pafp GIRLY DRINKS, PARLOUR GAMES ↺ kit derailment/choking

[MOORBLOSSOM]

"Weeee!" hollers Moorkit, who paints the camp red with her growing legs. She is as quick as the wind itself, punting up oodles of sandy clouds as her paws shoot across the hollow. Even a couple of sunrises ago, the girl wasn't this fast. WindClan's grown-ups better be vigilant about how they treat her now, because it's a mere matter of moons until she's outrunning them all!

Front pads land on the ground at a funny angle. They become trapped in the grains and refuse to pull out when told to, and moments afterwards, her rear ankles dangle over her noggin. Poor Moorkit's disastrous wreck does not end there though, thanks to a silly little thing called momentum. She tumbles, and she somersaults, and she flails around for at least a fox-length after the fact. It is only when her chin thumps into the sand that the turbulent kit stops in her tracks, and even then, her head still spins.

It feels like there's a gopher rummaging around inside her brain! Such a weird sensation, and her face would remain scrunched up for as long as she had to endure it. On top of that, now her legs are sore. She wishes Mom or Dad were here to tell her she was alright.

Emerald hues blink open in a sluggish manner. They open to a landscape which continues to revolve around her, a world where the gorse wall sways like a branch in the breeze. It gradually comes to a standstill, thank StarClan, and the first thing Moorkit can clearly see is a writhing, wriggling, pink worm between her paws. "Woah! A snake!"

She cannot stop what happens next. The prospect of catching - and eating - her first prey was too large of an urge to swallow. If anyone asks, it's the instincts' fault and not her own.

Moorkit lunges forward, slurping up the thing without giving it so much as a chew. It wiggles the entire way down, a fact she found so funny that she fails to stifle the coming laugh. And when she laughs, her fresh-kill gets caught in her throat. And when that happens, she too writhes around like a worm on the ground; not because she wants to, but rather because she's choking.



// @VULTUREMASK ​

 

[VULTUREMASK]

Ah, what a nice day. So peaceful and quiet for once. The perfect day for Vulturemask to actually get to relax for once and not having to attend to his stupid patients in the den. Tigerfrost could take care of himself and no one had hurt themselves today. It was a good day and...what on earth was Moorkit doing?. Vulturemask lifted a eyebrow as the kits lil adventure in camp noticing how they made themselves ready to pounce at something. Probably an insect nothing to be alarmed about. The tired medicine cat had just placed his head down on his paws to rest for a bit when the chaos started.

At first everything seemed fine. Moorkit was just trying to eat what she had captured but not long after she started to make weird noises as she fell over and looked like a worm on the ground. It didn't click straight away, honestly it took a few seconds before Vulturemask realised what was going on was serious and not just a kit playing some silly game. But when he realised that the kit was choking he was quick up on his paws to rush over. You lil shit!. he crused inside of his head because now his calm evening was ruined!.

The medicine cat was quick to arrive to the kits side and without hesitation he attempted to lift the kit up by one of their back legs so he could start bounce the kit up and down in a desperate attempt to make the worm go back up the kits throat again and out before she got choked to death.


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[Petalpaw ★]

Moorkit is a tireless source of energy, he wants to take a nap just watching her sprint around, a black bolt of lightning tearing up the earth. Petalkit perches in the mouth of the nursery den, paws outstretched before him and head lazily lain atop them at a slight angle so he can continue watching the other galavant about. Is he that fast? He had never tried to race so quickly, afraid to trip and tumble and hurt his nose or his paws or his anything really. When the girl flips forward into a heap he raises his head; gratified in his acknowlegement of the dangers of running. She should be more careful. He'd tell her if he could, but as he considers a way to gesture that might explain his warning to her she cries shrilly and is attacking something. Pink, winding, a snake it's called apparently and his blue eyes widen in horror. Laughter turns to wheezing and he stands, clumsy paws moving him forward when another black shadow descends upon them and the other kitten is hoisted skyward by a new assailant.

Petalkit can not call for help. He can not cry out in alarm at the sight before him, nor can he offer warning or plead for Moorkit's life. His mouth is open in a soundless cry, but not even a mewl or squeak escapes him. Vulturemask was going to eat her right in front of him and he could do nothing about it but cowardly prance in place and lash his tail. Bluekit had told him that cats don't either cats, but this could not be further from the truth! Her own sister was going to be devoured and he thinks back to his denmates wide green eyes tearfully mourning over her fallen sibling and it spurns him into action. If no other cat will, he has to step up to the plate.
The lilac kitten springs forward, as Vulturemask shakes the other kit in the air by a backleg he leaps himself onto one long ebony limb to twist around and gnaw.
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[WINDSTRIDER]

"Moorkit!"

Windstrider couldn't hide their gasp as Moorkit shouted, snake!, and promptly ate the worm. It started as a laugh, just as their sister had, a feeble wheeze more fitting to an elder escaping their lungs. Their vision had blurred, struggling to keep their knightly posture, failing to reel in a loud snort before the danger of it sunk in. It was a slow process for a speedy, fast-wit cat: from oh, she's just ate a worm to oh, she's fucking dying.

"Get it out," they urged unhelpfully as a lilac blur skirted across their vision. Eyes widening, Windstrider watched as Petalkit attempted to rescue Moorkit from Vulturemask. Reflexes nearly earned him a skilled kick, had they not stepped back instead of forwards. Morbidly, it was still funny, a crack in their mind, something to burst into laughter about later.

In the moment, it was fucking terrifying, too.

Windstrider scanned the camp, at the few cats watching. Sootstar would -- Stars, they don't even know what she'd do if she saw this.​

 

[SOOTSTAR]

Good heavens! She was witnessing the most horrific sight, Moorkit coughing up a fit, choking, and Vulturemask grabbing her by a rear leg, shaking her. Every motherly instinct in her body screams, ”Moorkit!” Sootstar shrills, her fear betrayed in her voice as paws lunge forward. An older sibling was already to the rescue, but it was clear Windstrider just as well did not know what much to do. At least Lilackit was being taken care of- kinda…

”How is that helping her?!” Sootstar would yowl at Vulturemask, visibly distressed in a way only a mother whose child was in danger could be. ”You’re going to make it worse!” She was certain- oh… what could she do besides trust in this situation? She feels powerless and prays to the heavens they help her kitten. ​

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Spoiler: TAGS ★ 02/19

( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions )​

╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· SOOTSTAR, female — she / her
╰ ‣ 37 moons . pisces. ages on the first
╰ ‣ windclan leader . marsh-born . believes in starclan
╰ ‣ former soldier of the marsh group

╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, smells like heather and wet dirt , status — 100%
╰ ‣ blue smoke . scarred chest, difficult to see through fur . green eyes

╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ESTJ-A ❝ EXECTUTIVE ❞ , Slytherin, Lawful Evil
╰ ‣ Cunning, brash, fierce, confident, self-reliant, envious & selfish
╰ ‣ finds great difficulty in relating to others . can be cruel, usually shows mercy to those she can find sympathy with
╰ ‣ sole key to her heart is loyalty, if you have her trust, she often shows a completely different side of herself. Aggression tends to manifest from her extreme paranoia
╰ ‣ Appreciates titles such as "miss, m'am" etc

╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· SOOT CLAW x PEBBLE BREEZE, sister to Pebblenose
╰ ‣ heterosexual. mate to Weaselclaw
╰ ‣ mother to Windstrider, Sootchaser, Moorkit, Adderkit, Harrierkit, Bluekit & Cottonkit
╰ ‣ mentor to Smokepaw
╰ ‣ average fighter . skilled hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . unlikely to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.​

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[Bluepool]

Bluepool has to stop herself from absolutely guffawing like one of the braying donkeys that live on the farm on their moorlands. She had seen the entire scene play out, and while she had to admit her heart hammers in her chest and twists painfully at the idea of a young life being snuffed out so quickly, she also has to admit that it’s really funny. The pure chaos of Moorkit lunging forward, swallowing the poor creature, then being shaken by the clans medicine cat to get it out? Comedy gold!

But she can see the pained expression on her sisters face and she knows now is not the time for any wise cracks or even laughter, though it seemed her nephew already had it covered. "itll be okay" she attempts to soothe her sister, though even she herself is not certain. Surely though, the stars would not take a kit like this? "Im sure Vulturemask knows what he’s doing" or else I’ll flay him myself she adds silently and her claws unsheathe and find purchase in the sand beneath her, steadying her to the ground lest she lunge forward and save her niece from whatever this was.

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[Azaleafrost]

Panic flooded Azaleapaw as she noticed MOORKIT was choking. Other cats had gathered, including Sootstar herself who was understandably upset. She watched with wide, frightened eyes as the adults panicked and as Vulturemask shook Moorkit to try and save her.

She didn't like Sootstar's kits, but that didn't mean she wanted them to die! Her fur was on end and she was practically holding her breath as the scene continued to unfold.

"Starclan don't let her die...." She mumbled weakly, unable to tear her eyes from the scene.

Her duties could wait. She was frozen to her spot, just a few pawsteps away. She dared not get to close.
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[MOORBLOSSOM]

[cw: gagging, just overall grossness]

The flow of air is severed, and though her lungs constrict as they normally would, she's left to gasp and struggle for breath that refuses to come. But fear suffocates her, as well. To lose her bearing over something as familiar as breathing, it is profoundly scary. Heaving, coughing, spitting, and wheezing fails to clear the blockage in her gullet. Owing to this, the girl can't call out for help either. She cannot even call out for the protection of her own mother. She's powerless, subjugated by this doom inflicted upon herself. She's so scared.

Soppy tears flood the corners of her scrunched eyes, brought on by the terror that overwhelms her so. The short fur on her cheeks is made wet by their streams, but before they can drip down onto the ground below, Moorkit's entire world is swung upside-down; and rather than the claws of StarClan, thank everything, it is her own medecine cat who snatches her up.

Her smaller form is jostled around at the behest of his grip. She continues to heave, to choke, to sputter—and strangely enough, the fear of it all becomes muffled in knowing it's Vulturemask who supports her so. "Hyyyick!" gags the she-kit. The manner in which they move her triggers something inside her system. "Hyyyack!" she goes again. It's an awfully unpleasant noise, and she can feel a whole manner of fluids moving inside of her. Fluids which want to come out.

"Hyyyuck!"

Oxygen, sweet oxygen, shoots into her system all at once. So too does the worm, which she swallows whole. Normalcy returns to her senses as she can suddenly breathe once more. Her muscles grow slack, and her breathing grows calmer by the moment.

Her eyes quiver as they survey the clanmates around her, but they eventually find come to rest on her own mother, finding solace in her nurturing spirit. "Mommy!" Moorkit cries, before wriggling free from Vulturemask's clutches. She lands on her side, rising to all fours quickly after before hobbling into the safety of her parent's coat. The tears return, clotting up the larger she-cat's ashen furs, but they hardly match the joyous words that come next: "I got it, mommy!" she lauds. "I got my first prey!" ​

 

[SOOTSTAR]

The words of her sister provide little comfort, Sootstar wishes she could entrust in her words but how could a mother when her child was grasping for air right before her eyes? I’m sure Vulturemask knows what he’s doing, “I’m not!” She wants to scream, in fact it almost leaves the tip of her tongue, but then her child draws breath!

Mommy!
As Moorkit tumbles to her Sootstar’s heart soars, ”Oh, Moorkit…” blue legs move to meet the kitten half-way, with a paws she pulls the striped kit closer into her fur. From here Sootstar doesn’t know what to say or do, words of comfort were not her expertise, and little room was there in this situation to hand out criticism; how she usually tried to aid cats.

”That you did, Moorkit, that you did.” She hums, feeling the trembling of her limbs slow as the adrenaline wore off. ”A fine hunter you will become… we just must remember to chew.”​

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Spoiler: TAGS ★ 02/19

( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions )​

╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· SOOTSTAR, female — she / her
╰ ‣ 37 moons . pisces. ages on the first
╰ ‣ windclan leader . marsh-born . believes in starclan
╰ ‣ former soldier of the marsh group

╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, smells like heather and wet dirt , status — 100%
╰ ‣ blue smoke . scarred chest, difficult to see through fur . green eyes

╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ESTJ-A ❝ EXECTUTIVE ❞ , Slytherin, Lawful Evil
╰ ‣ Cunning, brash, fierce, confident, self-reliant, envious & selfish
╰ ‣ finds great difficulty in relating to others . can be cruel, usually shows mercy to those she can find sympathy with
╰ ‣ sole key to her heart is loyalty, if you have her trust, she often shows a completely different side of herself. Aggression tends to manifest from her extreme paranoia
╰ ‣ Appreciates titles such as "miss, m'am" etc

╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· SOOT CLAW x PEBBLE BREEZE, sister to Pebblenose
╰ ‣ heterosexual. mate to Weaselclaw
╰ ‣ mother to Windstrider, Sootchaser, Moorkit, Adderkit, Harrierkit, Bluekit & Cottonkit
╰ ‣ mentor to Smokepaw
╰ ‣ average fighter . skilled hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . unlikely to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.​

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[VULTUREMASK]

Vulturemask was doing his best to save this kits life when a little vermin decided to attack one of his damn legs!. The medicine cat eyes went wide and since his mouth was already occupied he couldn't exactly throw his attacker off him!. In the first place he had a more serious matter to deal with right now so he was only left with one option and that was to pick up the leg in the air that was being attacked by small sharp teeths and...jump on three legs while trying to contunie to save Moorkit all while trying to keep his damn balance!.

For a split second he thought that maybe one of his clanmates would come to his aid to help him out to get the vermin off his leg but no they all decided to stand there looking like fools! all while giving warning glares to him in case he failed to save their relatives life. All of them belong to Sootstars family!. (beside Azaleapaw) He send all of them a displeased glare that said 'you fucking assholes' and in that moment he hated all of them as they just stood there watching as he jumped on three legs looking like a complete fool.

Like his situation not could get worse Sootstar ended up there as well yelling her fears and concerns at him. Making it worse?!. What the hell was he suppose to do then?!. Push his paw down her throat and end up choking her even more?!. He could do nothing beside jumping on three legs looking like a fool while trying to get the worm out of this brats mouth!.

Finally what felt like an enternity for him he heard that sound that he had been waiting for that sounded like music to his ears. The sound that was being made when air had returned back to the lungs and from his corner even spotted when the worm fell out from the kits mouth. The danger was over. Vulturemask would lower down his mouth right before Moorkit kicked herself free making her landing shorter at least. It took the medicine cat a moment to catch his breath being completely out of it thanks for a certain brat.

Once he had catch his breath his attention went to the culprit who held his leg captive. Vulturemask lifted his head further up as he turned his head to face the kit so he could stare them right in the eye, and with narrowed orbs he gave them a death glare. Let go of my leg " he would hiss at them, a snarl rumbling in his throat. He hated cats touching him and the fact a kit was holding his leg with their filthy mouth was disgusting. Eww, he would have to scrub his leg clean after this!!.


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