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Marshkit

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Tiny paws scampered across the camp grounds, eventually taking an abrupt stop. Mud! "Yippe!" It doesn't take long for the chocolate toned kitten to scamper into the mud, staining her white paws as she rolled about in it. Time had quickly passed and she paid no time to the sky darkening, queens gathering their children and preparing them for bedtime. Marshkit had a strange obsession with mud and it was probably because it looked just like her, or she just wasn't the brightest lightbulb out of them. She's no longer rolling about in the mud, but instead sitting in it now as she stares up at the sky in awe. The stars were pretty!

Her fluffy tail sways back and forth as it pushes mud about, drenching more of her in the thick moist solution. Out of the corner of her eyes, she notices Batchaser and he seems to be coming to her. He always tried to ruin her mud time, and not today! The tiny kit quickly jumps to her feet, stained paws taking a stance ready to dart around the camp in opposite direction that he tried to grab her. Clearly, just clearly━ he was jealous of mud time and just wanted to play instead.

@BATCHASER
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Batchaser lifted his head towards the darkening sky, dark oranges and yellows fading into dark purples and blues. He lounged near the warrior's den, waiting for his clanmates to head to their nests. A large ear flicks towards the sound of small kitten squeals of excitement. He rotates his head, watching Marshkit, the new kitten as she splashes in mud puddles. Strange bugger that one. He keeps an eye out, as he hears the clan's queens gather their children for them to head to bed. Hm, Might as well gather the little one up. He decides as he gets up onto pale splashed paws, with a full body stretch.

With a mumble, the curled black smoke approaches the chocolate-colored kitten. He doesn't want to ruin the kid's mud playing time, but unfortunately, he has to. "Marshkit, Le-" He pauses, as he stares at the kitten that jumped up on her mud-stained paws. He watched as the kitten in question took a stance. Ah, dammit.. He slowly drags his paws along the cool ground. He studies the dirty kit, drenched in mud from head to toe. Marshkit's longer coat will make cleaning difficult.

"Marshkit, Come along little bugger... You need a bath." He starts, as he flicks his long pale touched tail. The tall tom pauses a few lengths away, muscles already bunching under his dark fur ready to catch Marshkit. If she so happens to dart away from him.
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  • ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ ( that's one enemy down! ) BATCHASER.
    cismale ; HE / HIM, fine with gendered terms. ; 30 MOONS & AGES EVERY 10TH.
    warrior of shadowclan | formerly a loner
    single / pansexual / not actively looking / open to crushes & romance
    a tall, shorthaired curly black smoke oriental mix with half-lidded odd colored eyes.
    battle notesthoughts ; "Speech, 7077A1" ; attacks only
    may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
    smells like rain-soaked pavement, mist & sweet leaf rot
    — all opinions are ic

    biography / @ on discord for plots
    — penned by calzone
 
White toes wiggle in the mud, giant aqua gaze focused on the warrior as he mentions her name. Her nose scrunches as he slowly makes his way forth similar to a snake stalking a rodent, planning her escape. Bath? Noo! Batchaser is just jealous the mud doesn't like him! "Nuh uh!" Marshkit would shoot back instantly at his mention of a bath, her long coat fully embracing the mud's glorious touch. Her dark brown ears twitch as she slowly backs away and attempts to dart to the side before darting in the opposite direction in an attempt to throw the black and white tom-cat completely off course.

"Play! Play!" The little girl would meow cheerfully, loud purrs erupting from her that reverberant her surrounding. It was clear, Batchaser was going to get exhausted before Marshkit was fully ready to settle. She prances about on her toes as she takes a play fighting stance, legs spread apart as her tail is high in the air━ essentially the cat zoomies stance. The energy inside the young girl was incomparable and she was ready to bounce around the entirety of Shadowclan at rapid speeds similar to a ping pong.
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He watches the mud drenched, dart to the side then dart away. While he flicks a large ear when the young kitten said ’Nu uh!’ A fakeout.. He lets out a sigh, as he turns to follow Marshkit in the opposite direction. "Marshkiiiit, Come onnn." He lets out a dramatic whine escape his maw, as he slowly follows the muddied kit.

At her mention of playing more, he internally groans as he tries to figure out if he really wants to let Marshkit play some more or not. Hmmm, no. He lets half-lidded eyes follow the prancing but dirty kit, then blinks at her sudden stance. "Marshy, You have to get a bath. We can play in the mud tomorrow yea?" He goes and plops himself on the ground, curling his tail across his hind legs. As he waits for Marshkit to come to him. "I know you like the mud, But do you want the mud to be all dry and stuck in your pelt after you play?" He lays his head on his pale touched forepaws, as he watches the young kit.
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  • ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ ( that's one enemy down! ) BATCHASER.
    cismale ; HE / HIM, fine with gendered terms. ; 30 MOONS & AGES EVERY 10TH.
    warrior of shadowclan | formerly a loner
    single / pansexual / not actively looking / open to crushes & romance
    a tall, shorthaired curly black smoke oriental mix with half-lidded odd colored eyes.
    battle notesthoughts ; "Speech, 7077A1" ; attacks only
    may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
    smells like rain-soaked pavement, mist & sweet leaf rot
    — all opinions are ic

    biography / @ on discord for plots
    — penned by calzone
 
Wide eyes stare at Batchaser while he whines at her for her to get ready to go to bed. Her cheeks puff out and she starts stomping around, throwing a mini tantrum for a moment . His first mistake was mentioning playing in the mud tomorrow, but the first part completely goes flying over her head. "Mud!" She squeals in excitement, doing a strange spider side dance with her fur bristled. The second he sits down, was his second mistake as he was now closer to the ground where she was.

"Mud! Brwother! Mud browther!" In just a split second, the child goes flying toward Batchaser and leaps as high as she can— mud flying off her coat in different direction as she attack hugs his neck and face, gently biting his cheek. "Brwotherrr!" A loud whine come from the kitten as she rubs her chocolate face against his oblivious that she now dirtied Batchaser with the mud as well, loud purrs radiating off her in happiness. Tiny white backtoes keep her up before she plops over on her stomach, her ivory stomach exposed as her hindlegs kick up to her, munching on her feet and occasionally play kicking herself.

 
Watching the muddy kitten, stomp around in a mini tantrum letting out a chuckle in amusement. The curly bicolor flicks a large dark ear, as he hears Marshkit squeal out about mud. Batchaser silently watches the kit as she moves like a weird shaped spider. His mistake however was sitting himself down, he lets out an "Ack-!" escape him as he gets a face full of messy, dirty kitten fluff.

Dark curls squish close to his face, he squints his eyes flicking his odd-colored gaze up at Marshkit clinging to his once clean face. He feels his cheek get bitten, he lets a small hiss escape his maw. The long-limbed tom scrunches his face slightly in discomfort, at the tiny teeth even- if they were gentle. Blinking slowly, he hears the kitten call him brother. Hm. It doesn't bother him as much as he'd thought... he shall allow it. The curly bicolor hums as he feels Marshkit rub her chocolate-colored face against his.

"Marshkit..." He sighs, as he hears the little kit's purrs. He lifts his head up and angles it down, as he peers at Marshkit flopping over. He snorts in amusement at the kit biting at her toes, then kicking herself. "Marshy, Marshkit. I have to clean you up, so you can play in the mud tomorrow." He turns his attention to his fellow warriors heading to their nests. Then flicks his concealed gaze to the nursery where some of the other kittens are getting cleaned by their mothers. He lets out huff, as he takes a paw to wipe off some of the mud from his face. "If you don't want to take a bath, I won't let you play in the mud in the morning." He peers down at the dirty kit with a smile placed on his face. Surely, Marshkit would comply on taking a bath... errr hopefully.
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  • ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ ( that's one enemy down! ) BATCHASER.
    cismale ; HE / HIM, fine with gendered terms. ; 30 MOONS & AGES EVERY 10TH.
    warrior of shadowclan | formerly a loner
    single / pansexual / not actively looking / open to crushes & romance
    a tall, shorthaired curly black smoke oriental mix with half-lidded odd colored eyes.
    battle notesthoughts ; "Speech, 7077A1" ; attacks only
    may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
    smells like rain-soaked pavement, mist & sweet leaf rot
    — all opinions are ic

    biography / @ on discord for plots
    — penned by calzone
 
The mud riddled kitten lays between his front paws, with stained hind paws at her face with her tail whipping side-to-side. He says her name multiple times, and wide blue eyes stare at him with slow blinks in between. " Bwother. " She would state in response after he says her name and follows her gaze flicking to the other warriors and then the nursery. Marshkit quietly munches on her toes with gentle purrs leaving her tiny body before a wide yawn parts her lips, her zoomies slowly wearing off. " T'okayyy. " She responds after stating she can play in the mud tomorrow, and she gives her hind legs a big stretch- toe beans spreading as she cuddles up to Batchaser.

" Nuh uh.. " Marshkit sleepily meows at him stating she couldn't play in the mud tomorrow if she didn't get a shower, and her blue eyes stare menacingly at him for suggesting so. The little girl would lay close to the black and white bicolor tom-cat, waiting to get groomed and get her sleepies, as she did a lot of work today. It was hard being a kit because you always had so much work to do, unlike the adults here! The chocolate colored kit lays her head on his forearm, ears slightly pinned with heavy blue eyes struggling to stay awake.