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Mistyveil, Windyhurricane, and Nikkokit along with a few of his littermates were from WinterClan. They padded into DayClan camp led by Zephyrglade who uneasily watched as the three approached Glowstar without any hesitation.
Mistyveil was medicine cat of WinterClan and it wasn't incredibly odd to see her around. In leafbare she frequently helped DayClan find herbs out in the snow and was at their side to help them recover after SunClan finally released DayClan. She was a half peach, half blue grey she-cat with one light blue and one turquoise eye. Her son Windyhurricane was a grey tom with a grey blue mask across his blazing blue eyes and had twigs and debris twisted up in his matted fur. Nikkokit looked to be almost an apprentice carrying the same blue grey fur as his mother, but his form seemed slouched over and pouty.
"I'm here to see Flyingcolors. I also need someone to watch Nikkokit. Windy is here to guard me and he doesn't need his eyes follow Nikkokit to keep him out of trouble, but I had to bring him with," Mistyveil shrugged.
Jasminekit followed alongside her mother and littermates, tail held high. “Why are we here?” She questioned, a bite to her tone. She had decided seconds ago that she didn’t like this place. No clue why. “We can watch ourselves back home!” She announced. Jasminekit shook out her sleek grey fur, her eyes wondering around this new camp. Maybe being here wouldn’t be so bad.
“I’m hungry.” She looked up at her mother, the words leaving her mouth before she really thought of them. She wasn’t really hungry, physically at least, but maybe it was her mood. She was feeling bored and angry. She liked eating when she was feeling those. “I’m going to explore,” she cast s glance at Nikkokit, silently inviting her to come before she wandered off.
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Cinnamonpaw bounces behind Mistyveil, his tail waving happily behind him. He had never been in DayClan camp before, and it all seemed new. But he contained his excitement and stood straight and respectable. His thick, brown tabby pelt was freshly groomed to perfection, his eyes were slight with excitement and shone like gems. He had just become the pupil, the apprentice to Mistyveil, and really couldn’t be happier. He turned his head to his mentor and smiled. Though he was confused as to why she wanted a DayClan cat to watch her kits and Bronzekit, but she brushed it off.
"Don't do something that will make me look bad or you'll be eating your foot as your next meal," Mistyveil said padding along without Jasminekit. Nikkokit too slowed down falling into pace with his sister. He looked over to Bronzekit, why was he here? Sure he didn't have any parents, but that wasn't Mistyveil's job to fill in. She was their mom, not his.
Nikkokit looked at his sister and whispered to her, "Do you know why Bronzekit is here?"
Glowstar looked at Nikkokit, "Uhh... Shouldn't your other kits be watched too?"
"Yeah yeah, but him the most. Always trying to eat all the poppyseeds," Mistyveil muttered and already began making her way over to Flyingcolor's den, "Remember to be respectful Cinnamonpaw, WinterClan medicine cats survive on the friendships we build. If you lack the social skills our very clan could pay for it so we're about to see what you got. Also Vixenpaw is deaf so keep that in mind when speaking with her so you don't do something awful."
Mistyveil was blunt, but she cared and probably her best trait was that she was always honest. Every praise she meant with all her heart and every kind word she tried to offer she intended with every fiber of caring she was capable of feeling. Which meant if she was capable of keeping relationships so was Cinnamonpaw.
Jasminekit bristled. “I’ll shove yours down your throat!” She hissed and stalked off. “We’ll be fine.” She fell into step beside Nikkokit. “No idea. Let’s go explore this camp!” She races off directing her brother towards the prey. “These all look delicious.” She commented and grabbed a mere mouse. She batted at the rodent, gripping it within her claws and tossing it near Nikkokit. “Let’s play a game. I’m going to hide this mouse, and you can find it.” She pounced onto the fresh-kill, batting at it with her paws. “Alright?”
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Cinnamonpaw’s tail twitched nervously but he nodded all the same. “Of course, Mistyveil.” He had never spoken to a deaf cat before, and was rather curious and excited to get to know Vixenpaw. He payed extra care with respect, especially to other Clans.
Plumeriakit bounced close behind her mother and siblings. She sniffed the DayClan air loudly and exclaimed, "Its smells pretty here mama! Why can't we come here all the time?" She looked around the camp. There wasn't anything too interesting really other than the abundance of greenery- something she had never seen in the frozen wasteland that was WinterClan. She stuck closer to her mother than the other kittens and looked up at Glowstars grass-stained and feather decorated pelt.
"You look weird, lady. Are you gonna be the one to watch us?"
"Um. Okay," Nikkokit said a bit hesitantly, but gave a wide encouraging smile at the idea of the game.
Mistyveil thought of being a good parent and punishing Jasminekit for talking back, but she'd rather have a kit who knew how to talk back, than a follower like her daughter Icecream had been so she let it slide. Mistyveil gave a long. Loooong sigh hearing Plumeriakit's question to Glowstar. Thank goodness Glowstar was a thick headed leader who never took insults heavily like others. Otherwise she would have to get in a fight with Glowstar because she would never admit out loud that her kits misbehaved even though they did. On a daily basis really.
"I sure hope so!" Glowstar practically squealed like a kit, "Aww, can I see your itsy bitsy paw," She asked, but was already looking at Plumeriakit's paw, "Little pink beans," She said, gingerly poking the toe pads.
Mistyveil rolled her eyes and walked into Flyingcolors medicine cat den that unlike WinterClan's actually had a good variety of herbs. Back home she kept plenty of herbs in stock, but they were almost always the same ones and were very limited. She would even visit the nursery every time there was a new litter of kits and would explain how valuable herbs were and how no kit unless injured or sick should ever go into the medicine cat den because any herbs she gained from the outside were incredibly rare and important.
Jasminekit looked back at her sister, Plumeriakit, talking to a new cat. "Oh! One second, Nikkokit, I wanna go talk to her." The grey she-cat bounded over to the new she-cat, who seemed to be cooing over her sister. "Who are you? And what are you talking about? Plumeriakit isn't cute, and neither are her paws." Jasminekit stated with a smirk. She found a sort of satisfaction in making fun of her littermates. She liked being the boss. "I'm Jasminekit." She announced proudly.
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Post by uniqcrim on Jun 11, 2019 18:48:53 GMT -5
(Sorry everyone, I've had finals lately and have been busy, but alas I have returned.)
Bronzekit glowered at Nikkokit for a few moments to let the other kit know that he has heard his words but he stopped quickly and turned his gaze away and up at the bigger cats. He wasn't entirely sure why Mistyveil had brought him either, but Nikkokit didn't need to go announcing that to all of Dayclan. "What's your name?" Bronzekit asked curiously at the cat who was poking and prodding at Plumeriakits' paws.
"Mayakit, if you step on another herb bundle I will make you go clean the elders' ticks, I'm not kidding this time!" Flyingcolor's called out as she heard the signature giggle and padding of paws that indicated her daughter was awake and ready to trample another poor stack of herbs. Her nose was stuck in a small hole in which she had drop some goldenrod that she was retrieving. She scraped her claws across the floor a few times before flinally getting a good hold and pulling it out.
"Mama, there's a weirdo here." Mayakit's clear voice rang out and she bowled right into the side of Dayclan's medicine cat who sighed with slight irritation as she stood up.
"What kind of weird... oo, hello Mistyveil. I can't say I was expecting you to visit. It's a pleasant surprise." She smiled at the sight of the Winterclan medicine cat. She had no particular reason not to welcome her presence, after all. "What do I owe to your presence?"
[ if anyone is interested, Flyingcolor's still has one kit who is open to adoption c; link ]
Jasminekit stared up at the new arrivals, cats she had never seen before. She wrinkled her nose at them. They seemed strange. "You guys are weird, just like everyone else in this place." Jasminekit approached the other kit, her head tilted slightly. "Who're you? I'm Jasminekit. Can you talk? You'd be pretty stupid to not know how to talk, and everyone else here seems kinda stupid." She commented. "Wanna play with me?"
(No problem! We all get busy sometimes. Honestly I'd be tempted to take the kit if his name wasn't Orangespice cause I got my cat Freckledorange. I just can't rp two cats with orange in their names, I never knew I had some weird psychological preference about names until now LOL)
Before Jasminekit knew it her cheeks were being squished together, "YOU'RE SO CUTEILICIOUSLY ADORABLE!" Glowstar squealed before tugging Jasminekit by the shoulders and rolling over to hold her up in the sky with her four paws, "So. CUTE!"
Nikkokit noticed how the tables were turning and slowly backed away so he wouldn't be Glowstar's next victim.
"This is my apprentice, Cinnamonpaw," Mistyveil said nodding to the apprentice beside her, "I wanted to bring him along to experience our interaction so he knows how to behave when I'm no longer around if you're alright with him shadowing me while I'm visiting?"
(Also all I could picture when Flyingcolors said, "What kind of weirdo?" Is her being like, "Now Mayakit, we can't keep calling Glowstar a weirdo" xD)
Jasminekit hissed in surprise and tried to pull away from this weirdo, but before she could do anything she was balancing on the she-cats paws, up in the air. Did she enjoy it? A little. Not the psycho holding her, no, but being up off the ground. But she kept her eyes narrowed and her teeth bared as she struggled and, finally, twisted out of her grip and onto the ground. Her fur was ruffled in annoyance and her tail lashed.
"Why don't you attack Nikkokit?" She spat, shaking out her pelt and scampering out of Glowstar's reach. "Idiots. All of them." She muttered to herself. She turned again to the other kit. "I asked for your name. Do you even have a name?" She huffed.
(Also all I could picture when Flyingcolors said, "What kind of weirdo?" Is her being like, "Now Mayakit, we can't keep calling Glowstar a weirdo" xD)
(Honestly, you're probably right about that x'D)
"Of course! The more, the merrier. I'm not sure where Vixenpaw has gotten off to, this would have been a good experience for her but hopefully she shows up." The she-cat set down the herbs she had been using and smiled at Mistyveil and her apprentice. She regarded Cinnamonpaw for a few moments before noticing a fluffy white bundle creepy towards his tail. She gave an exasperated sigh. "Mayakit! Go play with the others outside before you shred this poor boy's tail." She used a forepaw to gently shove her outside of the den before fully turning her attention towards the cats in her den. "Is he your son?" She asked with interest, aware that the Winterclan medicine cat's usually passed their position and knowledge on to one of their own kits.
