pafp RUNNING IN THE SHADOW ⊱ Obstacle course ⊰

[Coyotecrown]

Of all the cats she expected to give her grey fur it wouldn't have been Mumblekit. Really, she should be quite easy to have around, not argumentized by any means and rather self contained. Yet it's that damned soft spot, can it really be a 'spot' when the whole body is soft? Coyotecrown keeps her in mind often because of that fact, making sure she's not hiding anywhere whenever the tortoiseshell returns to camp from her hunting patrols. Today she has decided to lighten the load of whoever is going to have to carry her training, she'd think to make it the kits incompetent father with how much he boasts about her potential as a weapon. That would just be setting her up for failure and despite how blunt she is around the trembling child she doesn't hate her.

"Mumblekit," her call is direct, once she spots the bone tailed she-kit there is a stare of expectation for her to come approach. "We will be honing your agility today" she decides with a solemn nod, maybe if she was more creative she could make it sound more enticing. For all intents and purposes this is a race after all, yet her rather dull and to the point delivery hinders her once more. "Speed is important here, both physically and mentally. I have taken the liberty to place some obsticles throughout camp." With a jerk of her head she motions to the rather sizable stones and debris that can't be found normally here. "At the end of this course there lies a moss covered stone, I will be counting how long it takes for you to reach that and come back." As always she considers her niblings, Mumblekits peers.

Her gaze flickers to try and catch a glimpse of any of her siblings little shadows. "You could race other kits too if you wish." She would offer up a prize but she doesn't wish to reward the bare minimum, much less she can't think of anything enticing to offer someone so young. With a graceful flick of her tail she reclines on her haunches, watching one of the newer editions of the clan expectantly, a silent indication for her to start this whenever she should so choose. As things always are with Coyotecrown this is less of a offer and more of a demand.

‎‎ ‎OOC ✙ BABY NOTHING COMES FOR FREE ‎

• please wait for @Mumblekit

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• COYOTECROWN
  She / her, DuskClan leader, 21 moons (ages on the 3rd)
  ✥ NPC x NPC | Sibling to Vixenblood, Viperstrike, Kitewail, Hawk, Wolf, Spider & Shrikedream
  ✥A long haired tortoiseshell with hazel eyes | Judgemental and spiteful, a cat that lacks respect for others and refuses to feign it.
  ✥ "speech" | thoughts | attacking
  ✥ All opinions are IC only!

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[Mumblekit]

Mumblekit

Status: Scared, Nervous

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Mumblekit slinks from the shadow she had been taking cover in, tail curled around her leg and making her stumble her way over to Coyotecrown, a tremble wracked her small frame that didn't help. She glanced over the obstacle course the leader says she placed for her to navigate. Why though. Why go through the trouble? With the name she was given she was sure the leader hated her, so why waste her time on Mumblekit.

The small form looks for the moss covered stone that is mentioned before looking around for the other kits, she doesn't particularly want to race anyone, she didn't particularly want to do this to begin with but she didn't have a choice. She could only feel relief that it wasn't fighting related. This would at least prove useful, This I can at least use in my plans to runaway. If I'm fast enough they won't be able to catch me... are the thoughts tumbling through her head. She takes a step forward and nearly falls flat on her face due to her tail. She glanced back at it and gulps. To be fast she'd have to move it, but to move it would mean the bones would be on display... she didn't like that. Slowly she unfurled her tail from her leg and then hastily wrapped it in a ball on her back instead. No white was visible doing this and she sighed in relief. She may look weird doing it but at least the horrible markings were hidden from view.

Mumblekit approached the start of the course and gulped nervously before glancing back at Coyotecrown, who sits and waits for her to start. She turns back and breathes a deep breath before putting one foot forward and starting the course.
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It's my Curse to try and make it right ☪────☪────☪ But by trying make it Worse

• OOC:
• Mumblekit - LH Classic Black Tabby w/ Low White and Green Eyes ☪ She/Her ☪ Duskclan Kit ☪ Penned by Snowy ☪ 3 moons
  ☪ Contact TimelordSnowy on Discord for plotting
  ☪ "Speech"
  ☪ Thoughts

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[DUSTWHISKER]

DUSTWHISKER

HE / HIM | DUSKCLAN WARRIOR

Of all the kits that leech off of DuskClan, it is perhaps Mumblekit that Dustwhisker has the least faith in becoming a warrior. Always trembling, always crying. Kitewail's kits don't do much of that in comparison, and it doesn't look like a phase she'll grow out of anytime soon — even if her father insists she's destined for something greater.

(In a dream-like blur, he remembers his own face wet with tears at her age. It's a memory that bubbles up at the sight of her, only to be swiftly knocked down and cast aside for more important things. Dustwhisker doesn't need to dwell on his days as Dustkit.)

Still, if Mumblekit is to live here, she'll soon need to learn the ways of a DuskClan warrior. So, in essence, what Dustwhisker watches Coyotecrown craft for her kit (a mess he's hoping he doesn't have to clean up), will probably be a good starting point for the kit. He hears the leader's set rules as he approaches the scene, a torn ear flicking in acknowledgment. Dull eyes watch as the trembling kit hesitates, and when Mumblekit finally takes her first steps into the obstacle course, Dustwhisker turns to Coyotecrown.

" How far do you think she'll get? " he asks the tortoiseshell, voice low to be sure Mumblekit can't hear. " A mouse on her not making it halfway through without crying. "

Dustwhisker stands with fur fit for the name bestowed upon him. Dusty twists riddle his tufted form, darkest along his back and tail, as well as beneath his eyes. White marks his scar-torn muzzle and a dull, often judgmental, yellow gaze completes his face. Scars riddle his front paw, and he carries a tear in his ear.

- Breezecurl † x Stormtalon † ⋅ Single
- Sibling to Molepaw †, Heatherkit †
- Mentored by Stormtalon † ⋅ Mentor to no one
- Penned by Abri

 

[Smudgeclaw]

"Hey Dustwhisker, I'll take you up on that! I believe in our little clanmate." Smudgeclaw interjected, entertained by the idea of a bet. Mostly just to be a contrarian. He wasn't actually sure if Mumblekit could get through it without some tears, but if she didn't, he would love to rub it in. Afterall, he lost nothing but a mouse for losing and would gain far more enjoyment from winning. And who knows, she may surprise both Coyotecrown and Dustwhisker.

"You've got this Mumblekit!" He cheered on, looking over at the black kit. Sure she was small, and scrawny, and spent half the time shivering- but who knows, maybe she was secretly the most agile kit here. Maybe she just needs some encouragement, all cats have different motivational styles after all. Brute force on some would only make them shut down, not strive to be better.

He moved and found a comfortable spot to sit and watch, eager to see what each kit would do to try and win.

 

[larkspurpaw]

Larkspurkit will not participate in the obstacle course Coyotecrown has made for Mumblekit and his siblings; he knows he will face some type of ridicule from his aunt if he does not do well. The frail chimera lingers beside a wind-beaten rock and stares with wide eyes at Coyotecrown as she instructs the older kit. His pinky tongue runs along his bottommost exposed teeth as he spectates quietly behind the two warriors intending to place bets on Mumblekit's performance. His gaze flickers to look at what Coyotecrown's reaction could be to Dustwhisker's reaction but returns just as quickly to focus again on Mumblekit.

The runt's eyes roll when Mumblekit repositions her tail to disguise the skeletal markings, his short ears flick rapidly in a subtle display of annoyance. Starlitkit would never feel sun on her face if she had to hide the eerie tear markings which so cruelly resemble the welted scars on their Da's own face. Hollowkit would reek of mud he would need to smear on his flank to cover up the skull-like marking which it has been told also resembles the pattern on their Mother's face. He knew his malformed face was unsightly but there was no way to conceal it and all he could do is embrace it like Mumblekit should do with her tail. Does the kit's father tell her not to be so cautious? It would be daunting to see her tail's marking in a battle he thinks. Larkspurkit decides he needs to bring this idea up to Mumblekit at some point, she could use it to scare away Duskclan's enemies.

Larkspurkit glances over his shoulder to his Da who watches not too far away with a disapproving frown curling down their maw. He begins to back away from the semicircle of observers but a stiff nod from Kitewail encourages him to stay. "Good... luck," he mumbles to Mumblekit, but he doubts she can hear him as she begins the obstacle course.

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Larkspurkit is a black smoke/silver tabby chimera wip wip wip

Kitewail x Florabreeze / littermate to Rookkit, Starlitkit, Wiltingkit, Hollowkit / half-sibling to Magnoliashine
mentored by who / mentoring who
2 moons old as of 02/15/2025

penned by ken_unot

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[starlitpaw]

The fastest among them may very well be the first born - lanky and long nosed, Rook-kit could so easily cut through the air with his wit and claws and outpace the trembling Mumblekit with ease. Wiltingkit isn't one to bother in tests like this, the brawny kitten doesn't think, and both Hollowkit and Larkspurkit have their own issues to tend to that would likely ward them away from this activity. Kitewail lingers nearby, watching with half lidded eyes but ensuring their children don't escape the activity. At least watch, their gaze says, as if showing boredom would inflict repercussions on their lineage.

Rook-kit, however, wouldn't bother with this sort of thing. And maybe Starlitkit simply wanted to get the activity over with. They wandered closer, fatigue wearing down their trunk-thick limbs as they do. The sooner they complete this, the sooner they get their praise from their aunt, and the sooner they may sleep. In truth, the outcome for Mumblekit gives them no worry nor pause. If she beats them, then fine - if she doesn't, same answer. Star-bright eyes, dulled by exhaustion, flicker to the she-kit.

"Good luck," they murmur, echoing the sentiment said by their sibling, before taking off down the track.​

 

[PRIVETFROST]

While Dustwhisker and Smudgeclaw gambled on their future generation, Privetfrost simply watched them with daggered gaze. The deputy of Duskclan was not a betting man, and thus, he held little sentiment in bargaining himself away just for the chance to be dumb luck's chosen pony for once. Of course, the magpie-coated tomcat had learned to bet upon his life in tough situations. As much as he hated it, chance still had a habit of mucking up his plans, and any one of the racers could peal through out of no fault of the others. He wondered which of the kits would triumph over the rest, and which ones would falter in the way of their peers, as though he were a predator sweeping through the lands for prey. Mumblekit was a crybaby and a wimp, but she could use both her dark pelt and rushing adrenaline to pull her through fear. Starlitkit was a sloth and a sluggard, but they could use their apathy to tear through hesitation. "Hm... All of them are weak-willed and frail. I do not have any stake in this race." He muttered (though he was never asked to respond), basking in the thin veils of shadows, like it were a rolling sea that he allowed to drown him. Still, curiosity still drew his attention. There was still insight to be gained from such a trivial task.

SIE WIRD HEUT NACHT NICHT UNTERGEH'N 🗡🗡🗡 UND DIE WELT ZÄHLT LAUT BIS ZEHN

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  PRIVETFROST & HE/HIM & 15 MOONS
  

  —— Deputy of Duskclan / Snakehiss x Berrysnap / Former mentor of Mizzlepaw
  —— Wine-dark and white-tipped, almost like a magpie. He has black fur except for the tips of his ears, his muzzle and chin, a blaze on his chest, bottom portion of the legs, outer end of the tail, and along the upper ridges of eyes. He has ghost striping that can only be seen in certain sunlight and cold, fern-green eyes.
  —— A cool and calculating despot with little regard for those that do not fall within his plans. Hard to befriend and harder to maintain a steady friendship with, though he will humor one if they have something to offer him. Ambitious and ever-inquisitive of the curiosities of his own mind.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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