garden of shadows ⸸ kits only

[Magpiepaw]

He didn't like them. He had witness them flood into the world in viscous red and cause Starlingheart pain, for that he despised them from the moment they began to mewl and wriggle about and so he avoided them as best he could though it was difficult given they slept in the medicine cat den alongside his mentor. It felt as though he was stepping over kits quite often now, stumbling and staggering to avoid toppling one of the little lumbering forms; head too big and legs too short to support them, bobbing as he did but without any sense of coordination or effort. It was just a little demeaning having to also bumble alongside these creatures as he went about his tasks and finally, frankly he had enough. It was time to teach them a proper lesson.
Magpiepaw carried with him to the center of camp the mouthful of sleek and shiny black feathers he had been collecting, iridescent and tinted blue like the midnight sky; a perfect means of earning the attention of the tiny vagrants that wandered throughout ShadowClan's camp. With a twist of his head he tosses it all before the nursery where he knew Starlingheart's own were temporarly residing due to her having stepped out, the soft down of avian plumes rains like blackened snow, filters down to rest before the maw of the lair where the little beasts all resided.
The black and white apprentice waited patiently for signs of them coming, the tremor of the ground, the shift in wind, he was prepared.
"Kittens." His voice is a high song, warbling and sharp, "I have brought you a present and a story."
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[batpaw.]

"HEAR MY STOLEN LULLABIES"​

Batkit has an appropriate amount of respect for the medicine cats. More respect than he has for most cats, anyways. It certainly isn't a job that he would ever want. He doesn't think he'd be able to handle dealing with sick clanmates.

When someone tells the kits a story, Batkit usually sits on the sidelines, pretending not to listen. But this respect that he feels for his medicine cat apprentice makes him willing to listen openly. "Does the story have to do with this feather?" he says as he settles down in front of Magpiepaw, a hint of curiosity on his face.​

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[GHOSTMASK]

†—— she does not like the nursery. she does not like staying in the nursery when starlingheart leaves them there under the eyes of the other queens to carry out her duties. it's loud, and smelly, and full of dumb kits like sweetkit and screechkit, and stupid cats that don't even matter but she has to put up with anyways. but starlingheart and some other cats got mad at her when she said so, and made her apologize, which she didn't like. magpiepaw is coming suddenly, tossing down a bundle of shiny things, and she stares up at him. magpiepaw is weird, but he is quiet and not smelly and not dumb. maybe it she makes magpiepaw happy, he'll take her back to the medicine den, where she can be there, where it's quiet and good smelling and not full of dumb kits.

ghostkit snatches up one of the feathers instantly, glaring daggers at anyone else who tries to grab it, and turns it in the faint light. it's clean and pretty, and when she sniffs it, it smells like air and sky instead of mud and smelly kits. magpiepaw is weird but he brought this for her, plus he's her mama's apprentice, so he can't be that dumb. a present and a story—ghostkit floats a dark curious stare his way; the elders try to tell her stories and they're stupid and the elders smell like mouse bile and old cats. it's uncomfortable in their den and it's uncomfortable in the nursery now. she mews, doing her best to make magpiepaw happy so he will please take her away from this den, "thanks, magpiepaw. what's the story about?"

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• † ghostkit — named after the deceased ghostpaw she/her ; afab cisgender female — shadowclan — kit — 2 ☾s —— ghostkit is the daughter of the soft-spoken medicine cat starlingheart and her possessive mate, granitepelt. she looks just like her mother, and while she can be a little difficult, there's nothing really wrong with her ...... right? —— smells like milk, herbs, and .... iron? ; sounds like tbd ; speech in #EB80B7 ; thoughts in #253DC6 —— peaceful / healing powerplay permitted ; attacks/contact in underline ; won’t start fights ; will flee ; will show mercy ; won't kill or maim (kitten) —— too young for romance ; open to enemies, "friends", tormenting other kits, plotting ; not open to battles, romance penned by dejavu— desklamp9 on discord for plots

• shhh don't look here (battle info will go here at some point)

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[APPLEJAW]

Applekit at once tries to shuffle her way to the front; she wanted to have the prettiest feather. She didn't know what she'd do with it or where she'd keep it until she did now, but she thought she deserved it. ShadowClan needed lots of feathers so it could feel less like a gross icky wasteland. Applekit would raise an eyebrow at Ghostkit, who looks around wildly as if anyone would try to take a feather that already had her spit on it. Applekit rolls her eyes and snatches up her own.

Then she would settle down beside Batkit, squinting up at the unsteady medicine cat with an intriqued glimmer in her eye. Magpiepaw was one of the few not stupid cats in this clan– he was wise, and Applekit would listen to him. Ghostkit was being impatient.​

 

[Swansong]

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NOW I KNOW WHAT'S REAL, WHAT'S FAKE

Swankit likes Magpiepaw; he's weird and very wise, especially since he's a medicine cat apprentice now. That means he's important too, like Swankit's dad. He's excited to see the bicolor apprentice's form darken the mouth of the nursery, even moreso to see what he's brought. Feathers and a story, two very good gifts. He inspects the feathers for a good while while the others take their pick, searching for the right one.

Eventually, Swankit takes a small feather, bright and shiny. "Thank you," he says simply, turning blue eyes to Magpiepaw. He slinks closer to his sister, taking his spot beside Applekit as he waits for the story to begin.

RATHER SLEEP THAN STAY AWAKE
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• SWANKIT named for his pale fur, after his maternal grandmother.
  — he/him. 3 moons.
  — shadowclan kit.
  — quiet and dreamy.
  
  penned by saturnid.​
• "SPEECH"
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[SCREECHSTORM]

The nursery's confines hold Screechkit in its grasp once again - a blight from which he yearns to escape. To be outside, to survey the camp his home resides in, to find a way to explore what lies beyond that. Instead, he lies in its depth under the watch of a different queen, his mother elsewhere while he peers out at the world he wishes to follow her out to. Starlingheart's own kits are under the watch of another too, their medicine cat mother off doing... whatever medicine cats do.

Wrapping up paws of kits like him who get too close to brambles in their own fruition. Guiding the strange cat that follows her around, teaching them about medicine cat things.

Probably not the second option, as the black and white tom appears with a bundle of shining objects - a burst of feathers eventually thrown upwards at the mouth of the nursery. As they flutter downward, he and the rest of the kits in the nursery are summoned forward - summoned out of the den.

Screechkit is quick to move forward, lead by the glimmer of falling feathers. He leaps upward to catch one, an attempt that ends in a clumsy stumble and dull pain in his already wounded paw, but a success all the same as Magpiepaw's gift for him sits beneath mismatched paws. A night-black feather, similar in color to his siblings' pelts. They better hurry up, or else they won't get a cool gift like him!

He's so busy observing the new trinket he carries that he almost misses the rest of the medicine apprentice's call. Split-green eyes blink, a gaze looking upwards.

"A story...?" he repeats, head tilting to the side. "A good one?" Stories are few and far between for the boy, droning speeches he has yet to sit completely through. Still, he'll make the attempt to listen - maybe Magpiepaw has tales of the outside world to share.
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[valerianpaw]

Magpiepaw was a bit weird, but in a way that made him likable. She didn't interact often with the apprentice, but perhaps she should. She took a feather, shifting her gaze towards her sister as she tried to nab a pretty one. She wanted one too. However, the one she got was enough. Slinking back to join her siblings, the young girl leaned towards her brother, silently observing the medicine cat apprentice and their promised story.​

[sweet like honey]​