SEVEN HUNDRED FOURTEEN [ ☼ ] DOVEKIT, BEETLEKIT

[BURNSTORM]

Dovekit and Beetlekit have not been forgotten in his mind. He had already begun to show Littlekit how to hunt, watched her and instructed her and made sure she was ready but what of his other children? He refused to be neglectful in any way and it is only a couple of days later that he seeks out the other two of the litter. "Dovekit, Beetlekit, come here both of you please" he beckons to both of them with his fluffy tail, pulling them away from playtime with the others. By now, they had probably heard that he had been showing their sister a few things so he wastes no time in explaining what they were going to be doing. "You know, I was only a moon older than you two when I became an apprentice" He does not doubt that waiting until six moons was better, not when he looks down at these two and sees how small they are, imagines them in his sister's place, body laying in the snow broken and bloody. No. He is glad the rule had been put into place and he would fight tooth and nail to keep it that way. But that didn't mean they couldn't at least still learn how to protect themselves in case, stars forbid, anything did happen.

"Tell me, do you two enjoy wrestling?" he asks, tail waving in the air behind him. When he had been a kit, wrestling and rough housing had been his favorite (much to the detriment of his litter-mates, especially Moonwhisper who had always liked keeping her pelt clean, and to his mother who had to groom all the dust out of his fur every day) and he wonders if either of these two had inherited that trait from him.

// @Dovekit and @beetlekit!

( ☼ ) come and take it

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  BURNSTORM THUNDERCLAN LEAD WARRIOR ; HE / HIM ; BROTHER TO MORNINGPAW, MOONWHISPER, HOWLFIRE, FIREFLYPAW, SKYCLAW & DUSKBIRD ; MATE TO ROEFLAME ; FATHER TO DOVEKIT, BEETLEKIT, AND LITTLEKIT
  

  A large, sharp tongued, tom with long black fur and golden, oval shaped, eyes.

  ✦ Difficult in battle. A skilled fighter + fights honorably
  

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[Dovepaw]

Dovekit had, in fact, heard of their father helping to train Littlekit in the art of hunting and though they were jealous (they'd never admit it though) the kit had decided not to say anything in case it ruined whatever chance to get trained like Littlekit was doing. Maybe it was meant to be a surprise, or maybe Dovekit and Beetlekit were just so good with being ThunderClanners that Burnstorm had a hard time figuring out what to do, Littlekit was good as well but she was quiet and where Dove and Beetle had both expressed their want to be the best they had yet to hear Littlekit do the same so silent they stayed.

Until now.

Dovekit could hardly contain their excitement as Burnstorm called them and Beetlekit forth, paws practically having a mind of their own as they bounced over to the black feline, eyes wide as they tried to figure out what it was that was going to happen. "Whoa... that must have been so long ago. Like... before the clans." An off-handed comment as Dovekit observed the information of Burnstorm being so close in age to his own kits when he had been apprenticed. They meant nothing by it of course, simply not understanding that in the grand scheme of things Burnstorm was not old, simply just older than Dovekit and their siblings. "Were you big and strong then too? I bet you were only an apprentice for like... a moon before you were a warrior because you're just that awesome!" Burnstorm was one of the best, it was obvious he had to have been promoted super early because he was just that good.

Silence stretched from Dovekit before the question was asked and quickly the kit would jump up, head nodding quickly as they looked to Beetlekit for a moment. "Yeah we love wresting! Beetlekit is really good at it but I'm going to be really good at it too!" More often than not Beetlekit won in the wrestling matches, his want for playing rough not something that Dovekit had a counter for... yet. They'd get there.

PEACE LIKE A RIVER 𓇢𓆸 ALWAYS GOING, NEVER GETTING

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• DOVEKIT - GEN 4; ROEFLAME X BURNSTORM
  -- afab ;; they/them ;; thunderclan kitten
  -- sibling to littlekit && beetlekit
  -- lh chocolate silver lynx point
  -- stubborn && questions everything
  -- speaks in bolded #96b6a6

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[beetlepaw]

Beetlekit, even if he had heard about their father training Littlekit separately, took it on the chin and didn't care. He knew his time was coming- and his confidence, worn akin to a bluff on his sleeve, shone bright as Burnstorm found himself and his sibling. He knew his dad wouldn't leave him in the dark, leave him behind. He was excited, of course, and with good reason- being trained at the paws of his father, a lead warrior, trusted on their heritage's council... But he was wary not to show it as he padded (really, he skipped,) after his sibling and father.

"Dad, you're like... super old then." Beetlekit exclaimed as the settled, then snickered loudly as Dovekit spoke upon the same. He knocked his sibling on the shoulder, grin wide on his face. Vision switched back towards Burnstorm as he asked a very important question- Do you two enjoy wrestling? "Yeah! Dovekit is right. Wrestling is like... my favorite thing ever. I'm better then any of the other kits!" Whether or not that was totally true remained to be seen, but Beetlekit's chest puffed with pride as he lifted his chin.

He paused as a thought hit him. "Why? Do we get to wrestle you, Dad?" Beetlekit questioned, his head cocking as he stared up at him.

—————---***I DON'T START FIGHTS BUT***————---​

✧ I'LL HANDLE YOU JUST FINE

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• — LH black smoke with green eyes. scruffy looking with a very solid build.
  — 3 moons old; ages the 16th every month
  — tba orient. ; currently not looking
  — child of BURNSTORM and ROEFLAME
  — thunderclan ; loyal to FAMILY
  — medium to befriend ; trusts family mostly, trusts little otherwise
  — "speech", thoughts, attacking
  — peaceful powerplay allowed

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[BURNSTORM]

His whiskers twitch in amusement at Dovekit's comment, did they really think him so ancient? They must, because Beetlekit affirms it when he also comments on his age. Burnstorm does not correct them though, better that they think he is much wiser beyond his years than what he actually is. A young adult just guessing his way through the challenges of parenthood. "I became a warrior before my twelfth moon, Howlingstar promoted me early for saving your mother from a boar." he explains, his eyes shining as he remembers the proud moment he had stood before the clan and vowed to give his life in service to them. "Burnstorm, for your turbulent strength" he remembers his grandmother declaring. "That is a story for another day though" he says as he gently flicks his fluffy tail over Dovekit's face, where he can see in their eyes the already rapidly forming questions that his words have no doubt inspired.

He is pleased when both his kits express that they do in fact enjoy wrestling. When he had been their age, it had been his favorite game (much to the disappointment of his sisters) and it had helped to shape him into the capable fighter he was now. Perhaps Dovekit and Beetlekit held the same affinity, perhaps one day they would both be good fighters like he was. "Very perceptive Beetlekit" he purrs, a hint of pride in his voice. "Yes, I want you both to work together to take me down." he says, already dropping into a defensive crouch. He would not attack them back, that wouldn't be exactly fair, or very ethical, but he wouldn't make it easy on them either. "Pretend I'm a badger and I've invaded camp and it's up to you two to get me to leave" the thought of such a thing ever happening makes his blood run cold but hopefully, as long as he was around, it never would come to that.

( ☼ ) come and take it

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  BURNSTORM THUNDERCLAN LEAD WARRIOR ; HE / HIM ; BROTHER TO MORNINGPAW, MOONWHISPER, HOWLFIRE, FIREFLYPAW, SKYCLAW & DUSKBIRD ; MATE TO ROEFLAME ; FATHER TO DOVEKIT, BEETLEKIT, AND LITTLEKIT
  

  A large, sharp tongued, tom with long black fur and golden, oval shaped, eyes.

  ✦ Difficult in battle. A skilled fighter + fights honorably
  

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