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[DARK-KIT]

Everyone knew that scars were symbols of the epic battles that the cat who bore them had fought in the past. His momma had a few, and she was the best warrior he'd ever met. Someday, he was going to grow up to be just like her. Someday, he would fight in great battles of his own (and of course he would always win) and he would get to be the one sitting around, telling the youngsters of the clan how he'd earned those scars. But that was many moons in the future, unfortunately. So for now, he would have to settle for being the one who got to hear those stories from his elders.

Dark-kit had already earned a reputation amongst the clan for being the annoying little tike that asked too many questions. He never got enough of listening to the stories that the warriors and apprentices came back to camp with. And he couldn't care less if they were tired of humoring him. There wasn't much else to keep him entertained in this musty ole camp, was there? So today, his next victim would be Ravendusk. He didn't actually know anything about the chocolate-furred tomcat, but that didn't stop him from strutting up to him with all the confidence in the world.

"Hey!" He called loudly, stumbling over his growing paws as he brazenly invaded the older feline's space. Head tilting, the young black tabby blinked impatiently up at Ravendusk, his tail settling on the damp earth behind him. "You got lotsa scars. That means you must fight a lot. Right?" Of course he was right. The kitten unsheathed his baby claws and scored them into the dirt, flashing a toothy, cocky grin. "Did ya win? Were ya really good at it? Tell me about one of your battles!" It was research, really. The more he learned now, the more prepared he would be when he finally got to become a warrior!

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• DARK-KIT ✦ he / him, kitten of riverclan, 2 moons
  ⭃ lh black / black tabby chimera w/ yellow eyes and a "lions mane" // big and stocky
  ⭃ claythorn x otterbite // littermate to sparrowkit and onyxkit
  ⭃ adoptive brother to eelkit and dropletkit
  ⭃ single, crushing on no one // mentored by no one
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted // underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by limerence ↛ @limericks. on discord, feel free to dm for plots

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[RAVENDUSK]

Kits were always such a delightful company, the only company that Ravendusk could do more then tolerate to have around, especially if breathing close to thier space. It was with hidden amusement that the graceful warrior would glance them down, instantly recognizing this one's fierce spirit. Claythorn for sure would have grown grey hairs during the time this lil rascal become a warrior.

This kit didn't waste anytime at all o reveal why they find themselves in this kits company at the moment. Scars, aha, now that was a touchy subject, one that Ravendusk rarely shared about if they ever had before. It would have been better if that topic had been left closed behind doors but Ravendusk could clearly see this kit was not one who liked disappointed answers. Maybe that was why they decided to humour them for a bit. It was rare that a kit dared to approach them after all.

" I surely did in the past.. these days though i'm mostly peaceful." A light amumsent slipt through but not enough to spread across thier elegant features, or even bring a smile out of them. Like mentioned already this topic was not one he fancied to share, or even talk about. But something surely could be done about this to share a tale to hopefully please this child's ears and mind.

" Take a seat then and i will tell you about the day i fought and defeated a fox." He started of with what he believed to be a thrilling start of a story. " It was before my fine here in riverclan. I lived with a different group back then and although things back there worked a bit different we protected each other just like riverclan do for thier own..." A short pause as a frown made its appearance over the memories, pushing past them the warrior contunied. " In that group kits could roam freely with the company of thier mothers and... one of them slipped too far away from their mothers watchful eye and...a fox had caught the scent of the kit. Starved and desperate, the fox was clearly ready to devour the kit like how we would devour a fish. The mother luckily enough caught attention over what was about to happen so stept in to defend her young one, however, she was no match to the beast. It didn't take long before the fox had the upperhand and the whole family was at the fox mercy.." Was this story unsettling for this kit to hear?, would it bring them fear or was it thrilling to listen to?. Ravendusk at least hoped Darkkit would understand with this story how dangerous it was to leave camp alone.

" Before any tragedy could strike i ended up to be close by, hunting for my own food that i was able to get there in time to defend that family. I lunged at the beast to fight it head first, claws and teeth out to do damage while i was dancing with death itself. At times i thought my end had come. It was thanks to my experienced skills that i was able to overwhelm it and made it flee with its tail between its shaky legs...but not without leaving a scar on my back to always remember it by. " Ravendusk would close his eyes and turned his head a bit to the side to allow the kit to see the scar marks across their back.

Opening them again he would finish. " But at least the family was safe and alive." A white lie had never hurt anyone before, and it was for the good intention of sheltering this kit from the real tragedy that had happened that day. Telling the story like this made it seem more like a fairytale. A heroic tale there they actually had power to control what had happened.

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[Thornskip]

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The thing Thornskip had learnt to enjoy the most around clan-life was the stories that littered it’s denizens. It seemed that everything carried history, good or bad there was a tale there. From any structure to any clan-mate, she was certain that somehow there would be a story somewhere attached to a stray pebble near the river. Maybe a stray tree tells local legends, surely the river itself as well. It was a novelty that hadn’t grown old for him at all. They tried to keep an ear out for any of these stories taking place, some slipped through his paws but he tried to be more perceptive over it. It appeared that maybe Dark-kit had a similar passion or keen eye, though it really could just be chalked up to the innocence of youth. A distance was kept, pleasant and polite enough to not want to be a direct eavesdropper on the story, unsure if his presence would be a welcomed one.

A time before RiverClan, mentions of stories like that always peaked her interest and Ravendusk’s was no exception. It was impressive to see how different cats narrated their events, it seemed this warriors was grounded in realism, apart from what she assumed was the occasional flourish. Maybe a little too dark for a kit to hear but she had faith that he would know what a kit could handle or what they couldn’t. Thornskip was always a little too trusting of those around her though, this instance was no difference in the fact that she held complete respect to listen in silence. It wasn’t his place to tell someone what they can or couldn’t say, and in a more selfish manner she was simply interested in hearing what would take place in this story.

Perhaps time with twolegs had plagued her head with fantasy because the white lie flies by her, presumably it does with Dark-kit as well. Maybe if she had been clan-born she could presume that it was far-fetched to imagine the family surviving this tale but in their whole-hearted enthusiasm it is believed in this moment. “That’s truly impressive Ravendusk!” voice dripping in hope and a sincerity that it could almost be sickening. Not an ounce of sarcasm, just awe. “Now you know that if you ever see a fox when you’re older that you'll be in safe paws if with Ravendusk, Right, Dark-kit?” They hoped that a fox would never be seen by the kit or if ever seen it would be at a safe distance, there was no harm in spinning hypotheticals though.

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[Pinepaw ⭒]

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- Pinepaw would like to sport a scar or two someday, perhaps a nick on the ear or a mark on the shoulder. Iciclefang had a big one, though that wasn’t from battle, and Lakemoons were much too large and in-your-face for Pinepaw’s liking. Still, they made for good stories and seasoned battle experience.

The young tortoiseshell was much too old to be interested in stories meant for kitten ears, though Dark-kit’s hollering was hard to ignore, placing Ravendusk on a honey-gold radar. Little by little, the patchwork apprentice shuffles her way over, ears perked with subtle interest as the image of Ravendusk taking on an entire fox played behind critical daffodil hues.

By the time the older warrior was done speaking, Pinepaw found herself on the cusp of being impressed. In truth, the closest she had been to taking on a predator was that ugly-lookin’ bird last moon- but those were just animals. Pinepaw wanted to hear about the heat of combat with another cat. Thornskip seemed wowed, her gaze remained squinted.

“You get any f’those fightin’ other cats?” The apprentice asks boldly, head tilting with expectation. Though, there was another opponent Pinepaw could think interesting enough. “‘R dogs?”

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  PINEPAW ✩ she/her, apprentice of riverclan, 6 moons.
  ⭃ stocky, coarse-furred tortoiseshell she-cat with large, white dipped forepaws, a white tail tip and muzzle. Honey hued optics take the shape of almonds.
  ⭃ apprenticed to Iciclefang.
  ⭃ daughter of Iciclefang && Stormywing ࿏ sister to Cragpaw && Crabpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[BLACKPAW]

Her life have been full of tales and fables, being shared with both real and false histories across this world, yet in the end, she can see that all would hold a message. A meaning. Even if unintended to be so, there is always a theme somewhere deep within them that can be thought of. Blackkit have always been a seeker of stories and she doesn't think she will ever outgrow this trait. The Everblue was the most common legend that she heard of in four moons from many different beings and places: The grand sea where every existing water preys and predators go. It'd be a paradise for RiverClan, she thought.

The voice of Darkkit's catches her attention as she has been resting from her recent self-training. Amusement burns deep across Blackkit when she finds that he's seeking an epic battle tale from Ravendusk who she holds deep respect in. The warrior is a mysterious figure, Blackkit finds. She'll be damned if she were to miss the story that he will share and after he finishes, nothing but fascination twinkles within her. Blackkit's bright gaze lingers over to the scars that appear across her friend's back, bearing remnants of courage that can shine greater than the sky and sea. He's truly so cool! "Oh, woowww...!"

An image of Sharppaw with his scattered scars flickers upon Blackkit's mind, his stupid smirk conceited as the scars are borne with endless vicious pride. Reminded of that softhead, her lips almost curl in disdain and she subconsciously lowers the side of her face to a shoulder, trying to hide the three claw marks that are painfully present over her right eye. Blackkit just doesn't understand how can anyone would want to carry these scars with such pride and delight. What if they were nothing more than marks of failure? Only the dark reminders that they're weak? Hers tell the world she's nothi—

Following Thornskip's and Pinepaw's words, Blackkit tries to ignore the plaguing grim thoughts with her inquiry to Ravendusk, "Have you ever fought any dangerous water creatures, Ravendusk-honor? I heard there's such things as poisonous fishes and water snakes." As one who is passionate of the deep blue, she is most curious about their aquatic combat experiences.

If she's going to be the best swimmer, then she'll need to fight best in water.
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