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Plot: Icyhaven, Harlow, Wintrystar, and family interacting just after the camp move and the birth of Wintrystar's kits. Basically a family thread. Kits are old enough to up and playing around if that matters to you. Idk who keeps track of moons and stuff like that. CleaverFaithstrawberrycupidJadieHoneystorm @turtlenoir
Wintrystar gazed from her place at the water's edge. She peered into the clearing, watching as the kits, her kits, played and ran around, when she was approached. The day was lazy and calm, the clan was happy, and prey was coming in steadily before winter hit. Overall, they had all been doing well since the blizzard and unexpected move.
"Permission to cuddle?" Howlingnight asked, a slanted grin reaching to his jawline as he over dramatically nuzzled into her to break her out of her focus before resting his head over hers, "Don't you want to," He raised a paw up that he scribbled symbols to help him memorize parenting techniques, "Have more skin to skin touch with our ki-" He brushed his paw up against his pelt, intentionally smudging up his notes. "I swear, I ask this clan for parenting advice and they give the most alien answers I've ever friggin' heard."
He had been fairly anxious about raising kits, so much so that he forced some of the demons to let him practice on them. To say the least he failed miserably, he was pretty certain he traumatized one of them for life. Which was why he was as distant to his kits as Wintrystar was. He knew he needed to be their in his kits life, but he wasn't sure how, the aspect of approaching his kits without Wintrystar at his side was intimidating to say the least.
Gardeniakit placed a moss ball shaped like a frog down in front of her, "Okay froggy, don't run off on me or I'm going to LOSE IT!!!" She said sweetly before growling at the end, imitating how she heard her parents talk down on others. Turning her back she had a giddy grin of excitement waiting for one of her siblings to come up and snatch it so she could search for it.
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 3, 2020 19:16:08 GMT -5
Some would expect Deathkit to be the one to hide the frog for Gardeniakit. He was in earshot. But the last time he played mossball, he ended up playing so violently he tore the mossball apart into shreds. He was supposedly banned from playing with them since then, but he still managed to run into a few games and tear the ball up a bit before sending it back. Now that the camp moved and he could play around outside a little, he had been piling snow together to then tear it all apart again.
But Deathkit got cold and came back in, suddenly crouching next to the mossball like he was whispering in its ear. "You can run, but you can't hide." He growled, using one of his paws to shake the mossball to make it tremble. "Cause when you catch you, and we will, there will be HELL to pay." When he pulled away, it somewhat retained it's shape. Though the frog had a bit of a dent in its back. Deathkit, somewhat realizing what he done, sprinted away.
WIntrystar just smiled at her love, it was cute how hard he was trying. Being a mother did not come as naturally t her as most Mothers said it would. But she was trying. At the moment, she was just watching, allowing them their time of play, before a history lesson. As their mother and Sovereign, she wanted her kits to be well informed about their clan, culture, past, and present. She would raise them to be strong and worthy of the clan, the true Heirs of Winter. "Do not worry, my love, you're doing wonderfully." Purring she motioned for him to join her at the water's edge. She'd chosen this place to keep the kits in eyesight and so that no one would dare to wonder close to the water and fall in. It was too warm for them and none knew how to swim yet, so it was a safety precaution on her part.
Pomegrantekit was sweet, and controlling. She wanted to play her games and her way. Witnessing the destruction of the frog shaped mossball by Deathkit, the she-cat got an idea. "Reapingkit, did you see that? Our dear brother, Deathkit destroyed the mossball." She'd been wresting with Reapingkit when she witnessed the act and thought it a grand idea to play savior or at least help get Deathkit in trouble for the destoryed ball. Especially since Deathkit had been banned form mossball in their last game. But as a future ruler, in her eyes at least, she'd find a solution to the problem. Deathkit was cruel in his destruction and it was her job to make sure he knows it.
"Yeah, how uncivilized, he's nothing like us." Reapingkit mused with Pomegranatekit. His sister's pause to speak gave him an opening to go for her throat but instead of biting her he began to groom her furiously. He was always such a well-mannered kit, especially with this particularly littermate, although every once in awhile a fang would brush against her skin, enough to hurt but not leave a mark, "What do you say about us teaching him a lesson?!"
"I guess we must. He is mother's son after all." Her words were spoken with a sense of all-knowing and as though it was from the goodness of their hearts that they'd take their sibling under their wing and show him how to properly act. That is, before mother and father did so. Pomegrantekit saw them as heirs, royalty, and why shouldn't she? Her mother was the Sovereign of the clan and a few had already nicknamed them the princes and princesses of the clan. It was funny, already the title would go to her head, allowing her to dream of one day having her mother's role. With a quick shrug, she was on her paws, the game beginning, one that would never end. She'd teach, and she'd manage her siblings like a good daughter. It was her goal to please their mother, to show they were worthy of being hers and holding their precious titles of princes and princesses, even if they were official titles.
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 5, 2020 15:12:36 GMT -5
The only problem with teaching Deathkit a lesson was that he heard it a thousand times before and it never really did anything to change his mind. And b, he was suddenly gone. Like a bad boy itself, disappearing into the shadows. Even if the shadows were really hiding in his great uncle Harlow's fur.
Harlow laid with his head resting on his forepaws and his eyes mostly closed; recently returned from a long patrol, he was exhausted, and he going to take advantage of this quiet and calm opportunity. The other adults weren't talking to him anyway, so he was nearly asleep when he suddenly felt a kit bury itself in his thick fur.
He opened his eyes and lifted one paw to study Deathkit, his muzzle scrunching up in confusion. "I'm not your dad," he told him, wondering if the little guy somehow had them confused.
Wintrystar had watched it all unfold and with a roll of her eyes she missed her son disappearing from sight and towards his uncle. "That one is all yours. Afraid poor Deathkit doesn't know his on strength. Hopefully he'll learn, sooner rather than later." The Sovereign wasn't sure how many arguments she could stand over destroyed mossballs and petty kit disagreements. She loved the little ones, truly but she never imagined the frustrations that came with motherhood either. Being a Sovereign was tough, she expected it. But motherhood had seemed so...simple, natural, and here she was struggling. Her paws were firm, and her stance even firmer and her kits would learn to behave themselves and act appropriately with time, hopefully.
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 15, 2020 14:18:58 GMT -5
"I know, Uncle Harlow." Deathkit poked his head out a little out of his fur. It really was the perfect hiding place. Harlow tended to stay towards the sidelines, out of the way of everything. Long as Deathkit could blend in, he could avoid his family's wrath for now. The only problem was... he opened his mouth. "They're gonna yell at me again, so let me hide here for a little bit, please? Please please please please please? You don't even need to do anything, you just lay here and I will too and then we don't need to get in trouble, so--"
Howlingnight stared at his kits like he was staring down his impending doom.
C'mon Alvah, this is the moment you've been preparing for. Go up to your kids and be the best dad ever. So what if all the demon kits got weirded out when you tried to act nice practicing your fatherly skills. That doesn't mean you're going to be a terrible father? And having no father figure in your life? That's... Well on one paw if I needed a father in my life I didn't have one so I have none of the fatherly skills to pass onto my kits. On the other paw if having a father is useless and unneeded then so am I...
A cold gust of wind stirred him out of his thoughts, he had to do something. Walking over to them he towered over his kits, "Hey kiddos," He said with such an awkwardness that someone could mistake him for some kidnapper trying to lure the kits over rather than being their father. "Um. What are you up to?"
Gardeniakit tipped her head up at Howlingnight, she could spot weakness in a single moment and her father had lots of insecurities she could spot, but she did not particularly know why. However he also looked like he could snap her head off and was only trying to be nice as a courtesy so it was hard to tell how to react to him. Instead she looked to Pomegranatekit, it felt safer to copy her reaction than decide her own.
Harlow looked back down at the little kitten. He seemed fairly harmless: he was quiet and pleading and afraid of his family, probably for a good reason. This scrap of fur was stronger than he thought? It wasn't impossible. He had Harlow's thick fur - though that probably came from Howlingnight - and his fear was enough to sway the warrior's heart.
"Alright, you can stay here," he acquiesced with a sigh, "but not for too long. If you don't play with your siblings, they're going to grow big and strong without you."
"Well, Father, we were looking for Deathkit. He's been awful rude destroying all the mossballs and so we were going to teach him how to play properly." He was their father and for such reason she had more of her respect than anyone. Even if he was showing a weakness of awkwardness. Mother had chosen him for a reason, and who was she to defy mother? Pomegrantekit smiled sweetly up at the tom, hoping he didn't see through her little plan of practically punishing her brother until he figured it out. Maybe they could even convince their father to teach them some proper fighting moves, make things more interesting.
Post by strawberrycupid on Jan 16, 2021 18:32:08 GMT -5
Just for today, Deathkit would tell himself. Harlow's answer made him stop rambling, nodding enthusiastically as he curled into a darker spot by his uncle. But he was right. The more he ran away, the stronger Gardeniakit would get and the easier it'd be for her to punish him. Deathkit quietly vowed he'd steel his nerves more... later.
Wintrystar finally pulled herself from her comfortable place. Her poor mate looked lost while dealing with the kits and so she went to his rescue. Curiously, she found all but one of them surrounding the tom, the missing kit being Deathkit. She heard her daughter though, and the words caused her eyes to narrow. The little one was a little too much like her and so the Sovereign didn't miss the underlining reasoning to what Pomegranatekit wanted. "Leave him be, Pomegranatekit. Just what has he done this time to warrant your search party?" She eyed the children, pressing herself against her mate's side. She knew her son was a bit of clutz having not yet grown into his large paws or understood how to use them, becoming the frustration of his siblings in all of their games.
"But Wintrystar, I thought if you did something bad that there were supposed to be consequences?" Reapingkit stepped next to Pomegranitekit, his shoulder brushing against hers, her little knight in shining armor, "Deathkit keeps killing the moth.. mo.. moss balls, if we don't teach him a lesson why ever would he stop?"
