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[BEESTAR]

BEEFANG

SHE/HER 𓆩✦𓆪 LEAD WARRIOR

The black smoke loves her nephews with her entire being and they remind her of herself when she had been younger with her brothers, her whiskers quiver when Bogkit seems to follow after her, and it makes an idea pop into her mind only to wave her bottlebrush tail in a motion for him to continue following "Today, I will give you an important lesson." One that her father, Smokestar, had taught Cicadaflight eons ago and she recalls being present that it had been taught after her brother's scuffle with Sandpelt and how Pikesplash had tried to intervene. She plucks out a mouse out from the pile only to settle in the clearing and making sure that they're out of the warriors way while they pass by to go on their patrols assigned to them by Snakeblink, she settles down onto her haunches to look at her curious pupils seeing that some of the other kittens decided to gather around for this lesson of hers and it causes a small smile to form on her marred facial features. She sets down the small rodent in front of them all seeing the way that they watch her with owl-like eyes and it causes a chuckle to tumble out from her throat only to allow one of her claws to slip out from its sheathe before pointing to the mouse carefully.

"Can any one of you tell me what areas you should protect?" Beefang asks them all only to straighten her posture awaiting to see how they would respond and it didn't matter to her as of right now of what their answers may be, she could easily correct them afterwards so instead, she awaits eagerly.

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please wait for @Bogkit to reply :] + our other guest stars; @pearlkit 𓇼⋆｡˚𓆝 , @Chatterkit , @Joykit, @Riverkit note: this is set before lichenstar & moonbeam's deaths

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Beefang is a muscular, medium fur length/curly-haired black smoke moggy littered in several scars, missing a toe on one of her paws, and has a lone amber eye w/low white

Cicadastar x Smokestar / sister to Cicadaflight & Loveburn / Cousin to Shellpool, Pebbletail, Twinkleflight, and Horizonthroat
mentored by Smokestar / mentoring no one
21 moons old as of 03/22/2025

penned by BossTaurus

 

[Bogkit]

It's a common sight for Bogkit to pick a warrior and toddle after them, paws scrambling so fast to keep up it's always a wonder that he hasn't fallen over in his attempts to gain the speed needed to follow after Beefang today. It isn't his fault that she's just so naturally fast in his fast paced kit mind. He wasn't being particularly subtle with his stalking but it was no less surprising to him when Beefang motions for him to follow with her long tail. He's considered biting it in the past, that hasn't changed in this moment but with the tantalizing promise of a lesson dangled in front of him how could he possibly act on the teething impulses to chew! "Okayyyy, will it be fun?" he drawls with a whistle between the gaps in teeth as he clacks his jaw together.

He doesn't cease his continued waddling after her, if anything he's practically hopping as he skips after her. Bogkit tilts his head comically as she rifles through the fresh kill pile, the tuft of his ear brushing the ground below. A mouse is picked out and he gasps loudly in surprise, no doubt his theatrics only aid in the growing attention of his siblings and Joykit. The chimera would at least credit himself for their interest when he notices the fact that they have all started to gather, though in his mind he believes this lesson was extra special just for him.

That doesn't mean that he resents his peers behind here, tail flicking @Riverkit's side in greeting while his eyes never tear from the mouse that has now been displayed in the clearing. His eyes widen at the sight, practically buzzing in excitement when Beefang points at it. Unable to wait for anyone else to talk he feels the urge to chime in "THE EYES!" He shouts, practically beaming. "If ya blinded then ya can't fight!" He elaborated with a wiggle of his ears, peering to the kits gathered around him to see what answers they would give, albeit impatiently.​

 

[PILLBUGKIT]

PILLBUGKIT

she/her ❀ riverclan kit

Pillbugkit likes newleaf a lot more than leaf-bare. She was born in the wintry months; nursed on tales of her mother, pink-nosed and shivering, huddling against her father in their den, a single kit tucked to her flank as the blizzard swirled by. Maybe she should like leaf-bare better, then, but she simply doesn't—how could half-remembered snowflakes compete with the lush spills of foliage and sweet mingling of river-burbles and birdsong? Mockingbirds throw their voices back at one another in the willows above, drawing Pillbugkit's attention in an instant.

So focused is she on the shifts of pearly gray feathers among budding green, she nearly fails to notice the lesson ongoing nearby. Somber ash-browns shift from the ferocious debate above to the hulking shape of Beefang, her denmates—Splashdance's grayscale clutch and Joykit's defiantly golden pelt—bobbing after her like ducklings. Curious, her small face drawn with a solemnity that's nearly fierce in its intensity, Pillbugkit tails them at a fox-length, her puppyish paws kicking up tiny swirls of sand that make her sniffle and sneeze, the drawn-out snuffle fading into a warbling giggle.

" Can any one of you tell me what areas you should protect? " Beefang asks, her stern face difficult to read, especially from Pillbugkit's lower vantage point. Her taupe eyes light up with swirls of unexpected passion, like insects waking from a dreamlike lifetime in amber. Pillbugkit knows this! Her Pa showed her, when she'd first learned to toddle, where your soft parts were. They were like the mud lining the streams, he said—let a butterfly land on it, and it would do no harm. But let a paw or two land on it, and it would collapse, freeing the stream to go where it pleased.

Bogkit cries out his answer in a shout that outsizes his thin chest, and Pillbugkit kicks up her hind legs, coltlike, a little in happiness. She likes Bogkit. He always has good ideas for games, and he doesn't mind listening to Pillbugkit tell stories. If she doesn't tell them over and over, she's afraid she might forget them, and that would be terrible! A princess should never forget her people, and that includes their best stories.

" Right here! " Pillbugkit interjects, bounding forward and slapping a white paw onto the mouse's belly. She glances over at Bogkit, meeting blazing-orange eyes, and smiles a little. Then her ashen gaze swivels back to Beefang, and Pillbugkit lowers her ears a little, scuffing one paw in the sand. " Oops, sorry Beefang… I didn't mean to interrupt. " Pillbugkit feels so bad about interrupting Beefang, she actually sniffles a little bit.

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Pillbugkit is a windblown, leggy she-kit with rosy-ginger, black, & white fur and soulful gray-brown eyes.

Jihl x Lili / younger sister to many, all deceased
mentored by tbd / mentoring n/a
3 moons old as of 4/1/2025

penned by dejavu

 

[Joykit]

Joykit lingered at the edge of the group, her paws shifting restlessly against the damp earth. Her blue-green eyes flicked between Beefang, Bogkit, and Pillbugkit, all of them huddled around the mouse like it was some kind of precious treasure. The excitement in the air was almost tangible—Bogkit practically bounced on his paws, his eyes alight with eagerness, his voice loud and certain. Pillbugkit looked just as curious, her paw pressed against the mouse like she was ready to claim whatever knowledge Beefang was about to share.

It should have been fun—a game to pass the time, something to break up the monotony of the day. But the moment Beefang had placed the mouse in front of them and asked what parts they should protect, something inside Joykit twisted and knotted tight.

Self-defense. The words made her ears flick nervously, her paws shifting against the earth as her claws pricked at the mud. Her mother had taught her a little—just enough to survive. Enough to know to bare her tiny claws and hiss and snarl when something tried to hurt them. Enough to know when to run. It was always running. Always being careful, being quiet, being ready to fight if she had to. The memory of her mother's voice echoed in her ears, quiet and serious. "Protect your throat, Joy. Keep it safe. If something hits you there, it… it can stop you from breathing." A shiver ran down her spine. It hadn't been the kind of lesson meant for kits her age to worry about. It was heavy and sharp and real. But now here she was, being asked to play along like it was just another game.

Bogkit's excited shout broke through her thoughts. "THE EYES!" he declared proudly, as if he'd just unraveled some great secret. "If ya blinded then ya can't fight!" His enthusiasm was contagious, buzzing like an electric spark. He didn't hesitate—just blurted out his thoughts with the same confidence he seemed to carry everywhere.

Pillbugkit chimed in next, her voice earnest but uncertain, pointing her paw at the mouse's belly. She was trying so hard, and Joykit could see that eagerness in her eyes. Everyone was trying. Trying to impress Beefang. Trying to prove they were paying attention. Trying to show they belonged.

But for Joykit, this wasn't just play. It wasn't about looking clever or saying the right thing. It was about survival. The kind her mother had taught her, the kind that wasn't supposed to be fun. Her paws shifted against the ground, claws scraping lightly against the mud. She looked down at the mouse, the little body lying there like a silent test. The thought of someone trying to take it—or take something more important—made her chest tighten.

Her voice was soft and careful when she finally spoke. "The neck." Her gaze stayed fixed on the mouse, her words coming out with the same gravity her mother's had held. "If someone hits you there, it… it can stop you from breathing." She glanced up, searching the warriors face for some sign of approval or understanding. It felt strange to say those words out loud. To turn something her mother had taught her in secret into part of a casual lesson.

Bogkit's enthusiasm still crackled in the air, his boldness unfazed by her quieter answer. Pillbugkit's apology hung in the air like a question, her own eagerness shadowed by a moment of hesitation. Everyone was trying to be part of something. Trying to learn. She took a breath, her paws settling into the mud even as her heart raced. Maybe this was just another lesson. Maybe it was okay to share what she knew. To let herself be part of the game, even if it felt different to her. "What else are we supposed to protect?" she asked, her voice a little louder now, a little braver. Like she was trying to catch hold of that same confident energy Bogkit carried so effortlessly.

But her claws still pricked into the mud, and her eyes kept darting back to Beefang, waiting to see if she'd done something right.

( °❀.ೃ࿔* ) just miss what it was

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  JOYKIT KIT; SHE / HER ; RUE X UNKNOWN ; SIBLING TO LIGHT & HOPE
  

  Joykit is a fierce and proud cinnamon marbled tabby kit with a sharp mind and a fire in her heart. Independent to a fault and stubbornly self-reliant, she carries herself with boldness far beyond her size, refusing to be seen as weak or helpless. Competitive, energetic, and cunning, she meets the world with a challenging glare and a guarded heart, shaped by the hardship and loss of her early life as a loner. Beneath her bristled edges lies a deep resilience and a drive to prove she belongs—on her terms and no one else's.

  ✦ Unskilled kit

 

[Riverkit]

RIVERKIT

HE/THEY RIVERCLAN KIT

"You don't need. . . your eyes. . . to fight." He interrupts Bogkit, feathery tail curling around his body. Because if they did, then blind warriors would be a liability — and so would he, if he had to squint whenever a battle happened while the sun was out. Riverkit blinks slowly as Pillbugkit slaps the mouse's belly with her paw, a disgruntled snort escaping him before he can even realize it. "Don't. . . play with the food." He chastises. She can say what she means without pawing at the prey with such force.

After her, Joykit mentions protecting the throat. The fevercoat-covered kitten doesn't add anything of his own ( because he doesn't know what else to say; the throat and belly seemed correct enough ) though, a question does pop in his mind. "How. . . are we meant to protect all these areas?" Odd-eyes look up at Beefang expectantly, awaiting her answer. How do they keep their throat and their stomach safe during battle?

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Riverkit is a long-legged but graceful silvery-blue tabby kit with feathery fur and heterochromatic blue-amber eyes.
"speech" thoughts
pebbletail x splashdance / sibling to pearlkit, bogkit, chatterkit
2 moons old as of 03/21/2025

penned by nocthymia

 

[pearlkit 𓇼⋆｡˚𓆝]

Pearlkit sits just a little apart from the others—not far, but enough that he can pretend he's not really part of the lesson unless he wants to be. His tail flicks idly, brushing the ground in slow, deliberate swipes. He's not disinterested, exactly—his ears are angled forward, his sharp eyes tracking every word, every twitch, every shift of tension in the kits gathered around the mouse like it's some sacred relic.

He watches Bogkit with a crooked grin, amused but not surprised when his brother barrels ahead like he's breaking into battle. "THE EYES!" Bogkit declares, loud enough to make Pearlkit's whiskers twitch. Of course he says the eyes. Pearlkit would've put thorns in a nest if someone else had stolen that answer from him, but when it's Bogkit, he just smirks a little and says nothing. That one's always been better at shouting than thinking things all the way through—but Pearlkit loves him for it.

Pillbugkit leaps in next, tiny and proud, paw slapping the mouse's belly like she's staking a claim. Pearlkit tilts his head at her. She's got heart. More than most. He doesn't say anything when she mumbles an apology—just watches her for a moment, quietly taking note of how fast her brightness dims when she thinks she's overstepped. His expression doesn't change, but something flickers behind his eyes. She tries too hard to be small when she's got a voice worth hearing.

And then Joykit speaks. Soft. Serious. Different. Pearlkit's ears flick back a notch. He knows that tone. Not the words—he's heard about throats and breath and death in stories before, sure—but it's the way she says it. Like it's not theory. Like it's memory. His jaw tenses slightly, a muscle twitching just beneath the surface. It's not like he doesn't get it. He's seen things, heard things, picked up enough from the way his parents move, the way the air shifts when warriors talk low in the corners of camp. But there's a difference between learning how to fight and learning how not to die. Joykit's answer lands like a stone dropped in the river. Quiet. Heavy. Real. He doesn't try to outdo her. Not this time.

Instead, he finally pads forward, cutting through the circle of kittens with that lazy swagger he always wears when he doesn't want anyone to see he's thinking too hard. His eyes flick from Beefang to the mouse, then to his siblings and denmates, a little smirk tugging at the edge of his mouth. "Everything," Pearlkit says, voice calm, confident, quiet in the way that makes others lean in to hear. "You protect everything—'cause you don't know what they're going for. Your eyes. Your throat. Your belly. Doesn't matter. If you wait to see where the strike lands, you're already too late."

He taps the mouse's side lightly with a paw, like he's making a point in a story, not just repeating facts. His gaze lifts, sharp and steady. "But mostly?" he adds, almost as an afterthought, his tone casual but his eyes burning, "You protect the cats beside you. Doesn't matter if you're blind, bleeding, or barely even breathing—if they go down while you're standing, you've already lost." Then he sits back on his haunches, like he hasn't just turned a training lesson into a vow. Like it's not personal. Like he hasn't already promised himself that if anyone ever lays a claw on his family, they'll have to go through him first.​

 

[Chatterkit]

Chatterkit

Status: Listening

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Chatterkit observed from a distance. Part of the group and yet not at the same time. He lay curled on the ground, watching. Bogkit was chasing after Beefang and then he wasn't. She was placing a mouse in front and asking what they needed to protect. He huffs a breath as an ear flicks. A silly question. They were too small to protect anything. He flicks an ear as Bogkit shouts. His answer is the eyes. An obvious choice. If you can't see you can't defend. As the debating amongst the other kits continue he gets up, slowly lifting himself to his paws. He shakes out his fur before idly wandering closer. He blinks slowly at the mouse, letting the talking wash over him. He knows the options of throat, belly, and eyes. Pearlkit says they must protect everything, that if they do not it does not matter.

"If you are blinded, you cannot defend. If you are gutted, you cannot move. If you cannot breathe, you cannot flee." All very important if you asked him. He sighs. "I am sure some options are worse than others, correct?" He glances to Beefang's face. Watching. Waiting to see what her answer would be.
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I Don't Start Fights ⧖────⧖────⧖ But I'll Handle You Just Fine

• OOC:
• Chatterkit - Blue Ticked Tabby w/ Low White and Heterochromia Blue and Copper Eyes
  ⧖ He/They ⧖ Riverclan Kit ⧖ Penned by Snowy ⧖ 02 moons
  ⧖ Contact TimelordSnowy on Discord for plotting
  ⧖ "Speech"
  ⧖ Thoughts

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