SUPER SONIC SPEED MACHINE [ intro ]

[rivewhisper]

"BABY, DON'T YOU KNOW I SUFFER?"​

Okay, okay. Let's take a pause.

Rivekit was born to Wolfsong and Sunstride. Two absolutely beautiful and regal looking cats, one of which controlled the health of the clan, pretty much. Someone could assume that Rivekit would be the picture of prim and proper, that she wouldn't be running around and whooping and giggling all day, but that was quite the opposite. Out of the handful of her siblings, Rivekit had to be the loudest, and was named for such. Oh, yes, she'd take life by the ears and make sure it- and everyone else- heard her.

On this particularly fine morning, Rivekit had been playing pretend with one of the other kits in camp. After all, there were quite a few. The poor elders would have to be listening to Rive claim her territory- Windclan. Her chest boasted as she picked her head up, wide grin settled on her face. "I, me! I am Rivestar. You lowly cat from Riverclan, how do you plead? You've stolen my prey AND my territory, a crime that CANNOT go unpunished!" Rivekit looked at the other kit with sizeable excitement. Pretend was probably one of her favorite games, and she always. always, was Leader.

// feel free to be the kit she's talking to!! ​

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[HARRIERSTRIPE]

To be forced into the role of a RiverClan cat must be a humiliating role to play, he sympathizes for the kit. Harrierpaw remembers as a kit he'd often refuse to play 'clan' if he couldn't get a role as a WindClan cat, he'd never even pretend to be anything else.

He's chewing on a bone that stuck out from his half-eaten prey when he looks up to observe the kits. He smirks, "I think Rivestar should attack RiverClan for their crimes. It is the only fitting punishment for such blatant theft and disrespect." He licks the blood from his lips, yellow eyes glint mischievously.

☾ INFO BATTLE

• 
  » Harrierpaw
  » WindClan Apprentice
  » He/him
  » A black and chocolate chimera with golden eyes.
  » "Speech" ․ thoughts ․ attack
  
• 
  » A foe who uses jeers and jaunts to distract his opponents.
  » Excels in using terrain to his advantage.
  » Fights to outwit and see another day.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[SINGEDTHROAT]

︿─︿.𖥔 ݁ ˖︿─︿ They tilt their small chin up high and meet their sister's eyes with feigned defiance. Their tail twitches with excitement. They have never seen a RiverClan cat before, but if WindClan has not sent them all off into the stars, then they must be somewhat formidable. "Punish me, then," they say boldly, an ear flicking at Harrierpaw's goading comment, but as a RiverClan warrior, they do not pay an apprentice any mind. No, they would be focused on the leader, on Rivestar— and looking for a way to worm free of this predicament. Or maybe RiverClan cats are much larger than WindClanners? If they can't outrun WindClan, they must want to shove them down, or swim. RiverClan cats do that, they've heard.

"Or are you WindClan cats full of just...bad air? My father burps scarier than you." The act wavers when they giggle, just a little, knowing Rivekit would understand, before renewing their glare. ​

SINGEDKIT of WINDCLAN CHILD OF WOLFSONG AND SUNSTRIDE. 2 MOONS OLD, THEY/THEM. BORN ON 09.08.2023.

general information physicality personality interaction

• — Sibling to Bearkit, Rivekit,, Sunlitkit, & Featherkit. Second-born child named after their pelt-color to invoke ember-like imagery.
  — Uses they/them pronouns only; will not respond to the use of any others. Too young for romantic relationships; sexuality TBD.
• — Small compared to the average WindClan kit. The runt of the litter who has greatly taken after Wolfsong's height, but with Sunstride's slimmer structure. Will progress in size as an apprentice, but will not tower over the clan as their father does.
  — Eyes are a striking, frost-hewn blue paler than both their parents' eyes, and without a tinge of green. Often narrowed, even as a kit, primarily a physical trait picked up from Wolfsong.
• — While they do not have the appearance of a light-hearted demeanor, they are relatively friendly with clanmates and are known to have a youthful charm, with a smile that can't help but to be mirrored. It comes quite naturally to them, though they do mimic their parents to better endear themself to other people.
  — Singedkit seems to take after the snake's skin fed to Wolfsong. Their friendliness is the swaying grass that the snake's slither matches in rhythm, disguised by innocuous scenery. As a kit, this manifests as little more than (mostly) harmless schemes.
• — Peaceful actions may be powerplayed, such as shoulder brushes, light bumps, and playfully intended gestures. Violent or harmful actions can be attempted with a ping for this account.
  — Please note that while peaceful actions can be powerplayed, and while most will be received or even reciprocated, there is a chance Singedkit will become discomfited and react aggressively.

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[SEDGEPOUNCE]

"It sounds very serious," Sedgepounce responds somberly, sat next to Harrierpaw at the freshkill pile. The Wolfsong and Sunstride kits—Sunsong, as some around the clan have taken to calling them—are just a few of the many wobbly, bumbling creatures recently inflicted upon WindClan. Sedge watches their game with idle amusement. He'd been more fond of exploring and troublemaking as a kit, but playing pretend is fun too.

They're cute kids and all. There's just so many of them. He wonders if there's even going to be enough warriors to train them all, after...

(Bad thoughts. Ignore them!)

Sedgepounce shakes himself of all things illness and lungwort and death related, refocusing his efforts on the plump rabbit at his paws. He'll have to go hunting again later. Plenty of mouths to feed now.​

 

[cottonsprig]

Cottonpaw doesn't have as many breaks as she used to prior to her new apprenticeship and the yellowcough - but she utilizes what she has as best she can. She's idle by her brother, too busy chewing a too-big piece of prey to comment in the moment. The kittens are being oh-so incredibly cute, and she's glad their antics can be shared with the Clan and not just in the (admittedly crowded) medicine den.

She swallows just as Sedgepounce arrives, and offers a short giggle. "Incredibly serious. I'm not sure how Rivestar will handle such a burn," Cottonpaw purrs. After a few moments, she posits to her friends, "Remember when we were that young? I do - cats had just gone after RiverClan, for killing Juniperfrost," the scar over her eye stings for a different reason, yet she feels the acts are all still connected. "You used t'kill me all the time after that, Harrierpaw. In our games," she reminisces.​

 

[SUNNVAR]

Perhaps it was the memory of who he had been, so many moons ago, or of how Wolfsong had been before he grew into his paws, but it does not surprise him to see the kits behave as they do. Rivekit carried within her a warrior's soul, one older and greater than she may know. To be named after a cat that his mate had mourned and grown for both was an honor. Something that she carried well, despite all that she may not know. The pride and strength of her voice draws his attention from nearly anywhere within this camp. Though his symptoms had steadily subsided after Wolfsong had given him this cure, he does not linger in their den. Just in case– he will not risk this family. But here where the air is clear and there is distance still between them, it seems safe enough to approach.

Hovering near where the others have gathered, the lead warrior chuckles lowly. Singedkit's shout draws a louder laugh, one made indignant partway through it. "Rivestar is hardly the most merciful of leaders, but she certainly does what is best for her clan. Punishing such blatant slander among her many duties." With a flick of his tail, the burnished tom grabs a small piece of prey and begins to eat with the others, not thinking to interrupt their play just yet.

＞ˏˋ〘  OOC NOTES ╱ REFERENCE ╱ 07.10.2023 𝘏𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌 𝘈𝘚 𝘓𝘐𝘍𝘌 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘗𝘖𝘐𝘚𝘖𝘕 〙ˊˎ＜

• ooc: —

• 

• SUNSTRIDE. named for his coloration and his bold chasing of fate.
  —— cis male, he - him. approx. 40 moons old. lead warrior of windclan + former rogue.
  —— gay, monogamous. mate to wolfsong from 07.05.2023.  npc x npc, no larger family.
  —— has recently regained some of his earlier lightness, but maintains his steady facade.
  
  sunstride is broad and bold– a creature standing above most of windclan, though not a beast beyond its borders, with fur that flames red and deepens to a burnt amber with every whorl and stripe. his eyes, in comparison, are a pale summer's blue, still as bold as the rest of him.

• "speech"

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[rivewhisper]

"BABY, DON'T YOU KNOW I SUFFER?"​

Harrierpaw spoke up- her head tilted in consideration, blue optics flaring as she stared at the other kit in front of her. Rivekit was already growing a bit bigger then that of her siblings- well, beside Bearkit- and so, she stuck her chin in the air. It didn't help that Singed themselves was smaller altogether. And then the Riverclan warrior goes and insults the Windclan warriors, inhaling to argue back- and a joke was cracked, one that made Rivekit break her persona momentarily and giggle.

Her father spoke up, and it seemed to put Rivekit right back into being Rivestar. Her mouth opened, words strong and dedicated to the bit. "I, Rivestar, shall cast you down as a no-good-doer, foul Riverclanner!" She claimed triumphantly, before crouching down. She aimed to leap at Singedkit, attempting bowl them over and pin them down. If successful, the kit would cry out- "Do you yield?!"​

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[HARRIERSTRIPE]

Harrierpaw’s ear flicks in acknowledgement to the approach of Sedgepounce and Cottonpaw. He snorts lightly to show his amusement but his gaze doesn’t leave the playing kits. ”I remember well. I still wish I had been old enough to join the battle myself.” Not once in all his moons has he gotten into a proper fight. Tearing into the flesh of RiverClanner’s as valiantly as Weaselclaw sounded like a dream to him. One day he’d get his oppertunity.

He grins at his litter-mate, ”That’s what happens when you get sucked into the role of a RiverClan cat every time!” He remembers tackling Cottonpaw and pretending to take her down, pretending to give a killing blow by putting a paw to her throat. There may or may not have been a few instances where he had gone overboard…

His interest peaks when ‘Rivestar’ attempts to tackle the RiverClan cat into submission, he awaits eagerly for the results.

☾ INFO BATTLE

• 
  » Harrierpaw
  » WindClan Apprentice
  » He/him
  » A black and chocolate chimera with golden eyes.
  » "Speech" ․ thoughts ․ attack
  
• 
  » A foe who uses jeers and jaunts to distract his opponents.
  » Excels in using terrain to his advantage.
  » Fights to outwit and see another day.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[SINGEDTHROAT]

︿─︿.𖥔 ݁ ˖︿─︿ They are gathering a small audience, one with familiar —and, most especially in Cottonpaw's case, welcome— faces. But Singedkit does not have eyes for even the apprentice who has spent so much time in their proximity, and it's only their father's arrival that causes a temporary break in character. Their ears straighten and they grin brightly in his direction, as though they hadn't just slandered him to insult Rivestar. They're distracted enough that their sister's loud cry is startling, and wits aren't recovered in time to avoid being flattened under her.

"You– you bunny-dung sniffer!" They yowl, squirming underneath her in vain. They're not sure what to do next. Would a RiverClanner yield? They can't be as brave and proud as WindClan, but Singedkit is no coward, even while playing a role. The dilemma gives them enough pause they again break character to ask, "Would a RiverClanner give up?" ​

SINGEDKIT of WINDCLAN CHILD OF WOLFSONG AND SUNSTRIDE. 2 MOONS OLD, THEY/THEM. BORN ON 09.08.2023.

general information physicality personality interaction

• — Sibling to Bearkit, Rivekit,, Sunlitkit, & Featherkit. Second-born child named after their pelt-color to invoke ember-like imagery.
  — Uses they/them pronouns only; will not respond to the use of any others. Too young for romantic relationships; sexuality TBD.
• — Small compared to the average WindClan kit. The runt of the litter who has greatly taken after Wolfsong's height, but with Sunstride's slimmer structure. Will progress in size as an apprentice, but will not tower over the clan as their father does.
  — Eyes are a striking, frost-hewn blue paler than both their parents' eyes, and without a tinge of green. Often narrowed, even as a kit, primarily a physical trait picked up from Wolfsong.
• — While they do not have the appearance of a light-hearted demeanor, they are relatively friendly with clanmates and are known to have a youthful charm, with a smile that can't help but to be mirrored. It comes quite naturally to them, though they do mimic their parents to better endear themself to other people.
  — Singedkit seems to take after the snake's skin fed to Wolfsong. Their friendliness is the swaying grass that the snake's slither matches in rhythm, disguised by innocuous scenery. As a kit, this manifests as little more than (mostly) harmless schemes.
• — Peaceful actions may be powerplayed, such as shoulder brushes, light bumps, and playfully intended gestures. Violent or harmful actions can be attempted with a ping for this account.
  — Please note that while peaceful actions can be powerplayed, and while most will be received or even reciprocated, there is a chance Singedkit will become discomfited and react aggressively.

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[SEDGEPOUNCE]

It's not to say that Sedgepounce forgot about Juniperfrost, and the whole conflict with RiverClan, but...well, he kind of did. He was young when the majority of WindClan's strife and warfare had been taking place, and therefore blissfully unaware of most of it. He never dreamed of playing leader as a kit or vanquishing his enemies as a warrior. Little Sedgekit was better at running around, chasing bugs across camp and tripping unaware cats.

So he frowns a bit when Cottonpaw brings it up. RiverClan really has wronged them in the past, huh?
Sunstride joins their hodgepodge little group to watch his children play, wrestling in the short grass. He's got this glow about him that Sedgepounce has never really noticed before. The joy of fatherhood, he guesses. It's a look which rests in the harrowed grooves of his face, smoothing the crinkles at the corners of his eyes like jagged stones worn away under a stream. Sedgepounce follows his gaze and sees a couple snot-nosed rugrats tussling in the dirt—somewhat endearing, sure, but otherwise the same as any other cat around camp, if a bit louder and tinier. The rose-tinted glasses of a parent's love are something else.

Singedkit, pale fur ruddy with dirt, is uncertain of what to do next. Sedgepounce certainly can't help them. His paw flies to Cottonpaw's shoulder unwittingly, jostling her lightly. "I dunno, Cot. Would RiverClan surrender?" he asks. As a veteran RiverClan-pretender, she would probably know best.​