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Post by Shadowbladeღ on Aug 4, 2021 3:40:32 GMT -5
» open, kits and queens encouraged : random thread «
Scaredbreath was pressing her luck and sticking to her warriors duties as much as possible - nothing to do but sit or waddle around and wait for these kits to just exist for a month sounded horrible and boring her to tears just thinking about it. She actually went about it probably longer than she should have before one of her clanmates noticed how far she was and too be fair she was getting worst at hunts so here she was. Trying to start her 'queen life' with making a nest on her own, she barely acknowledged Indigochill since she found she was finally expecting, not that she needed that tom anymore.
Instinct was trying to convince her she need to find tall grass, soft leaves, perhaps a piece of dry wood that could be scratched and shredded to soft tinder or kindle-like texture. Except this was WinterClan in green-leaf so not a lot of material to work with when half the land is snow and she was a slow waddling queen whose paws hurt after going a few tail-lengths away from camp. She looked down at her small tumbleweed-like shredded bark she spent a rather long time finely shredding - gotta keep those claws sharp after all - a wad of a grass strands and 3 leaves she had gathered. Ugh, this whole pride thing was starting suck, on one hand she had nothing else to do and on the other she was ready to call it a day and boss a lower rank to fetch her materials... but then maybe someone would question her not asking her mate? No he was a seraph too, they're important and busy and - the wind gushed in scattering her grass and she wqas quick to grab the slower tumbleweed of her. These strands were going to be a pain to collect though. She then noticed under her her now scattered pile - was that .. a tiny pinecone?
"Who brought a pinecone into the Nursey?" she asked out loud, not really expecting an answer. It must of been part of some queen's or kit's collection but it better not have been a prank that's for sure. She might have lowkey thought kits were cute but she also did not have the patience to deal with them.
“I did,” came the reply, and the sleek black cat that gave it. Squidking was evidently NOT a kitten. He wasn’t a nursing queen either for that matter, but a seraph, just like Scaredbreath. The silver-eyed tom sauntered over and hooked the pinecone with a claw, as he shot Scaredbreath an innocent little smile. “I noticed someone had left this at the den entrance. Not wanting a kitten or queen to trip over it and hurt themselves, I carried it into here, thinking someone might have a purpose with it.” His little smile turned upside down as he studied her face. “You’re much too lovely,” he glanced at her swollen belly, adding, “and encumbered... to be worried about such trifling things. I’ll remove it from your sight immediately.” Well, that was mostly the truth.
Post by Shadowbladeღ on Aug 13, 2021 1:14:56 GMT -5
(hey i remember that name! didnt you have a Bulbasaur pfp at one point? i dont know what pfps are the first thing i remember about ppl but it must be bulbsaur stan in me #bringbackbulbae's tail)
Scaredbreath did not care this sauntering pretty boy leaving his pinecones in a nursey with soft, squishy kits were and where he maiden butt was suppose to rest. Or maybe it was just the 'lovely' comment she took wrong as sucking up that further her attitude. Didn't she leave clear scratch marks marking this spot as her yesterday? Right that how nest markings work- you clear the space of rocks, twigs or other debris and make it clear it had been purposefully disturbed. At least that's what she made up in her head as her attempt to try and 'follow instinct' that felt like wasn't really coming to her the more she tried and doubted herself.
"You carried the pinecone you thought a kit or queen might trip over into the nursey?" her deadpan face echoed the logic highlighting the irony and having no sympathy for the mistake. "If it were a thorn I could've hurt my paw," she laminated the consequences as her way to make sure he didn't do it again.
"Well, whatever just get it out of here already," she pawed as her scattered nest makings, for once she had something more important to do that rip into someone to lecture but being another Seraph felt to unbecoming of her to speak so curt to. "and don't worry about my encumberedness..." she mumbled not sure if that was slight or teasing, it was hard to be in the mood for good banter when her paws were swollen.
Edited Aug 13, 2021 1:17:34 GMT -5 By Shadowbladeღ
[ i was on classic for many years! uhhh i don't recall having a bulbasaur pfp i'm more of a squirtle girl myself lmaooooo sorry but I had a london tipton pfp for a loooong time, and a daenerys pfp. before that I can't remember. what was your username on classic? ]
“Your barbed words wound me, my lady,” Squidking lamented. “But there are many uses for pinecones. Look, I’ll show you.” He unsheathed his long claws and inserted them inside the scales. With a firm tug, he began detaching them one by one. Soon the cone was just a naked brown cob.
“Look here at these scales,” he gestured at the pine’s scales littering the ground. “Line your nest with a few of them and not only will it perfume you with a lovely ambrosial scent,” he gave her wink, “but it’s said the smell helps with chest congestion and inflammation. In case you spend too many hours out in the cruel cold world gathering materials.” He put down the naked cone and pursed his lips in concern. “Won’t you let me help you make your nest? A beauty like yourself shouldn’t be lifting a paw, especially in such a delicate state.” Squidking was a seraph from a long and proud line, but he didn’t mind toiling in service of a comely she-cat.
[ i do follow a bulbasaur stan account on twitter but only because they make funny memes lmaoo ]
Post by Shadowbladeღ on Aug 17, 2021 0:56:41 GMT -5
(ah maybe it was a squirtle pfp or something of blue/green colors then and i confused bauble with bulbasaur lol It was the lenghty 'Shadowblade~Moss-sky' I was around sometime in 2013 to late 2016 and I dont think we had any plots or rped directly/one on one but I have been forgetting things dont grow up kids and since I can't go back to even check wikifoundry i guess i have make new memories ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯ )
Scaredbreath held a doubtful look on her face and raised brow with some interest to see just what exactly this tom meant. She didn't get it's purpose during or after he was complete with the process and her eyes went from pinecone scales to him, to pinecone scales and him again waiting for him to explain. She was even getting ready to say a sarcastic 'thanks a comb, im sure i'll use to brush the snow off my tail'
/ “Line your nest with a few of them and not only will it perfume you with a lovely ambrosial scent ... / "Oh- wait really?" she pawed at a scale using her claws to grasp it until she turned her paw over and inspected it closer. The scales did indeed carry the pine scent not that she greatly favored or disliked it, but she did prefer the smell of pine over others. "I didn't know they could be used for congestion .. or inflammation for that matter" she thought about that part with some suspicious she almost didn't hear his offer. "Wait how- you don't eat pinecones do you?" her tone was too serious to even make a joke out of it or mock him, although Lord Boreali help her if she was talking to a crazy pinecone eating cat.
"I mean, yeah I guess I could use some help with the whole nest thing." Finally processing his offer to help her build a nest, she tried to ignore the potentially rude question and answer his offer. "But I was just gonna ask the students to do it after their duties I was just... getting a head start." she said and was honest to a degree, but was too proud to ask for help nor could she stand to sit around and do nothing hence doing it all herself even when she had no idea what she as doing.
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Aug 18, 2021 18:49:02 GMT -5
Mistykit poked her head out from the nest that she shared with her siblings. Her auntie Roseshade was out working on a patient and her father was on patrol, which meant that the three kits had been left under the care of another queen who was fast asleep. The young kit was very tiny and very shy, and as soon as she thought the other two cats were looking at her, she would duck back down into the pile of kits with a little squeak burring her nose amongst the warm familiar scents of her siblings. The diluted tortioseshell would stay still for a few moments, only to slowly wiggle out and look back at the odd pair making the nest when curiosity got the better of her.
Post by Shadowbladeღ on Aug 21, 2021 23:57:55 GMT -5
baubleracer Scaredbreath caught notice of a wriggling kit in her peripheral view and remembering the other queens and kits resting in the shared den felt bad maybe they were being a bit too noisy. "Ah, maybe were being too loud" she told Squidking and was facing him, but was side-eyeing and looking at the kit and others around them.
“Of course I don’t eat pinecones,” Squidking laughed with an easy smirk. He did occasionally chew peppermint when he could find it; no comely maidens appreciated speaking to toms with stinking breath. But Scaredbreath didn’t need to know all the secrets of his trade.
He had noticed the little peeking kitten earlier. Such innocents were who he was protecting when he’d valiantly removed the pinecone from the nursery floor. “I think she’s curious about what we’re making,” he ventured with a smile. The sands of innocence were warm enough to warm even his salty, swash-buckling heart. “Oh, to be a kitten again.”
He lowered his obsidian head so that he was eye-level with her nest. “It’s safe to come out, little one. I don’t bite. Usually.” He gave the kitten a toothy grin. racer
He straightened and turned back to his adult companion and asked, “are you looking forward to introducing your kits to the world? Ah, but introducing this world to your kits will be the tricky part, no?” Shadowbladeღ
Post by Shadowbladeღ on Sept 14, 2021 17:16:17 GMT -5
"Oh well that's good" she quietly mumbled and running a paw over her ear as if to brush her long-haired fur behind it. She was feeling a bit silly for even asking but sometimes you just couldn't be too sure. She returned her attention to the kit, a fellow diluted pelt - only of calico colors - made her secretly wonder if her kits would look like her too or take on a more common plainer solid white coat like their father. It made her smile to think about kits in general, but resist gushing over given how little she actually liked the effort and patience of motherhood required in contrast.
/ introducing this world to your kits will be the tricky part, no? / "Oh, I dunno I ...guess I hadn't really thought about that part yet." Scaredbreath glanced away realizing she probably should have, it was a valid and reasonable thing to question, "I'm just taking it one step at a time," she looked back to Squidking, "I don't think I can really predict how any of that will go, let alone plan so uh, kinda nervous?" she half-smiled with the excited but nervous new-mother jitters clearly showing through.
Edited Sept 14, 2021 17:16:34 GMT -5 By Shadowbladeღ
“Your burdens aren’t yours alone, that’s why you have clanmates,” Squidking meowed in a velvety tone. Not to mention the lower castes that were obliged to do the bidding of a noble seraph like Scaredbreath. Squidking privately found the whole system a bit ridiculous, but it would be damaging to his own standing to say so aloud. And he’d already made enough trouble the last few moons.
“I have a lot of experience with kits,” he added. “I could be a most treasured resource if you need anything.”
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Oct 4, 2021 20:04:05 GMT -5
Mistykit's slowly rose out of the nest when she thought they weren't looking, but when they mentioned her watching she quickly pulled back below the rim of the nest pretending to be asleep. She thought she had managed to do a pretty good job of pretending, but clearly not as well as she thought. The last time, she put her paws up on the rim and pulled herself up and over the edge with a bit of effort and clumsily tumbled out of the edge looking back to make sure she hadn't woken up her siblings. Satisficed that they were still asleep she scrambled over to where the two adult cats were sitting with wide eyes
"Ssssshhhhhhhhh" she whispered softly "Daddy says it is bad manners to wake someone up when they are sleeping"
She looked at the very haphazard attempt at a nest with curiosity. She couldn't really tell what it was supposed to be. Right now it looked more like just pile of random materials "are you building us a playden?"
Post by Shadowbladeღ on Nov 2, 2021 23:56:13 GMT -5
(sorry i didn't realize this was waiting on me racerbauble)
"Yeah, I guess you're right I just can't stand not being busy. I would spend the next two moons 'building' the nest just for the sake of having something to do." she admitted with a smile and not the remaining truth of how she didn't want the lower caste or her own for that matter, noticing just how complicated and 'off' her and her arranged mate had become. It's hard to maintain a fiercely respectful image when the dirty laundry is strew about the camp and she'd do anything to keep that control and carefully craft the best outcome for her and her kits. Nothing else mattered than finally getting to have them and give them the highest nobility she could.
/ Daddy says it is bad manners to wake someone up when they are sleeping / "Oh, sorry kit," she was surprised the little thing had managed to sneak up on them and be so bold. Wasn't she a tarnished spawn? Well, she couldn't even be mad at them when they no longer had their mother and that Roseshade doted on them left and right so they must be worth something if not at the very least worth the pelts on their backs. Even if out of a misguided pity, she could tolerate their presence. "No, of course it's not a playden it's going to be a nest... soon.. at some point." the she-cat spoke, a bit condescending at first that lost it's edge as she let go of that air of superiority when she had her own problems to deal with.
