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[BILBERRYPAW]

To be a kit is to be a varied thing. Some kits, as Bilberrykit has come to understand it, are just like himself. Some of them, disappointingly, are newborn. Smaller than Bilberrykit with closed eyes and short tails. Stranger still are the kits older than Bilberrykit—larger than him, enough so to be nearly grown. Witherkit is like that: taller than Bilberrykit by over a head and out of step with the proportions of his growing body. As Bilberrykit has come to understand, the very same thing will happen to him in the matter of a moon or two.

If words said by his older clanmates are to be believed, the unknowable and unpredictable process of growth spurt has already visited poor Bilberrykit.

“Hold still,” Bilberrykit says—to Witherkit. He’s trapped the older kit in a game. “You’ll look so pretty after…” The only reason Bilberrykit trails off is to scoop up his collection of torn up grass, and the after turns out to be dropping the grass onto Witherkit without ceremony, “There!”

He backs away to admire his work, and instead frowns when he notices Witherkit’s size. “They are gonna make you an apprentice soon. That’s what happens when you get big,” He nods in self agreement—this information is right and good, “Is that scary?”

@Witherkit
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[Witherpaw]

They are unsure of how this arrangement came to be. Well actually they can pin it down a little. He had been sunning himself in the afternoon sun when Bilberrykit took it upon himself to help him in relaxation. The kit had instructed him to sit still and since that's what he had already doing it wasn't too hard of a task to complete.

Witherkit was certainly starting to feel a little to outgrown for the nursery. Not only did his long limbs no longer fit as nicely next to his siblings, but kit games that weren't wrestling were starting to be more nonsense than fun. Although the young tom had never really had the knack for make believe as the other kittens did, so in a way you can't outgrow something you were never grown into.

A rain of grass clippings showered his charcoal body... how lovely. He indulged a smile back at the bi-colour kit, he might not be having a great time but it was the duty of older cats to protect the younger ones. And if playing along with this game protected Bilberrykit from being sad, then by StarClan above, Witherkit was going to be a good sport. He is just about to compliment the work when a frown crossed the other kit's face.

He was getting big, he noticed and other queens were beginning to remark on how tight the den was seeming nowadays, and apparently it wasn't a secret to the younger kits either. They pondered the question of fear, "Yes and no," he paused trying to string together thoughts into digestible words "I think that it's what I want to do, I want to be big and brave. But, I guess that it's going to HAVE to be scary. Like if it wasn't scary then we would just be kits and then warriors. I have to learn how to be brave, which I guess is the scary part." The words are not said with as much confidence as they hoped. Truly Witherkit is a simple cat, they have been told that being a warrior is a good thing and therefore that is what they shall be. There didn't need to be more questions asked, it was just the way it had to be. Even if an apprenticeship did turn out to be scary, there was no turning back.

"speech"
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[RATTLEHEART]

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — A fair amount of time had passed since he had last left the nursery, far too preoccupied with his own newborns to even entertain the thought of leaving his nest. However, after so many sunrises and sets spent curled around the little ones, he had begun to grow... stiff. Restless. He needed some time out, and it certainly helped that his litter of five was already starting to grow more independent, squirming around and growing more curious about their surroundings beyond just where their next round of nutrition would come from. That made it far easier for him to nudge one of the other queens and ask for them to watch the sizable litter for a short while.

Long enough for him to venture out of the nursery itself, stretching lengthy legs that had been cramped into one position for far too long. Rattleheart's pale gaze surveyed the camp all around him, watching for signs of anything interesting - only to eventually land on Bilberrykit, and his larger, clipping-covered companion. A quiet chuckle left him before he grew closer, clearly amused by the decorating that Bilberrykit had decided to take upon himself. "What an interesting choice for your beautification... although, I suppose it does add a bit of color to Witherkit's pelt, doesn't it?" And really, just the sight of grass was enough to bring a sense of warmth to the queen's chest, considering how ravaged the entire territory had looked not so long ago. It was incredible how the moors had already started to bounce back, albeit at a much slower pace compared to the sudden outpouring of flowers that had taken place before the twolegs had set everything ablaze.

Admittedly, the tunneler had never really had an apprenticeship phase of his life. He and Scorchstreak had just been loners, and then the next day they had been Windclan warriors, rather unceremoniously - besides the literal ceremony of their renaming. They had taken some time to get used to their new roles, and to learn the actual ins-and-outs of tunneling, sure, but he had never exactly been Rattlepaw. It was hard for him to fully understand what Witherkit was feeling, yet he tried to offer the growing tom some support nevertheless. "Some parts of going into a new phase of life will always be scary, but it's also exciting, isn't it? You'll be able to do so much more as an apprentice, all while learning what will one day make you a skilled warrior." Rattleheart's attention then snapped over to Bilberrykit, offering the other a similarly supportive smile. "It won't be long until you'll be making that transition too, Bilberrykit. But I'm sure the both of you will make wonderful apprentices - and end up with dedicated mentors." He couldn't very well think of many Windclan warriors that he wouldn't trust with apprentices like Witherkit and Bilberrykit, save for a couple of rather notable exceptions.

THE RIGHTEOUS HAND OF GOD 𓆩♡𓆪 THE DEVIL THAT YOU FORGOT

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  ❥ longhaired black and white tom with pale green eyes
  ❥ 51 moons old; ages the 1st every month
  ❥ afab; uses he/she/they pronouns
  ❥ homosexual homoromantic; mated to venomstrike
  ❥ sibling to scorchstreak, lizardbounce, and rabbitclaw
  ❥ currently mentoring downypaw
  ❥ somewhat difficult to befriend; wary but kind
  ❥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ❥ all opinions are ic

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[SUNNVAR]

Learning to be brave– what nonsense this would have seemed to him, some moons ago. Bravery was a trait that he had been born with, as much part of his blood as the storms and the snow. From the time that he could walk he heard tales of what awaited him. Warriors and their greatness, the strength which it took to defend their home and those that they cared for. The thought of learning it would have made him recoil. And yet. . . now that he looks back upon himself, he knows that he had. Those stories he heard had carved something from him. All weakness pulled from him as he was shaped into what he thought he must become. Was it wrong? That is a question he only considers now: had he become something that is not so welcome in this new world? (It is not new, he knows, but he had taken so swiftly to it that he had not considered– he had not looked.)

It is good that they consider this. Sunstar takes in that thought slowly. Witherkit is not desperate for what stood before him. Certainly not enough to blind him to it. The leader looks upon him in quiet contemplation, and then speaks, "It is good that neither of you will walk blindly into this. Life within a clan is no simple thing; there will be much to learn, and many burdens to carry." The tom's expression is serious until the moment that he chooses to soften it, and he tilts his head some to smile briefly upon the pair. "But spend some more time decorating, first. Your apprenticeship will come in its own time, and your adjustment to it as well."

𝐈 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐌 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐒 ╱ ( 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝗕𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐆 ) 〚 06.03 〛 🟒ᨒ

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• ↟ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑.  ╱  AMAB  HE - HIM - HIS.  LEADER OF WINDCLAN.  ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆  ⋆̶̬́̀
  ————  a rogue brought to windclan in a search for greatness, one of sootstar's most loyal warriors turned into her downfall. with a mate and kits to worry about, and now nine lives from starclan with a missing limb, windclan's leader has a lot to prove.
  
  
  
  a large chocolate and white rosette tom with seaglass eyes. the first thing many see when looking at sunstar now is not his proud posture or un-windclan build, but the scarred stump that remains of his front left leg. a wound that would have killed most other cats took one of his lives; not even starclan could repair it.

• "speech"

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