2..4..6... WAIT (Speckle kits topic, everyone welcome)

The birth had been a gruelling one, with no medicine cat present to help her deliver such large kittens and no herbs to help with milk production... it had been tough to say the least. But now she was stronger, and her kits in turn; seeing as they were running rampant around Thunderclan camp, knocking into other cats and fighting each other. Specklefang couldn't be more proud of her kittens, they were all almost a spitting image of her.

They were large and fluffy, many had started showing her aggression and she didn't doubt for a second that they would be the fiercest warriors that Thunderclan would come to know. Resting her head on her paws she laid half in and half out of the nursery, her tail gently swishing as she watched them like a hawk.

Sharpkit hissed softly as she snuck up behind her mother.
As the oldest and self-proclaimed leader of the litter, Sharpkit had big plans for her future.
First, she would be apprenticed to a great warrior. She would then prove herself to be the best apprentice Thunderclan has ever seen, defeating lots of enemies and making lots of friends.
Next, she'd become the best warrior in all the clans, except for her mother and perhaps Leafstorm.
Then she'd be made deputy, and someday leader.

The fluffy she-cat flicked her tail as she approached her mother. The perfect plan.
With a fierce squeak the tiny kit leapt at Specklefang, bouncing off of her and landing with a small thud on the ground.
Bewildered, the tiny kit simply got to her feet, ready to try and tackle Specklefabg again.


Leafstorm purred as he approached Specklefang. "How're you doing?" He mewed, grinning as small, fluffy kits paraded through camp.

Ooc: Mobileee

Meanwhile Owlkit,who was basically the spitting image of her mother,except for the Gray tabby strips just about her paws. Stopped for a moment and looked spotting her eldest sibling,Sharpkit. Being the second born she was always picking fights with Sharpkit whenever she could trying to prove she was better then her arrogant sibling. Though that was her arrogance as well. She had wanted to prove she was the best and one day become leader. The feirce fluffy kitten attempted to sneak up on Leafstorm rather then their mother who more than likely would have seen it coming. Her green eyes narrowed a bit in focus as she came up on the Brown warrior. With a feirce squeak she charged trying to bowl the warrior over. In Owlkit's eyes she wanted to prove she could take on anything even a warrior at her age. Her Brown ears pinned back against her head she squeaked as she batted at him afterwards"take that!"

Owlkit may have been the oldest but Ravenkit was the biggest. The gray and black tom watched his siblings as they pounced on their mother and Leafstorm. The tom chose instead to stalk an already dead crow. He got into a hunting crouch he had seen some of the apprentices do while play fighting and pretending to hunt with the kits. He narrowed his eyes in concentration before stalking forward, his stance was slightly off, and pounced onto the crow and fiercely attacking the dead bird before hopping off and giving 'his prey' a glare before trotting over to his other siblings and pouncing on Sharpkit with a playful growl.

Creamkit watched his siblings play from around his mom. The curly pelted tom padded over and curled up next to his mom. He wasn't as big as Ravenkit but the tom was still big and the nursery entrance was soon almost completely blocked off when he added his body next to his mothers large one. The cream colored tom purred and nuzzles his mother affectionately before he watched Ravenkit beat on Sharpkit with greenish-yellow eyes in amusement.

Boarkit was perhaps, if not the oldest or the biggest, the most deranged of the litter. His paws itched with the wish to pummel on anything moving in his range of sight. When he was done with the fluffy tail of a bemused warrior, and dare he say, that tail wasn't going to dare to step on ThunderClan territory any sooner, he returned to his mother tail fluterring.

"See mom, I beat that ShadowClan warrior, he won't be daring to show his face anywhere near out camp again!" he announced proudly, looking at Creamkit in disgust. How could he stand still while the other kits were having so much fun. He decided to give him a taste of what he meant and, with his eyes narrow and tiny claws unsheated, the tomkit  lunged towards his little brother pummeling at his belly. "You'll have to be stronger if you want to remain our brother!" Boarkit growled.

OOC: I'm gonna post cuz' I won't be able to for a loooong time.
Sharpkit hissed angrily as Ravenkit leapt at her. For a moment, she seemed defeated.
It's going to take more than a surprise attack to faze Sharpstar, great leader of Thunderclan.
She bucked, sending him flying off her back. But the kitten didn't stop there. She leapt on top of him, yowling and spitting with her fluffy kitten fur a mess and beating his chest with her paws. She didn't unsheathe her claws- Specklefang might get mad at her for trying to kill her brother. Still, she had won. Her foe lay defeated beneath her.
"I win this battle!" She shot a threatening glance at Owlkit. Could she beat Ravenkit so easily? Not a chance.
Sharpkit gave her younger brother a playful lick on the nose before flouncing towards Boarkit.
"Weak or not, he is our brother," The fluffy she-cat reminded him gently. With Boarkit you could never be too careful. He could either attack you or play with you- there was no in between. That was one of the reasons Sharpkit liked him so much.


Leafstorm turned as he felt something soft touch his leg. "Hi there, little one." He purred, amused. "They'll make great warriors, Specklefang."

Wrenkit sniffed at her littermates playing and jumped every time she noticed one spring into her vision, it seemed close as her sight depth perception wasn't strong as it should have been in her left eye. She looked at Leafstorm, and flicked her ear, taking a 'nap', she listened to her littermates squealing and thumping around on the floor. She seemed to be uninterested in the games her littermates played.

OOC: I might have forgotten to mention she's blind in one eye XD

Specklefang flicked her tail away just as Sharpkit made a lunge for it, yet she didn't look back. A smile stretched her face as she did so, the only sign of the action being not-so-coincidental. Specklefangs attention turned to Leafstorm, a cat that she dared to call friend as he walked towards her, complimenting her off-spring at that. "Yeah, they're not even two moons old and they're already fighting each other!" She huffed before turning towards the curliest of her litter, Creamkit.

Running her tongue along the kits head- that was until a loud declaration of war came from her most fight-ready kit, Boarkit, who crashed into Creamkit and started pummelling him. Specklefang gave a soft sigh, before looking back to Leafstorm. "The other clans will be quaking in their paws out of fear, if they're big now, they'll be massive later." She meowed, relatively proudly.

Owlkit's ears flattened and her green eyes narrowed as she looked up at Leafstorm"I am not little"She growled. Her gaze then went to her siblings decoding to pick a fight with them instead finding attacking Leafstorm w asnt worth her time after all. Her feirce gaze landed on her sibling Wrenkit and that's when she gave a toothy grin before she darted over and launched on her sibling,whom most of the time seemed uninterested in their games.

Creamkit mewled and licked Boarkit off rather hardly to that he landed onto Ravenkit and Sharpkit. He may have been the youngest but that didn't mean he'd let his siblings push him around despite his personality. He went back to curling up onto Specklefang's side and closing his eyes as he leaned against his mother.

Ravenkit yowled and tackled Boarkit. The bigger tom pinned him to the ground and then kept off at Sharpkit and pinned her and batted her on the head with his paw, as hard as she hit him, his claws sheathed so he wouldn't hurt her.

Wrenkit woke up, unable to bear the noise her siblings were making and crawled into the den grumbling that she couldn't get any sleep when she wanted. The night before she had been restless, so she didn't get much sleep then. She just wanted some peace and quiet, but her siblings were always so noisy!
Annoying furballs!

(....ok then hey Dewberries Owlkit was interacting with Wrenkit...)

Owlkit's ears flattened and her green eyes narrowed as she looked up at Leafstorm"I am not little"She growled. Her gaze then went to her siblings decoding to pick a fight with them instead finding attacking Leafstorm w asnt worth her time after all. Her feirce gaze landed on her sibling Wrenkit and that's when she gave a toothy grin before she darted over and launched on her sibling,whom most of the time seemed uninterested in their games.


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ooc: lol the double pummeling is physically impossible, neither is holding someone down and pummeling and holding down another cat, sorry to be the killjoy

Boarkit grumbled something unintelligible as he hesitantly let himself be nudged away by Creamkit. He was ready to propose a new game to Sharpkit when his larger brother, Ravenkit, hurled himself at both of them. He slithered away from his grasp, licking his dark brown fur. "You can't get the great leader Boarstar and his less great but not not great second Sharpscar that easily!" he growled, but didn't attack Ravenkit. He waited patiently for his sister to evade his grasp so they could go on and plot other mischief.

Sharpkit huffed as Ravenkit leapt on her. "No fair!" She squeaked, kicking at him with her back legs.
She managed to push him off of her, giving him a gentle lick on the ear before trotting happily towards Boarkit.
"Boarstar?" She mewed incredulously, nudging him teasingly. "Hah. Maybe, if you're lucky, I'll let you be the great Sharpstar's deputy."


Leafstorm grinned. "They certainly look like a handful. They'll have the enemy running for cover when they hit the battlefield."
He chuckled slightly as Owlkit scampered off. "They're much bigger than my kits were at this age. They'll be pretty impressive."

( oh lol didn't read it fully XD )

Wrenkit hissed and flipped over, trying to knock off Owlkit and give her a harsh swipe on the shoulder, growling in fury and annoyance. She didn't like sudden attacks, so she would try to teach them a lesson, to back off.

( Wren doesn't talk very much XD )