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since the ceremonies have technically not happened yet, their introduction will be a kit rp so we don't have to do it as a weird like "two weeks into the future" type deal
It was dark, it got dark so early these days, and Servalkit was bored. He had been bored for the majority of the last moon, eager to stretch out his legs and leave the nest for good. It wasn't that he was unhappy as a kitten, as unhappiness was something Servalkit had yet to experience, he was just ready to move on to the next stage of goofy adventure. The camp, after all, was only so big, and there was only so many times he could play mossball with the others.
Luckily enough for the goofy tom, he wasn't the only kitten who was on the edge of greatness, or at least, the edge of promotion. He knew of at least two others that would be promoted alongside of him, and he figured that today was as good a day as any to force them to interact with him. After all, he was sure that there was at least some adventure for three almost-apprentices to have. If nothing else, they could play ghosts in the graveyard in the camp, right? Maybe tell some spooky stories that they'd get scolded at if they told around the younger kits? Or maybe, their adventure could be bigger than even that. With a grin, he decided that the only way to find out was to get the others to make a plan. And plus, weren't the two of them already friends?
"Coralkit and Raggedkit!" He whispered, although probably too loudly not to disturb the others in the nursery. "Are you up?"
"Mmmmphff," Coralkit murmured, her body splayed out across her nest in a lazy manner. She was awake, but barely coherent--which wasn't too far from her usual disposition, depending on who you talked to. "Who....mphf--GO AWAY DAD, I'm still sleeping. Jerkface." She burrowed deeper into her nest, almost but not quite dead to the world.
"Coralkit," groaned a bleary-eyed Raggedkit, roused from her dreams at the sound of Servalkit's call. "You don't have a dad, remember? It's just Slurvalkit." That didn't sound right, but it wasn't her turn to use the brain anyway, so she simply shot the tom a faint smile as she nudged Coralkit in the side.
"Everyone has, like, a hundred dads," Coralkit murmured, blinking the sleep out of her eyes. "Mmphf--oh, good morning Raggedkit. I just woke up from a horrible dream that there was a boy talking at me. Ech. Nasty."
"Do I loo-," he found himself saying as soon as Raggedkit started to speak, but he quickly shut his trap and let the two converse as they woke up. After a moment, though, he smiled "Wasn't a dream, I'm afraid," Servalkit purred with an amused look in his eye. "I was thinkin' ya know since we're all the oldest ones in the mill maybe we could do somethin special tonight? Ya know, celebrate 'r somethin?"
"Oooh, a celebration!" Raggedkit seemed to perk right up at the suggestion. "What kinda celebration? Are we gonna play games-- I like games. Oh, oh, or or or w-we could get some moss and dress Coralkit up!" She sidled up next to Servalkit as she said this, eying her friend not-so-slyly, and dropped her voice to a whisper. "She really likes that, but she won't admit it."
"I DON'T LIKE IT," Coralkit snapped, suddenly as wide awake as possible. She did kind of like it if she was gonna be totally honest with herself, but the others didn't need to know that. She had an image to maintain, after all. "I think that smart cookie Servalkit is on the right track, though. Celebration is a loaded word, but we gotta do...something. Make a statement, y'know?"
"Are you sure about that? Ma always told me that denying somethin' that strongly was suspicious," he teased gently, although he stayed out of the path of a direct hit. He didn't know the other kittens well enough to know if she'd deck him for that or not. He paused for a second, a mischievous look in his eye. "We can play games or we could - wait. How adventerous are ya?"
"We'll do it when she's sleeping," was Raggedkit's next whisper before saying loudly in an overcompensating voice, which earned shushes from both cats present, "We love adventures! Oop, sorry- we love adventures. Is this gonna be like the time we made the other kits give us acorns to use the jet?"
"...You're still hung up on that jet thing, aren't you?" Coralkit muttered under her breath. She shook her head. "Whatever. Raggedkit, I'm sure whatever Servalpaw is cooking up in that big old brain of his is ten times as good as charging others to use the dirtplace--I mean, the jet. Acorn for your thoughts, Servalpaw?"
we should time skip xD serval needs to get involved in the new drama of ragged professing her love for coral and also her subsequent abandonment of kits she claims are coral's
It had been probably a day since he had seen the others, and that felt like a long time. His mentor, bless her heart, had been training him harder than he was used to, and he'd spent most of his time not in training sleeping in awkward places around camp. Still, a day was too long, and he was starting to miss them.
"Yo yo yo," he mewed as he approached, before noticing the slight... tension? maybe ? between the two. "Did I miss somethin'?"
"Servalpaw." Raggedpaw turned to the tom in all seriousness. "Coralpaw keeps trying to tell me she's not the father of my kits. Isn't that crazy?" It was an argument the pair had been having for days, neither willing to let up. Obviously if they couldn't come to an agreement, they needed a third party to be their tiebreaker.
Coralpaw scowled. It had been just long enough that her sieve-like mind had managed to lose the memory of Raggedpaw's bizarre pregnancy, only for Servalpaw to remind her. She was convinced her friend got knocked up by an alien or something, and latched on to the first person she thought of as the dad--and Coralpaw had received the unlucky honour. Regardless, Coralpaw was all too happy to play the role of a deadbeat dad.
"I still don't know how you're going to manage raising them," she muttered. "Unless you ship them off somewhere else or something. Are they gonna follow you around everywhere like ducklings and get in my way?"
"Well... that's a .... bold.... unexpected take." Servalpaw wasn't exactly sure where that idea could possibly come from, but he wasn't going to tell his friend that she was downright having some sort of weird psychological breakdown. Instead, he gave both she-cats a nod.
His ears then perked at the idea of baby duck kittens. "Ooh, I love a good game of follow-the-leader, daddio," he mewed to Coralpaw with a wink, before deciding to pretend to be serious for thirteen seconds of his foresaken existence
He then tilted his head. "Raggedpaw, how did you come to know that Coralpaw was your kittens.... father?"
"Please never call me daddio again," Coralpaw groaned, running a paw over her face. "Don't even ask, Servalpaw. I'm worried about her..." She trailed off, and made a strange, jerky gesture with her head. She hoped Servalpaw would get the memo.
She shot a glare at Coralpaw then addressed Servalpaw. "Because Coralpaw is the only one I've been hanging out with. Well, besides you, but y'know, we aren't like that." Raggedpaw definitely lacked tact. "Besides, Coralpaw and I touched tails that one time." And that's how babies were made.
