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[DARK-KIT]

It was unbeknownst to him, being the toddler that he was, but there were many true-born clan cats who looked down on those with outsider heritage. Kittypets, loners, rogues. His own mind couldn't yet comprehend the difference, but even if he could it wouldn't matter one lick to him. His momma joined Riverclan from the Ripple Colony, and two of his siblings had been brought to them after being abandoned by a loner. Did that make them any less his family? No. Was his momma any less of a great Riverclan warrior because she wasn't born here? No.

He'd seen how some of his peers had reacted to Black-kit, though. They'd teased her, and told her she didn't belong here. What did that even mean, anyways? She hadn't been here for very long, she'd just shown up one day. Just like his siblings. He would never let anyone talk to his siblings that way. Granted, the older kitten was far too loud in his opinion, but there was nothing wrong with her just because she was born somewhere else.

The dark tabby tomcat lay sprawled out in the greenleaf sun, resting outside of the nursery as the girl in question wandered by. Dark-kit wrinkled his nose, lazily reaching out two overgrown paws to bat at her tail as she settled next to him. "You smell kinda funny," he blurted out suddenly. His big yellow eyes blinked innocently up at her from where he stretched out on his side. He meant no harm, it was clear from the curiosity in his voice. "Where'd ya come from? Somewhere else? Dropletkit and Eelkit came from somewhere else too, 'n they used ta smell funny. They don't anymore."

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• DARK-KIT ✦ he / him, kitten of riverclan, 2 moons
  ⭃ lh black / black tabby chimera w/ yellow eyes and a "lions mane" // big and stocky
  ⭃ claythorn x otterbite // littermate to sparrowkit and onyxkit
  ⭃ adoptive brother to eelkit and dropletkit
  ⭃ single, crushing on no one // mentored by no one
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted // underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by limerence ↛ @limericks. on discord, feel free to dm for plots

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[BLACKPAW]

Ever since the intense event had occurred, there is great tension that lingers deep around Blackkit, almost etched into her blue starfire spirit. Quick glances and soft mutters would be made by her lonely sides— Blackkit couldn't resist but sense that she'd be in their focus, all narrowed and piercing— It is almost terrifying. In no doubt, is her presence stranded in the marsh home of RiverClan one of their greenleaf's apices. However, after a cruel commotion with the bullying and her vow of loyalty to RiverClan as her name changed in outburst blazing determination, her voice a thunder that had split down every insults and laughters that she was given from her own peers and phantoms; the highlight instantly became a sickening stain for every RiverClanners to see, even if it soon fell muted by Lichenstar's affirmation during the meeting.

Blackkit's focus flickers at a certain touch on the tail. Her expression twists slightly, with a sharp breath held back, but she quickly glances over to find it is only Darkkit, resting in the warm daylight near the nursery den. The stick end in her mouth is chewed gently as she decides to settle by, curious to learn if the younger kit had recently learned any new combat moves against their poor Clanmates and already dead preys as his common targets. She squints at the blunt comment and then snorts, though, unoffended. Instead, she finds amusement in Darkkit's observation. Blackkit's left eye twinkles brightly. "I'd hoped that I'd smell all dandy." Her lips twitch into a smile for him, but it quickly falters at his inquiries. Surprise seizes the golden heart when he simply shares after that his two littermates aren't from RiverClan, just like her.

He's curious about her background. Blackkit shuffles her forepaws and bites hard onto her stick's end. "Is that so?..." A voice falls softer than the last, nearly absent from what feels more of a ghost than a being. Her gentle gaze searches around the camp, Dropletkit and Eelkit. Blackkit finds discomfort in sharing specific details about any aspects of her past out loud, especially in an open space as here where anyone can hear her easily. "Somewhere quite far," is the most Blackkit can answer with, as she recalls the soothing sounds of river rushes under the sky and delighted chatters during the golden hours, then the wails that drowned in sharp shouts and laughters— She smiles softly at Darkkit, trying to hold this light. "It's beautiful, having much larger rivers and softer space. One can see the whole sun's full rise and fall perfectly."

Blackkit doesn't say more than this for her comfort, hiding the past parts of her from everyone else, although the idea of sharing her adventures to the ever thrill seeking kit in their corner sounds pleasant enough. She silently plans it for the future, then her expression hardens more the longer Darkkit's earlier details dwell across her heavy mind. Solemn glints across Blackkit's amber eye, a fire in the making. "I won't let it happen to them," her voice falls into a whisper that only Darkkit will hear— a resolute message from her, this heart of endless light. She means the terrible treatments toward his adoptive littermates, as she would carry the same oath to his Clan born kin. "Can't promise I won't be quiet about it, but..." sheepish, then determined, "I can promise I'll never let anyone bring them to pain for who they are."

She knows the first conflict that she had with the three kits won't be the last. A few more different Clans exist as well, and that means there are a lot more who won't take the existences of non-Clanners kindly. Blackkit doesn't know what else will she be subjected to by being so, but she swears no other non-Clanners will face this horror, including Eelkit and Dropletkit. If Darkkit's adoptive littermates have the loners' blood, or even any kind of outsider's, then she respects them as they are. The thought is proven further by the gesture of Blackkit's tail slowly leaning towards Darkkit's; a silent seeking for their parts to curl together as to make the promise real and alive as they are. "I swear," with still whispesr given for just Darkkit to hear, Blackkit nods firmly, every quiet word of hers woven deeply with such genuine raw purpose:

They will all rise together. ​

 

[claythorn]

// this is just a really long musing post yall can skip it ghowefiowe

Unbeknownst to Dark-kit, Claythorn had been where Black-kit was. Bullied, threatened for who she was, untrusted and genuinely though here to destroy Riverclan for a time. Lichenstar had vouched for her as deputy, Smokestar had her six more then once. Claythorn supposed she might have been... privledged in being counted upon by leadership, and thus, put her slowly in a position of trust. Yet, there was still some that gave her side-glances from time to time, ones she took in stride. No, Claythorn wasn't bothered.

Dark-kit's question has the queen's ears twitched from where she rested, but the practiced forward-facing visage of marble doesn't turn. Not yet, not where she had been carved in place (soaking up the very delicious last-of-Greenleaf sun.) Dark-kit. Tact, my kit. She asked softly, but only to herself, a thought that remained unsaid. Perhaps a silent prayer for him to learn the ins-and-outs of society. It's all but a relief when the other kit- who she identifies as Black-kit both out of scent and the voice- takes the comment in stride. Make friends, she had asked of Dark-kit, and hopefully, that's what this was.

Her head turns now as Black-kit's visage turned to search for Claythorn's adopted kits. No, Claythorn hadn't told Dark-kit where her specific heritage was, who their grandmother was. She refused, knowing that it would open a whole can of worms with the secret she had specifically chosen to hide with Otterbite. She doesn't pay much attention to the specifics of where Black-kit came from, but the intense whispering made her eyes sharpen. Vision turned, searching for her mate, or her other kits, a desire to be near them resounding briefly. No, she hadn't heard what Black-kit had said, but the look in her eyes? She shook out her long coat, a breath leaving Claythorn.

Had she known exactly what Black-kit said, she'd agree on everything but one thing: That was Claythorn's first and foremost job. She'd go to the ends of earth, sunlight, and starlight, all to ensure her blood was alive and well, untouched and unharmed for who they were. She had gone toe-to-toe with Asphodelpaw, with others, in snapping and gnashing jaws to prove her place in their home. No, if anyone threatened her young, it'd be a consequence for them at Claythorn's words, claws, then Lichenstar's laws.

But, despite not hearing it, it was true. A long breath left Claythorn, returning to watching the kits in general about camp.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ┌── THOSE FIVES WORDS IN MY HEAD ⋅❁⋅ YOU SAID ILL NEVER LET YOU GO! ──┐‎

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• CLAYTHORN she/her, queen of riverclan, sixteen moons.
  ⭃ LH chocolate torbie with mismatched golden eyes, scars across her right cheek and over her left ear. cold exterior and threatening glares, built for stamina/battle and not swimming (tall/muscled)
  ⭃ mentored by darkbranch (npc) / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ mated to otterbite / / mother to dark-kit, onyxkit, sparrowkit, eelkit, dropletkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[LOVEBURN]

✦•··········•✦•··········•✦ It's a fine morning, and no doubt one of the last days of greenleaf. All the more reason to enjoy the sunshine, and on his way to the nursery with a fresh mossball scrounged from the riverbank, he notices he's not alone in that: the young Darkkit lounges just outside, with Blackkit nearby. An instinctive part of Loveburn recoils against her presence, the same part that often mourns the loss of his birth name, and the same part which turns skyward at night to search for Cicadastar's leaderly scowl. But she's just a kit; there is time for her to grow into RiverClan, and more time than she will have spent outside of it.

Loveburn drops the mossball and sets a paw atop it, rolling it idly where he stands near the prone Claythorn. A brooding Claythorn, but she has five little lives to worry about now, so Loveburn doesn't mind. "Before you know it, they'll be 'paws hurtling towards their warrior names," he says, because he can't believe that her children already have two moons under them. "But I'll bet you're ready to get out of the nursery." He grins and bats the ball into one of her legs. "Might be you're out of practice by then."

loveburn (formerly lovepaw and starlightpaw) — currently thirteen moons old
son of cicadastar & smokestar — brother to cicadaflight & beefang — he/him
single & not really looking — peaceful/nonviolent actions may be powerplayed
please note that loveburn has persecutory delusions & sometimes personal prose
will make patently untrue assumptions and mischaracterizations of other people.

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[MIDNIGHTASH]

જ➶ The sun stained molly is a warrior born and raised within the reeds and moving tides of the river. Her knowledge of this place, her home, is as easy for her as breathing and she does not trust outsiders very easily. Claythorn is one such outsider but others seem keen on the other and put trust in her. The young warrior doubts that she will as her own mindset is jagged and sharp, closed off to the thought that they have what it takes or can even be given full trust to protect them. Especially when it comes to rogues and kittypets she finds she will never give them the time of day or pretend friendliness. They aren't meant to be within the clans and she has shown how she feels about them. Her amber orbs focus on the young kits with ease, staring almost with slowly narrowing eyes.

Kits do get a pass don't they? They can not help their origins and yet she wonders if continously taking in more mouths is a good idea. With leaf fall sinking in they will have to deal with more hunting hours and trying to fill their bellies plus these mouths as well. At least they have time before leaf bare really starts to punish them. Her paw raises and her pink tongue slides against her leg before she swipes it against her ear. She honestly doesn't feel like interacting with them at the moment. Though she supposes she can listen in on the small conversation between children. Those odd smells of outsiders will fade with time but many here will remember and she is one of them.​