no angst You're my honey bunch sugar plum ☾ announcement!

[Frightpaw]

*+:｡.｡ "Hey, hey, hey, guess what? "

Frightkit greets the cold but pleasantly bright morning with her usual excitableness. Like any kitten barely old enough to eat solid food, it's a rare sight to not see her take on every day like it's a new challenge or adventure, another day of games and learning that'll forge her into what some would predict to be a lovely young lady one day! Of course, the future isn't necessarily something Frightkit thinks about. More important than her warrior name, who her mentor will be, or what her goals will become will always be playing her fun kitten games! Yes, if you cracked open the tyke's little noggin' you won't find anything in there about wanting to be popular, anxiety about finding a mate, or dread over what she'll do in the next war...well, that's not true, she is preoccupied, currently, with one of those conundrums.

Or rather, former conundrum.

Tugging on the warrior's tail - the third now in a long line of cats she's harrassed today to share her very special news, Frightkit would wait until their eyes were fully on her before she giggles profusely and shows off her tail, which is currently twined with @spotkit. She'd been dragging her friend from cat to cat, walking evidence of her announcement after he'd agreed to her 'proposal' you could say. It was already making for quite a fun day, as Spotkit was quite a fun friend to have! Yes, if she had to pick anyone to be her other half, she was glad it was him!

"Spotkit and I are mates now! We are in LOOOOVE! " she giggled, before - and again, this is the third rendition of this announcement - she clumsily nuzzles her 'mate' the way she's seen other mates do. He's very soft, so she enjoys the excuse - even though her nose is getting quite sore from all the rubbing! Once the sing-song declaration has been..declared, Frightkit would tug again on Spotkit's tail and say, "Lets go tell Sunstar next! "

*+:｡.｡ Updated 1/11/23

• " Speech "
  
  
  GENERAL:
  ☾ Frightkit
  ☾ DFAB— She/Her — Unsure
  ☾ 2 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ☾ Windclan Kit
  ☾ Sister to Deathkit, Witherkit, Grasskit, Whitekit and Midnightkit
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☾Physically very easy | mentally very easy
  ☾ Attack in bold #1b1e21
  injuries: None

 

[RATTLEHEART]

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — Wasn't it endlessly interesting, what little ones chose to focus on with the excess of free time that they often had. When Rattleheart thought back to his own kithood, he mostly remembered tumbling around with his siblings in their little nest within the isolated badger's den they had all been born into. Most of the time his only worry had been whose ear he was going to try and chomp down onto, and the resulting frantic kicks at his stomach that he would usually receive in response. Or worse, he'd find himself scrambling frantically away from the paws of the cat now known as Rabbitclaw, trying to escape her teasing and tussling with as much haste as his - at the time - short legs could manage.

No matter what he had been focused on, he knew his mind had never really drawn towards who his mate would one day be.

It seemed he and Frightkit weren't alike though, his attention dragged from his breakfast by the kitten's rather demanding tugging at his tail. The ringed limb twitched and lashed in response, bopping her lightly on the head as he turned to give Frightkit - and her companion - his full attention. "What is it, Frightkit? Do you go and get yourself a warrior name in the time I've been eating?" There was a teasing lilt to his voice, free of any real annoyance with the child. It felt impossible for him to be, considering the grin that occupied her speckled face. Though his own questioning did cause him to wonder - what kind of name would she end up with, one day? Frightfang? Frightmaw? Something loud seemed appropriate.

Her actual announcement tore him from his thoughts though, blinking incredulously down at the two kits as he tried to process what he had just been told. Obviously it was just a game to the two younglings, though it still managed to prompt a rumbling laugh from his chest as she mimicked a clumsy nuzzle against Spotkit's cheek. "Oh, is that so? I hope that the two of you got approval from each other's families. That's very important, you know." The lead warrior was just teasing the two of them, obviously. He hadn't even told any of his kin about his love for Venomstrike before he confessed it, though he had a feeling all of them had suspected even before he had.

THE RIGHTEOUS HAND OF GOD 𓆩♡𓆪 THE DEVIL THAT YOU FORGOT

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  ❥ longhaired black and white tom with pale green eyes
  ❥ 48 moons old; ages the 1st every month
  ❥ afab; uses he/she/they pronouns
  ❥ homosexual homoromantic; mated to venomstrike
  ❥ sibling to scorchstreak, lizardbounce, and rabbitclaw
  ❥ currently mentoring downypaw
  ❥ somewhat difficult to befriend; wary but kind
  ❥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ❥ all opinions are ic

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[THUNDERSONG]

Thundersong rumbled beside the black-and-white warrior, her blue eyes glinting in the early morning sun. "Very important. she echoed gravely, attempting to pull her smile into a more imperious expression. "The longest lasting mateships require the blessing of a mother, father, and sheep!" Well, a ram, really. When her first mate had asked for her paw, he had offered a fleece-lined nest and a few hawk feathers. Her second mate had taken her to the very tops of the rocky cliffs they called home and confessed she loved her underneath a ram's curling skull.

It was rather obvious which of the two Thundersong had preferred.

"But surely, you two have already completed the rain-sun ritual to bypass all of that? Where you have to shake your tails counter-clockwise and pretend your paws are on fire to show your appreciation for the cat on the sun?" speech is in #825f87​

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[REDHEART]

Lounging near his parent in a neat ball of rusty fur sat the newly appointed warrior eagerly digging into a rabbit. Redheart was over the moon to be back within the familiar confines of Windclan's moorland. The betrayal and heartbreak didn't seem so fresh as the chilly days started to bleed into warmer notes of incoming newleaf. Kits were popping up every which way and camp filled with life rather than the heavy brooding of Sootstar's dreadful reign. There were no tree-scented walls or threats of being swung around by two-legs here and the warrior couldn't be more thankful. Absently, he listened while chewing away on the flavorful meat, and Frightkit's proud admittance nearly made him choke. Mates? The initial shock wavered into humor now pinched pink by the utter adorableness of it all. D'aww. Look at em'! Olive green's looked sweetly upon the two kits tangled tails.

Gentle purring rumbled from the tom as he swallowed the last morsel of his hearty meal. One cat in particular swam into the forefront of his consciousness at the idea. Fur of soft bronze and steely eyes that made him weak in the paws. Thundersong's incredulous comments pulled him from his daydream and was almost too much for Redheart to bear. At last muffled laughter filtered through clenched teeth and his shoulders shook from the tension. Shaking their head as tears welled in the corner of his eyes the tom mrrowed aloud. "Oh, yes indeed! These are very important rituals." He wanted to play out the more serious tone to drive it home but he couldn't muster it. With a contented sigh, he leaned back, savoring the warmth of the sun on his fur and the camaraderie of his clanmates.​

 

[Lakepaw.]

[ ༻ ❊ ༺ ] Lakekit didn't fully understand the meaning behind the words 'love.' When he sees the queens look at their kits or tell them they had love them, there was a sort of warmth in their gaze... and to mates, they were always glued to each other's side but... was that love? Frightkit's announcement of her and Spotkit becoming mates made him blink, startled at her words before looking at Spotkit and back at the she cat. Rattleheart, Thundersong, and even Redheart seemed to be amused by the she-kit's announcement and so he hummed a bit trotting over to the group. "Congratulations...? I think..?" his words awkward before glancing at the warriors before him.

"What... what does it mean to be in love?" he asked curiously. If Frightkit and Apotkit had found it so early on, could he? Was it possible to love someone that wasn't kin? Of course, this was something Lakekit did not need to worry his little head over just yet but still, if his denmates had found it then, why hasn't he yet found what the two called "love"? "And... and... what if you're parents aren't around... who do you get a blessing from then?" fully believing the tiny rituals that each warriors have said.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── Somewhere beyond the broken lullabies ──┐‎

• "speak""Thoughts"
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  Lakekit ❊ AMAB, He/Him, Kit of Windclan, 3 moons.
  ⭃ LH Rosette Lynx Minx with low white and bi-color eyes, blind in left eye
  ⭃ NPC X NPC
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[gravepaw ★]

༺♰༻ "Wait, but that's -- that's no fair," laments the Gravekit, staring at Frightkit as though she's committed some terrible mutiny. She bats her owlish eyes, whole face contorted into a childish pout, lip jutted forward and nose scrunched. "I wanna be -- I want a mate too, I wanna be in looooove," she draws the word out just as Frightkit had, a crooning wail rather than a singsong celebration. She casts a pitying gaze to Lakekit, who doesn't understand. "It's only the best thing ever, duh." She knows because her mama loves her, and her siblings love her, and in all the world that's what makes her feel happy. She wants more of it.

Sickly pink pupils cast across the small gathering from the announcement. Something crystallizes in her gaze, ticking annoyed rather than sad. "'Kay, that's it, who wants to - to be my mate?" She sniffs, still set in her pouting. "We'll do allll the rich - rituals and all and get my mama to say yes and do it even better than Spotkit and Frightkit, okay? And I'll love you forever." She won't be left out. She'll be loved too.

‎‎┌── MUSCLE TO MUSCLE AND TOE TO TOE ⋅❆⋅ THE FEAR HAS GRIPPED ME BUT HERE I GO ──┐‎

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  "SPEECH"
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  GRAVEKIT ♰ they / she, kit of windclan, three moons.
  ⭃ a tiny chimera of black and white fur with bulging pink eyes.
  ⭃ bratty and bitter beneath a sickly-sweet demeanor.
  ⭃ cygnetstare x gooseberry, littermate to shriek-kit, heronkit, & milkweedkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[SUNNVAR]

At once the burnished tom is Sunnvar once more. Not Sunstar, but neither is he Sunkit — he had not been born to the moors as these ones had been; he did not grow up with their rituals. Instead he bore the weight of expectation. A father who thought him worth what he could provide for the next generation. A bloodline, a heritage. A place that he was unfit to lead, but must ensure the future of nonetheless. At their age, Sunnvar had quite hated the idea of mates. To promise himself to another, to the she-cats his father assured him were strong-pawed and good of heart, who could be his match, the final tie of his heart — no. He had wrestled and fought and pulled from hid destiny like a caged prey animal.

And in the end, he had found himself here. Away from the very thought of love. And straight into Wolfsong's paws. It is. . . much easier, looking backwards, to know what he had ignored so long ago. Who his heart had belonged to before he knew the words for such things. Even that revelation does not keep him from feeling discomfort at the sight of them. The other warriors seem to lean towards amusement, and Sunstar wishes he could follow. Instead he is awkward in his approach, stiff-limbed, uncertain. His laugh only comes free with Gravekit's plea for love. Even that is somewhat awkward, yet shaking off its cobwebs into a warmer rumble. "Are you prepared to argue with your mate? To be challenged when you most need it? To not just be loved, but to change and grow with another in ways you would not expect?" He sinks to his belly so as not to loom over the youngest of the group. "It is not the love that you know of, rituals or not."

⋆°•☁︎ 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝗕𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃  ╱╱ 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝗕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝗕𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 〚 02.11.2024 〛 𖤓

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  SUNSTAR. LEADER OF WINDCLAN. ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆
  ——– HE – HIM – HIS ╱╱ 48+ MOONS OLD, ADULT.

  NPC x NPC, MOUNTAIN CATS. MATE TO WOLFSONG; FATHER TO BEARPAW, SINGEDPAW, RIVEPAW, SUNLITPAW AND FEATHERPAW. MENTORING RIVEPAW.
  
  TH ╱╱ A LARGE, FRESHLY SCARRED CHOCOLATE AND WHITE ROSETTE TABBY TOM WITH SEAGLASS BLUE EYES

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[spotpaw]

When Frightkit had approached Spotkit, he thought she was joking at first. Not even his Mama had a mate! Or- Or was in love, but Frightkit seemed really excited about it and Spotlit supposed it wouldn't have been too bad! Frightkit was his friend, and he loves his friend, which meant he loved her, so he agreed! Hes having fun being dragged around with her and flaunted, it makes him feel special, but he assumes hes gotta make her feel special too... How do you make a girl feel special?

He doesn't exactly have much time to think about it! Tail still entwined with his, Frightkit loudly proclaims they're mates and they're in love to Rattleheart. Spotkit is almost desperately shaking his head in agreement. "Y-Yeah! Shes uh, my mate. And we're gonna grow old and die together." isn't that what most adults do anyways? For the third time, Frightkit smashes her face in to his cheek in a nuzzle and he giggles, rubbing his face against hers like his mama does to him. Rattleheart says he hopes they got approval and uh, Spotkit slightly hesitates before puffing out his cheeks. "My mama said I can love whoever I want to." and if he chose Frightkit, hes sure she wouldn't mind. Thundersong pipes up next- "Whats a sheep look like?" truthfully, he knows nearly nothing about them despite one of his fellow kits being named after one. What she says next piques his interest even more. "The rain-sun ritual!? What!" he exclaims in shock.

It sounds silly, but if its what he has to do to prove he loves Frightkit... He guesses he has to. Redheart even insists that they're super duper important and Spotkit suppresses a small groan.

He's about to start rehearsing the steps when Lakekit asks about love, and Gravekits voice rises in a wailing protest. Oh, easy solution! "How- How about Lakekit is your mate? And then we can see who has the better rain-sun ritual dance, but Frightkit and I will win, cause we're- we're better, sorry Gravekit... But you guys can be second place. Thats not so bad!" cause they were in love first!

Sunstar comes in with some wisdom that Spotkit is sure he won't get until hes older, cause what Sunstar is saying sounds a lot like grown-up stuff. But it doesn't sound so bad. "To change and grow with another", thats easy! One day, Frightkit and Spotkit will be apprentices together, and then they'll be big warriors together. They have all the time in the world to change and grow, he thinks.

*:ꔫ:* info

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  -> spotkit
  -> amab ,, he/him ,, 4 months
  -> kitten of windclan
  -> small & oddly proportioned cinnamon tom with high white
  -> "speech, afd9f2" ,, thoughts
  -> unknown sexuality ,, single
  -> smells like windblown heather
  -> art by pin

 

[HEATHERPAW]

heatherpaw wasn't sure what it meant to love someone. not really, at least, not in the way that those that had gathered meant. he loved his parents, but they were already mates — or had been mates, back when they were alive and well. his mother, just like she hadn't been one to talk about starclan, she hadn't been one to talk about love and what it meant to love someone. so, he just assumed that this was it. "congrats, you two." he said, voice small and quiet as the warriors and their leader made up things about being in love and being mates.

"if you don't have parents, then you have to ask the leader and the bugs." he answered, trying to play along for once. he wasn't normally the playful type. "and if there's no bugs around, you have to just wait for them." he glanced around at the warriors for their approval, hoping that he was doing this teasing thing right.

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✧ STUCK STILL — NO TURNING BACK

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• — lilac / red tabby chimera with low white and green eyes
  — 6 moons old; ages the 15th every month
  — unknown orient. ; currently not looking
  — son of npc and npc
  — windclan ; loyal to windclan, doesn't understand why sootstar is gone
  — slightly difficult to befriend ; not quick to trust these days
  — "speech", thoughts, attacking
  — peaceful powerplay allowed

 

[ferretpaw]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Spotkit and Frightkit were mates now? Just like adults? Ugh - why did everyone else get to do the cool adult stuff before Ferretkit? A cream-colored paw stamped on the ground as she followed suite in pouting, alongside Gravekit.

All this talk about approval and rituals and love - she wanted it all, just like she wanted everything else in this world. If it takes a mate to get it, then so be it! "Fine," she responded to Gravekit, who seemed similarly set in her ways. "I'll be your mate. I don't even need approval from my mom!" Did Ferretkit need approval for anything, really, the way she bossed others around like she owned the place?

Sunstar's words seem to go right between Ferretkit's ears. They fall flat, meaningless - just more adult rambling about responsibility or something. She was far more interested in the competition that Spotkit was setting up. A better rain-sun ritual dance had to go to two of the strongest kits in the nursery - and that seemed just like Gravekit and Ferretkit. "We'll do a better ritual, I promise," she pledged to her new 'mate', regardless of Gravekit's response. "Second place is for baby-losers."

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── AND EVERY WORD SHE SAID ⋅❁⋅ IT WAS A LITTLE SURPRISE ──┐‎

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  FERRETKIT ✩ she/her, kit of windclan, 3 moons.
  ⭃ a long-furred chocolate tabby/fawn chimera with low white
  ⭃ sister to GORSEKIT
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by ixora ↛ @.ixora on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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