Post by LιθΠΗΣαRτεD on Aug 10, 2015 21:52:31 GMT
Season: Leafbare
"...Is there something wrong with him?" asked a voice rather bluntly.
"Yeah, he seems kinda... small," added another voice uncertainly.
"Well, I think he's cute!" squeaked a female voice happily.
"Shut up, Rosepaw," said the first voice.
"Frostpaw! Apologize to your sister, now!" Thrushkit recognized the voice of his mother, Shellsong. "That was very rude of you to say that to your own sister."
"I'm sorry, Rosepaw," said Frostpaw in a monotonous voice, not sounding sorry at all. Wow, what a jerk, thought Thrushkit. I can't even see or move yet, and I can already tell that this cat is going to be a meanie. And it's really cold! He shivered and snuggled closer to the warm body that was his mother. He felt her press her nose to his head in an affectionate manner, and relaxed. Go away, Frostpaw.
"What's his name?" asked the second voice.
"I bet it's Smallkit," said Frostpaw in amusement. Hey! I'm not small!
"No, it's Thrushkit," snapped Shellsong. "You were once small, too. You're still small, little one."
"Not for long! And why hasn't he opened his eyes yet? Is he a mouse-brain? 'Cause you said Goldenkit and I opened our eyes super quick! Why can't he hurry up?"
Shut up! I'll do it when I want to.
"Be patient," said Shellsong rather impatiently. "Frostpaw, you've got to stop being so rude. Please think before you say anything that might offend anyone. It'll do you no good in the future."
"Whatever."
Season: Newleaf
The darkness suddenly disappeared as Thrushkit opened his eyes for the first time. Sunlight shone down upon the nursery, and Thrushkit squinted around before adjusting to the new brightness. Wow! Everything was so different! The camp was huge.
"You've opened your eyes!" said Shellsong in delight, gazing down upon Thrushkit. So this was his mother. She's pretty! I hope I get to look like her someday. Except more tomcat-ish.
"Yeah, I have!" he squealed in excitement. "Can I go play now? The camp looks amazing!"
"This is only a small part of the entire world, dear," purred Shellsong. "And be careful."
"I will! You said this camp was safe, right? Wow! I want to go meet everyone!" Except Frostpaw.
At the entrance, three apprentices were busy tussling with each other. Two toms had sprung upon each other, and the third one, a ginger she-cat, had lunged on top of them both, and was pawing at them rapidly.
"Ow! Ow, stop it, Rosepaw! What are you trying to do, kill us?" yowled a white tom, who sounded like Frostpaw. Thrushkit backed off.
"Sorry-- oh, hey, look! Thrushkit's opened his eyes!" said Rosepaw in excitement, jumping off them; she sprang off Frostpaw's back, and Frostpaw growled. Beside him, the golden apprentice laughed abrasively, causing Frostpaw to scowl and tackle him again.
"Yeah, I have," said Thrushkit, feeling uncomfortable as he gazed at the two toms fighting and yowling.
"Ignore them," said Rosepaw dismissively. "They don't let anyone else play, anyway. Come on, I'll show you around."
"Okay!" Feeling excited, he started to follow Rosepaw around as she gave him a tour.
"This is the warriors' den. All the warriors who fight for the Clan sleep in there. Me, Frostpaw, Goldenpaw, and all the apprentices sleep there." she flicked her tail to a patch of grass that had been flattened; it was obvious that there were always cats who were there to sit and lie down on it. And I'll take you to the elders! They always like seeing new kits."
"Okay," said Thrushkit again. Will they like me?
"They tell a lot of interesting stories," Rosepaw said from the front, and Thrushkit let out an excited grin.
The elders were resting under a small tree that was perched on the side of the camp. Thrushkit approached the two older cats nervously. They had to be the oldest and most experienced cats in the whole Clan. Surely they picked who they liked...
"Well, well, well. Shellsong and Flamewolf's kit, eh?" croaked a tortoiseshell she-cat.
"Yes, hello, Hawkdapple," Rosepaw greeted, dipping her head. Thrushkit tipped his head at her.
"Do you like me?" he asked abruptly.
"Thrushkit!"
"It's okay, little mouse," chortled Hawkdapple, reaching out to sniff Thrushkit, who leaned back slightly. "He's still young. It's understandable."
"What's understandable?" asked Thrushkit, feeling confused.
"Hello, young'un." Another she-cat appeared beside Hawkdapple, smiling warmly upon Thrushkit, who was beginning to feel intimidated. "Thrushkit, is it? I'm Lichenfeather."
"A-are there more of you?"
"No," said Lichenfeather quietly, "there's just the two of us."
"The last elder to join StarClan was Sheepclaw," added Rosepaw. Hawkdapple gave her a glare. "Oops."
"What does 'joining StarClan' mean?" asked Thrushkit, starting to feel There was just so much he didn't know! Or understand. Would he be able to learn it all? Perhaps Frostpaw had been right. He probably was mouse-brained.
"You'll learn later," said Rosepaw quickly.
"Can I go meet my brothers?"
"You've already seen them-- they were the ones fighting," said Rosepaw in amusement.
"Oh. Then, do I have any littermates?"
"Er--" Rosepaw glanced at Hawkdapple and Lichenfeather, and they stared back blankly. "Yes, yes you did. Two sisters, Havenkit and Hopekit."
"Where are they now?"
"They're in StarClan, little mouse," Lichenfeather interrupted gently.
"Can I go visit them?"
"No, I'm afraid not right now, and not later either," Rosepaw said, looking grim. "Sometime, though. But let's go meet Icestar and Moonclaw. They're the leader and deputy of WhisperClan!"
"Wow! Really?" What an honor! Thrushkit squealed a good-bye to the elders before bouncing after Rosepaw, who was already peering into a patch of tall grass.
A white tom stepped out, with a silver she-cat following. Thrushkit skidded to a stop. The tom was huge! And "small" would've been an understatement to describe the she-cat. His eyes widened, and words got stuck in his throat.
"Hello, Thrushkit," said the white tom. "My name is Icestar. Welcome to WhisperClan."
"...Is there something wrong with him?" asked a voice rather bluntly.
"Yeah, he seems kinda... small," added another voice uncertainly.
"Well, I think he's cute!" squeaked a female voice happily.
"Shut up, Rosepaw," said the first voice.
"Frostpaw! Apologize to your sister, now!" Thrushkit recognized the voice of his mother, Shellsong. "That was very rude of you to say that to your own sister."
"I'm sorry, Rosepaw," said Frostpaw in a monotonous voice, not sounding sorry at all. Wow, what a jerk, thought Thrushkit. I can't even see or move yet, and I can already tell that this cat is going to be a meanie. And it's really cold! He shivered and snuggled closer to the warm body that was his mother. He felt her press her nose to his head in an affectionate manner, and relaxed. Go away, Frostpaw.
"What's his name?" asked the second voice.
"I bet it's Smallkit," said Frostpaw in amusement. Hey! I'm not small!
"No, it's Thrushkit," snapped Shellsong. "You were once small, too. You're still small, little one."
"Not for long! And why hasn't he opened his eyes yet? Is he a mouse-brain? 'Cause you said Goldenkit and I opened our eyes super quick! Why can't he hurry up?"
Shut up! I'll do it when I want to.
"Be patient," said Shellsong rather impatiently. "Frostpaw, you've got to stop being so rude. Please think before you say anything that might offend anyone. It'll do you no good in the future."
"Whatever."
Season: Newleaf
The darkness suddenly disappeared as Thrushkit opened his eyes for the first time. Sunlight shone down upon the nursery, and Thrushkit squinted around before adjusting to the new brightness. Wow! Everything was so different! The camp was huge.
"You've opened your eyes!" said Shellsong in delight, gazing down upon Thrushkit. So this was his mother. She's pretty! I hope I get to look like her someday. Except more tomcat-ish.
"Yeah, I have!" he squealed in excitement. "Can I go play now? The camp looks amazing!"
"This is only a small part of the entire world, dear," purred Shellsong. "And be careful."
"I will! You said this camp was safe, right? Wow! I want to go meet everyone!" Except Frostpaw.
At the entrance, three apprentices were busy tussling with each other. Two toms had sprung upon each other, and the third one, a ginger she-cat, had lunged on top of them both, and was pawing at them rapidly.
"Ow! Ow, stop it, Rosepaw! What are you trying to do, kill us?" yowled a white tom, who sounded like Frostpaw. Thrushkit backed off.
"Sorry-- oh, hey, look! Thrushkit's opened his eyes!" said Rosepaw in excitement, jumping off them; she sprang off Frostpaw's back, and Frostpaw growled. Beside him, the golden apprentice laughed abrasively, causing Frostpaw to scowl and tackle him again.
"Yeah, I have," said Thrushkit, feeling uncomfortable as he gazed at the two toms fighting and yowling.
"Ignore them," said Rosepaw dismissively. "They don't let anyone else play, anyway. Come on, I'll show you around."
"Okay!" Feeling excited, he started to follow Rosepaw around as she gave him a tour.
"This is the warriors' den. All the warriors who fight for the Clan sleep in there. Me, Frostpaw, Goldenpaw, and all the apprentices sleep there." she flicked her tail to a patch of grass that had been flattened; it was obvious that there were always cats who were there to sit and lie down on it. And I'll take you to the elders! They always like seeing new kits."
"Okay," said Thrushkit again. Will they like me?
"They tell a lot of interesting stories," Rosepaw said from the front, and Thrushkit let out an excited grin.
The elders were resting under a small tree that was perched on the side of the camp. Thrushkit approached the two older cats nervously. They had to be the oldest and most experienced cats in the whole Clan. Surely they picked who they liked...
"Well, well, well. Shellsong and Flamewolf's kit, eh?" croaked a tortoiseshell she-cat.
"Yes, hello, Hawkdapple," Rosepaw greeted, dipping her head. Thrushkit tipped his head at her.
"Do you like me?" he asked abruptly.
"Thrushkit!"
"It's okay, little mouse," chortled Hawkdapple, reaching out to sniff Thrushkit, who leaned back slightly. "He's still young. It's understandable."
"What's understandable?" asked Thrushkit, feeling confused.
"Hello, young'un." Another she-cat appeared beside Hawkdapple, smiling warmly upon Thrushkit, who was beginning to feel intimidated. "Thrushkit, is it? I'm Lichenfeather."
"A-are there more of you?"
"No," said Lichenfeather quietly, "there's just the two of us."
"The last elder to join StarClan was Sheepclaw," added Rosepaw. Hawkdapple gave her a glare. "Oops."
"What does 'joining StarClan' mean?" asked Thrushkit, starting to feel There was just so much he didn't know! Or understand. Would he be able to learn it all? Perhaps Frostpaw had been right. He probably was mouse-brained.
"You'll learn later," said Rosepaw quickly.
"Can I go meet my brothers?"
"You've already seen them-- they were the ones fighting," said Rosepaw in amusement.
"Oh. Then, do I have any littermates?"
"Er--" Rosepaw glanced at Hawkdapple and Lichenfeather, and they stared back blankly. "Yes, yes you did. Two sisters, Havenkit and Hopekit."
"Where are they now?"
"They're in StarClan, little mouse," Lichenfeather interrupted gently.
"Can I go visit them?"
"No, I'm afraid not right now, and not later either," Rosepaw said, looking grim. "Sometime, though. But let's go meet Icestar and Moonclaw. They're the leader and deputy of WhisperClan!"
"Wow! Really?" What an honor! Thrushkit squealed a good-bye to the elders before bouncing after Rosepaw, who was already peering into a patch of tall grass.
A white tom stepped out, with a silver she-cat following. Thrushkit skidded to a stop. The tom was huge! And "small" would've been an understatement to describe the she-cat. His eyes widened, and words got stuck in his throat.
"Hello, Thrushkit," said the white tom. "My name is Icestar. Welcome to WhisperClan."