike well, visit Russetnose in the elder's den, and go about with her very exacting day.

"I'm Burnetstar, leader of Burnetclan!" Came the valiant war-cry of the two-moon-old kit, a piercing shrillness through the camp, though it still proved momentary among the grander stream of conversation. Notwithstanding her efforts, her voice still shuddered and shook as though a leaf beset upon sharp winds. She tried, anyways. She pounced on an old wad of bedding, stolen from an errant pile somewhere else in the camp - she made sure to take the one that seemed the most languished. She figured it wouldn't be missed in favor of stronger, softer wads. The girl rolled around as if she were in a great battle with her age-old energy - the moss ball. "Don't disobey me! I'll claw your ears off!" She squeaked. It was nice, for once, to pretend that she had the strength to do so, instead of letting herself be pushed around by the bigger kids. Imitating what she had seen from her leader and her peers, copying what she decreed as just and right - she was but a echo of those that stood taller. To her, their ears grazed at the clouds and their eyes rested upon the blue.​

 

[MOORBLOSSOM]

Playtime is her most-favourite part of the day!

Swiftshrike's go-ahead causes kits to spill out of the nursery, with Moorkit hot on Burnetkit's heels. The sights, scents, and sounds of the outside world hit her faculties all at once, and the girl cannot contain the smile which comes from leaving inside of that tedious bush. Don't get her wrong, there's certainly fun to be had amongst her littermates in there, but the games they played pale in comparison to exploring this big, wide world.

Legs, all stubby and wobbly, carry her wee form across the permitted play space. Dead blades of grass poke through patches of snow, and she envisions them as trees while her colossal limbs wander over them. A sudden giggle trills from her throat when she imagines herself as a fearsome giant roaming through WindClan's moors. Her claws are as big as twolegs, the ground trembles under her might, and the other clans run for their lives when she needs to make dirt!

Her attention is then caught by Burnetkit's nearby hollering—it sounds like she's playing pretend, too! The inkspill kitten scampers off in the direction of her peer, causing an earthquake beneath her paws.

It is only when she draws near the other cat that Moorkit's pace falters, reduced to a slow, intimidating movement across the plains. "Oh yeah?" challenges the monstrous creatures, looking at her newfound meal dead in the eyes. "Well, I'm the giant of the moors! I eat clan cats! And Burnetclan cats are the yummiest!"

This Burnetstar person ought to plan their next move carefully, or else they're ending up inside her belly. ​

 

[cottonsprig]

Cottonkit, at first, is content watching her siblings (and Burnetkit, of course,) tumble from Swiftshrike's immediate reach from the safety of the nursery walls. She loves each and every one of them, surely, however the kitten finds more fun in pestering the apprentices and young warriors that make up WindClan. That said, Burnetkit's - no, Burnetstar's - cries can be heard from miles around, and the giant of the moors (more aptly known as Moorkit, though know-it-all-Cottonkit decides to not think about that right then,) threatens the safety of BurnetClan. The game is too fun to ignore, and thus her search for someone older to annoy is abandoned as she joins her denmate to stand against her older sibling - er, mean, hungry giant.

"Burnetstar!" Cottonkit squeals as she rushes to the fiery red she-kit's side, eyes wide with mock fear as she looks upon Moorkit. "What do we do!? I don't want to be eaten!" Perhaps the dramatics of it are unnecessary, but life is short and playing pretend is always a good time. "I've seen the giant eat big things before, and still be hungry - she can't be under estimated!!" As well as teasing her sister for having a never-full stomach - that, too, is always a good time.​

 

[BLUEFROST]

She peeks from the nursery, tiny blue and white face void of the mirth and mock-terror her denmates exude. Bluish eyes, kitten hue still intact, wander to the scene. Moorkit, the giant of the moors, stomping as though she can make the world shake beneath them all, and Burnetkit, claiming herself Burnetstar, leader of BurnetClan.

Bluekit frowns thoughtfully. They are not in BurnetClan right now. They are in WindClan. She knows this is true, because her mother is the leader, and nothing has changed. Has it?

The tiny moorland princess does not understand this game. She expresses her bewilderment: "Are you really scared, Cottonkit? She's small like us, not big." She gives Moorkit a critical look. "Small." BurnetClan... was this a Clan too that she had forgotten about? She doesn't remember Swiftshrike or Sootstar telling her about that one...​

[ PENNED BY MARQUETTE ]​

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[Addervenom]

Life doesn't discriminate

Adderkit watches the girls shriek and shrill in typical girly fashion, playing about as he lifts his head from almond hued paws. Pushing himself to stand his tail whips about like his namesake, prowling forth and coming to stop beside Bluekit. "They're just playing again, Bluekit." The viper tongued boy mutters. Burnetclan? He'd never heard of such a thing and surely Sootstar or even Swiftshrike would have said something if that were the case. Watching passively before calling out to his sister. "There's no such thing as a giant of the moors." The adults would have told them otherwise, right? He gives their oldest sister a look, once laced with minor notes of confusion as he continues on. "And why are you moving your legs around like that?" He asks, referring to her exaggerated stomping about. "Did they fall asleep in the nest again?" His attention trails back to Burnetkit and scoffs. "I hope burnetclan is an ally of windclan, if not they'll taste my claws!" At this Adderkit flexes the little daggers, as a broad smirk overtakes his features. ​

Between the sinners and the saints​

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[Voidwhisker]

Ah, kits. So full of life and wonder... Such Innocence..... He remembered when he was a kit. A well mannered kind hearted young man was he, until he grew up. Now he was a bitter young man with depression, anxiety, and a few sleepless nights here and there.

Would such a fate befall these little ones? Probably, but for now, they were blissfully ignorant of the viciousness of the world. He watched them play, these children of Sootstar and one of another. Which of them would become tunnelers, he wondered? Who among them would join him in the depths, in the deep dark abyss below the moors, away from the burning light of the sun?

He would have to see, he supposed. For now, he sat in his usual spot, in the Tall Rocks shadow.
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[BURNETPAW]

Inky blotch of a kitten scampered towards her, like a pocket ripped from the night, slithering upon the ground instead of the sky. Though, Burnetkit noted how flashes of white ran across the other girl's pelt, and knew she wasn't being attacked by a sentient shadow. Burnet turned her golden gaze towards Moorkit's approaching form, as she bristled up as much her small form allowed her to, looking more like a spiny-coated redberry instead of the warrioress she intended to be. Still, the fure burned regardless of if it were plaguing the candlewick or the forest. "Ahh! Moorkit - I mean, giant!" She squeaked, though never allowed such obstacles to mar her bright-eyed face and her smile to dull. After all, what kind of leader would she be if she turned tail at the first sign of danger? A pretty bad one, she chided with herself.

"Wahhh! Cottonkit - I mean, Cottonstar, my trusty other leader!" Burnet mewled, voice strained in playful distress, plucked by downy fingers and prying grasp. Her cadence quivered but never let up, especially as her quickly-appointed other-leader had arrived. "It's okay! The giant's not gonna eat us!" Burnet aimed to swipe at Moorkit's face with sheathed claws, and it was more of a gentle bop than a devastating move. To Burnie, that move was none other than her "Blinding Winds Attack," where she would swiftly remove the eyesight of her unfortunate victim. After all, how was the giant going to eat them if she couldn't even see her next meal? It was genius! Burnetstar was an awesome leader!

Then, Bluekit waddled over, though lacking the imagination that the prior trio had. Seeing through illusory game, the empyrean-hued feline simply pointed out the obvious, as if she could not see great wars and greater throes roil before her. Well, how could sse enot? This was a battle for the very ages! It would make Starclan shudder and weep at the sight of it! Adderkit had to remind the molly that they were playing, even though they weren't and this was a matter of life and death for the little girl. "Of course! Windclan is our most biggest ally ever!" Burnetkit declared with a haughty mew, puffing out her chest in the motions of an imperious bird-of-paradise, fire-tipped and resplendent in preened and prideful pelt. "We always beat up those stupid Skyclanners and Riverclanners!"

Then, an unfamiliar flash of silken coat caught a flaming stare, as if ivoried pearl's color reaching feebly through overwhelming shade. Still, through the gloom, she could see an unfamiliar yet inviting (well, everyone was inviting to her) presence. Molewhisker sat within the drapes of sun's shadow, watching them with an unreadable gaze, as though some sort of hawk watching from its throne of branch and bark. Content to observe but never to participate, watching the whole but never dipping into the parts. That was no fun. "There's a real giant! Burnetclan, attack!" Burnetkit practically rolled to Molewhisker and jabbed at the tom's foreleg furiously.​