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[TWILIGHTPAW]

His mother was all too excited to leave them behind, but Twilightkit cannot begrudge her for doing so. The threats on their territory are far more important than rearing kittens for an evening. He feels, if he was given the chance, he would be hot on her heels - he would be far from the mumbling and crying apprentice that bursted through the camp's entrance to begin with. He'd fight, with his father's brutality and his mother's cunning. He'd be one of the worse weapons harnessed by them... but that was all if the chance was offered.

He's still a kit. Still first fed, first cared for. The title hasn't really bothered him until this moment, corralling his siblings into the nursery. Twilightkit detests being unhelpful, he finds. It's extremely akin to being useless. Golden eyes find purchase on the two newest nursery residents, and disgust burls in his gut as he realizes that he could be compared to them. Sure, he made no choice in the matter - he didn't decide to be born when he was. But his claws are just as sheathed as the duos. His body just as unmarred by fresh wounds and tempted by similar warm nests. An uncharacteristic growl rumbles in his chest, but he edges it off.

Instead, he turns his muzzle to Tigerkit and Stormkit; his siblings are each tactless in their own ways, but Bayingkit would sooner dock someone's tail than taunt them for their misgivings. Twilightkit attempts to play his siblings like a fiddle, lowering his voice, "Raccoonstripe says what they've done is a mistake the whole Clan will feel for moons..." His tail twitches in direction of the duo, gaze narrowing imperceptibly. "Nightbird says they're disappointments, even. The Clan is out there, fighting for our land - and look at them..."

Regardless of if Doepath has found her way back to the nursery by then, Sunshinespot rests in their nest still. He tilts, belly up and paws outstretched, already asleep by the time the chaos imparted onto camp. Unbothered by the threats that plague them now more than ever. Twilightkit further pushes his mouthy siblings with a hiss, "Disgusting, isn't it?"

[ talking to @TIGERKIT and @STORMKIT about @doepath ࿔ and @sunshinespot !! open to everyone in the nursery tho :3 ]​

 

[TIGERPAW]

Tigerkit feels lots of things right now. Lots of things that she can't name... and they're tangled together, all just making this sickly feeling in her gut. Maybe she should be deep in thought, as she looks aimlessly at the floor, but she'd not really... She's just feeling bad, and trying to figure out what to do about it. If Nightbird was here, she would be happy. If Nightbird and Raccoonstripe were here, everything would be perfect...

But they were stuck fighting RiverClan... Maybe stuck wasn't right to say, cause they had wanted to do it more than stay with them, even if that's what Nightbird was supposed to do... Was she tired of them? Tigerkit can't be mad at them for picking fighting over them... Tigerkit wasn't special or anything. And even if Stormkit and Twilightkit were, they weren't more important than... than the territory. That was how it worked, she thinks. So... she's stuck with her noisy siblings. And with Doepath and Sunshinespot. She saw her parents looked at them funny... She saw everything they did.

Her gaze lifts to her brother, his head turning to her and Stormkit both. Tigerkit feels like she's in on a secret. Just slightly, her eyes widen. " I... I knew it, " she says, and its mostly true. She glances toward the queens in question, frown redirected from the floor to them. " It is, " she agrees. She wasn't as quiet as Twilightkit was right now, but Tigerkit could never ever be as loud as Bayingkit or Stormkit. " If I could fight right now... I would. I wouldn't jus' sit here... " she grumbles, shuffling her paws against bedding. bedding that's gone stale...

" I... I can fight, " Suddenly, she lets everyone know. " I can. They just don't know it yet. F-flamestar wouldn't believe me. " Pinprick claws dig into the ground. " When- when I'm a warrior... When I'm an apprentice, I'm gonna kill a ShadowClan warrior. Maybe even l- lots of them. M'not gonna be lazy. " Nightbird wouldn't even have to worry about leaving her behind, then... ( Was Nightbird worrying now? )​

 

[Woollykit]

Woollykit is close to apprentice age. It'll be... what? Next moon that she gets her 'paw name? That's scary to think of, and even more horrifying is that it could be her fighting for her life and her Clan as they are attacked on two sides at once. It's unfair, it's gross and Woollykit doesn't like the feeling in her tummy that squirms in agreement with Tigerkit's declaration. It's the same kind of emotions she feels towards sickness... towards dogs... the things that had stolen her parents from her. She'll be ThunderClan's number one dog killer in the future, she's certain of it. Littlepool would be proud of her for that... right? And she'll beat up any ShadowClan cat for the pain they've inflicted on ThunderClan, for the gross move they'd pulled... she'd beat up any RiverClan cat too... they weren't getting out of this easy on her account either. No way.

"I'll help you," she says into the air, her voice a little quiet, but determined regardless. Frizzy furred form shuffles a little closer, and frustration can be detected on her face and in her movements. "I wanna be out there right now- I wanna help, show River- show RiverClan and ShadowClan that they shouldn't mess with ThunderClan! I can fight too! I wanna fight too!"

Anger and frustration swirl in her gut as Woollykit feels the pricks of tears at the corners of her eyes. She's old enough now that she can understand the implication of war, and she has known for quite a while the implication of death and what it meant. She knows that there would likely be several warriors not coming back from these battles, and even more injuries. What if they lost both fights? What would that mean?

"What if... what if Flamestar loses a life..?" She hisses, voice nothing but a fearful whisper.​

 

[Berrypaw.]

Twilightkit is up to no good once again, but Berrykit graces him with a listening ear as he leans in slightly to hear what he has to say. He couldn't say he was reproachful of Sunshinespot and Doepath - though he certainly felt that they could be doing more, at least around camp. And perhaps Raccoonstripe's words have some merit - kits shouldn't be being born in the midst of Leafbare, when things were already hard. But he agrees that they should be out there, helping the fight, big as they are now. Berrykit thought that he had learned enough tips and tricks from his parents that he could take on a River- or ShadowClanner or two.

Tigerkit urgently lets everyone know that she could fight. That she can kill. Berrykit's eyes narrow ever-so-slightly. Bold declaration from his sister, but Berrykit can't say he doubts her. She'd put everything on the line just to make a show for people. Berrykit doesn't know if he's ready to kill - but he is ready to take that risk. He could be a proper ThunderClan warrior, just the same as Raccoonstripe and Nightbird.

"I'm sure we'll all get our chance," Berrykit finally says, flicking his ear as he eyes Twilightkit momentarily, before shifting his attention to Woollykit. He huffs out a small laugh at her fears, and says, "That's the gamble, isn't it? Nobody knows if they're coming back from a fight like this one. I bet Flamestar knows that better than anybody."

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• BERRYKIT ✩ kit of thunderclan, six moons
  → peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
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