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Post by Strawberryleaf on May 17, 2020 14:33:21 GMT -5
FIREKIT PICKS UP STICKS
(DAYCLAN OPEN)
Firekit hummed to herself as she sat near the nursery, letting the mid-day sun warm her pelt. When the sun hit her pelt, it looked like fire, hence how she got her prefix name 'Fire'. The young she-cat let out a yawn as she had just woken up from a nap. She shook her head to clear it and looked around the camp for something to do. She saw that there were sticks everywhere in camp and decided to go pick them up. She rose to her paws and began to move the sticks to the camp entrance. She turned to go pick up more when a shadow of a cat loomed over her. Curious, she looked up to see who it was.
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TAGS: Character name @ Username x WORD COUNT: # 123
THREAD SUMMARY: Firekit helps pick up sticks around the camp.
Moltenkit had recently had a growth spurt and, true to his old Pravian blood, was very much starting to look like the lean and deadly bengal he was destined to become. Sure, he still had some kitten fluff here and there and yeah, he was still dwarfed when compared to the average Warrior, but he was still a good head above the younger fire-furred she-kit. He had a stick in his mouth but it was really more of a twig, not much longer than a cat's tail and easy to wave around, which was exactly his intention.
"What are you waiting for? Grab your weapon!" Moltenkit growled, giving Firekit a downward dog as he readied his attack.
Near the nursery entrance, Divinekit sighed and rested her chin on her front paws. Just watching Moltenkit prance around like that made her tired. He was pretty strong for a kit and his urge to show it off had only intensified since he killed a crow when the murder attacked. She'd been playing with him all morning but had refused this last time, which was probably why he'd zeroed in on the new kit, "Good luck, Firekit."
Edited May 18, 2020 1:29:27 GMT -5 By Jadie | Reason: typo
Post by Strawberryleaf on May 18, 2020 16:55:25 GMT -5
x THREAD TITLE: Firekit picks up sticks (DayClan Open) x INFORMATION: Cat Gender: Female Font: Comic Sans MS Font Size: 12 Form of Writing Person: First-Person Bold & Italics: Speaking Italics: Thinking x
TAGS: @ Any DayClan Cat
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WORD COUNT: # 99
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THREAD SUMMARY: Firekit helps pick up sticks around the camp.
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ROLEPLAY: Firekit In DayClan Camp: I couldn't believe my ears. "Grab your weapon?" I asked myself with a little laugh. I twitch my tail and looked at Moltenkit in front of me. I gave him a smile and moved to walk past him. "I'm working!" I told him sternly narrowing my eyes at him, daring him to hit me with the stick. I looked around my surroundings and realized that there were more sticks than I could count, and that it will take me all day to get it done, if I didn't have help or any kind of distraction.
"Too slow!" The fact that Moltenkit gave Firekit the chance to pick up a weapon at all had been a blessing. Too bad she hadn't moved with more urgency. With a fierce yowl, the bengal tom leapt toward the smaller she-cat with his goal being to whack her right on the top of her head.
Post by Strawberryleaf on May 19, 2020 13:35:01 GMT -5
x THREAD TITLE: Firekit picks up sticks (DayClan Open) x INFORMATION: Cat Gender: Female Font: Comic Sans MS Font Size: 12 Form of Writing Person: First-Person Bold & Italics: Speaking and Thinking Italics: Thinking Bold: Speaking Out loud x
TAGS: @ Any DayClan Cat
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WORD COUNT: # 78
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THREAD SUMMARY: Firekit helps pick up sticks around the camp.
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ROLEPLAY: Firekit In DayClan Camp: I dodged his blow and ran to the other side of him, and cuffed the back of his head, harshly before darting away to gather more sticks. I let out a sharp hiss at him as I turned around to leave. I continued my way towards a rather long stick in the middle of the camp. I stopped beside it and looked at it with a frown. "How am I gonna carry this?" I asked thinking out loud.
"You are only a kit one time. After you're an apprentice all you do is work and work and work forever. So do like Poppyheart always says and let someone else clean up the mess today. Besides, Old Lady Glowstar would faint if rumors started to fly around about how DayClan forces its kits to do chores," Moltenkit taunted. While Firekit's paw made contact, the bengal tom had expertly minimized the impact of the close-contact blow by leaning into it. His fur was ruffled but the hit didn't even sting. Given Firekit's attitude, he'd decided to give up on the whole stick fighting game and change tactics. He flashed the ginger she-cat a mischievous grin and he threw his twig clear across camp, "Since you're so good at sticks, how about a game of fetch?"
