The future's in your paws. Shape it well.Roleplay in a cat Clan of warriors. Based off the Warriors series by Erin Hunter. Takes place in an AU before the cats in the books existed.
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Characters : [B]oartusk, [Spi]derdance, [O]leanderpaw, [Ser]pentkit Clan/Rank : [B] Shadowclan T3 Warrior, [Spi] Windclan T3 Warrior, [O] Riverclan Apprentice, [Ser] Thunderclan Unborn Kit Number of posts : 638 Gender : Male (He/Him) Age : 25
Subject: Poppy Sprout [O] Tue 30 Apr 2024 - 18:42
"Focus on me, I'll be all that they see"
Oleanderkit Kit | RiverClan | He/Him
Oleanderkit stepped out of the medicine den, his fur disheveled and clinging to his ribs. Should he still be sleeping in there? Probably not, but considering the cat with the authority to tell him to stop was now... gone... he just hadn't, remaining in a quarantine that never formally ended. The alternative was sleeping in the nursery, and he would rather chew on porcupine quills than sleep there. He was too old to be in there, yet too weak to be in the apprentice den and earn his name. He was better now, no longer wracked with tremors and fever, but no one talked about that. Instead, they were focused on how he never gained weight or never slept well. He was better than when he was small, yet not good enough yet.
He sniffed, hastily licking a few tufts of fur back into place to look somewhat presentable before making his way to the fresh-kill pile. He didn't feel hungry, but he needed to eat to grow, so he would. He grabbed a perch from the pile, giving the willow branch a lingering glance before finding a place to sit and eat. Maybe today. Maybe not. He's stopped counting on it.
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Boartusk | Shadowclan T3 Warrior | #990000 Oleanderpaw | Riverclan Apprentice | #669933 Spiderdance | Windclan T3 Warrior | #0883D4 Serpentkit | Thunderclan Unborn Kit | #703642 Not Depicted Plotting Page | Art Emporium | Character Profiles
"Seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken."
Twilightkit Kit | RiverClan | he/him
The sun was bright against the cloudless blue sky. Twilightkit was growing a resentment for the daylight. Why should the world be so bright, so full of new-leaf life, when his had grown dull and dead? It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair. Twilightkit’s little claws slid from their sheaths, drawing rivets in the warm sand underpaw. How were he and his littermates meant to temper their illness without Littlesplash? How were they meant to continue without their mother? How was he meant to live knowing some of his siblings would never follow them out of the medicine den? Twilightkit shook his foggy head to clear the wetness that started to rise in his eyes. He didn’t want to be found crying in camp.
With a lash of his thin tail, Twilightkit looked away from the tangle of reedwall he’d been fixating on. His eyes traveled first to the Willow Branch, wondering with a pang when Poppyshine would call those of them left for their ceremonies, before sliding towards the fresh-kill pile. The sight of his brother approaching made Twilightkit blink, eyes growing round. His paws were moving before he even put conscious thought into the action, lifting him from the shade and carrying him over. ”Oleander,” he said as he approached. He didn’t ask before sitting down opposite his brother, drawing his limbs close to his body and settling quietly into the space he made for himself. A little softer, Twilightkit added, ”I’m glad you’re eating.”
His ear flicked as he heard his brother's voice, looking up from the fish at his paws to offer a small smile. "Twilight," he greeted. He always appreciated his brother's presence. A small part of him wanted to spend as much time with his sibling as possible, regretting how little he got to spend with their other littermates before they passed, but he tried to smother that part of his brain. They were alive; he should focus on that.
He tore a small mouthful from his meal before pushing the fish closer to his brother in an offer to share. "You should eat too. We need all the strength we can get." Especially now there were no herbs to treat their illness... well, that wasn't quite true. Some herbs still remained in the medicine den after Littlesplash's passing, though Oleanderkit didn't have the expertise to know if they were still usable or not. He and his siblings have been fed herbs since they opened their eyes and it was difficult not to commit some to memory. Sorrel for strength and appetite, watermint or mallow for their stomach aches. He knew them by name, but so many leaves looked the same. He didn't know if, even in desperation, he would dare try and sort through them if he or his brother took a turn. If he fed Twilightkit the wrong thing, if he were the one to kill him, he wouldn't be able to live with himself.
He cleared his throat, shuffling where he lay. "Anyway, how have you been feeling? Have you been alright?" His green eyes flicked up and down his brother's visage in a quick check of his condition.
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Boartusk | Shadowclan T3 Warrior | #990000 Oleanderpaw | Riverclan Apprentice | #669933 Spiderdance | Windclan T3 Warrior | #0883D4 Serpentkit | Thunderclan Unborn Kit | #703642 Not Depicted Plotting Page | Art Emporium | Character Profiles
Subject: Re: Poppy Sprout [O] Sun 26 May 2024 - 9:54
TWILIGHTKIT
Hold on tight to this time, this place...
Twilightkit hummed quietly, eyeing the fish as it rolled toward him. He made no immediate motion to eat. Oleander was right, but… he felt no appetite. He hadn’t since the majority of their family suddenly passed. Getting himself to eat was an arduous chore. But… it was a necessary one. Twilightkit sighed and nodded. ”You’re right,” he murmured before bending to take a bite of the fish. It was dry and flavorless in his mouth. He swallowed as quickly as he could and nudged it back to his brother.
”I’ve been… alright,” Twilightkit mewed tentatively. ”I don’t feel so sick anymore… but I feel tired much of the time. My chest often hurts.” He grimaced. His mouth worked, considering, before he finally said, ”I… don’t always know if it’s the illness or… grief.” His tail swished back and forth across the sand and his eyes fell, staring at the half-eaten fish between them. He was quiet for several beats before shaking his head and saying, ”I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought it up.” Twilightkit looked back up at his brother and asked, ”How about you? Are you feeling any stronger?”
Oleanderkit gave a small purr as his brother ate a bite. Twilight scarfed it down like bitter herbs, but he ate, and that was what was important. If they kept eating, then they could keep moving. If they kept moving, that meant they were alive. He had lost so much, he just needed Twilightkit to remain by his side... He wasn't going to lose anyone else.
He took another bite as he listened to his sibling. He agreed that he didn't know if half of their symptoms were grief or if they were their illness rearing up again. He decided it was best to treat all of it like illness and push through regardless of how little he wanted to move from his nest. He glanced up when his brother suddenly went quiet, only to apologize for something he shouldn't have to.
"I brought it up. Don't be sorry for speaking your mind when I asked for it." He shifted, scooting over to his sibling's side to press comfortingly against his fur. He hesitated when Twilightkit tossed the same question back at him. Honestly... he felt no different, maybe even weaker than they had been before. Even in illness, he had warm bodies to tremble against, a soft rasping tongue to smooth over his feverish forehead. Then one by one his nest got colder, his reasons to keep on his feet melting like Leafbare snow come Newleaf.
Now it was all gone... except for one. And he had to be strong for the one who remained. Giving up and withering would leave Twilightkit on his own. Then who would be there to make sure he ate?
"I'm feeling better. I think eating and walking around a little helps trick my body into thinking everything's normal. Maybe if I eat enough my stomach will remember to remind me when I'm hungry, you know?" He offered an awkward smile. "Just... working on trying to sleep better at the moment. It's... hard." He kneaded the ground, his claws making little lines in the sand. Both he and his body agreed sleep was awful. He never wanted to sleep and his body never let him, but if he was trying to force himself to be normal, he'd have to try.
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Boartusk | Shadowclan T3 Warrior | #990000 Oleanderpaw | Riverclan Apprentice | #669933 Spiderdance | Windclan T3 Warrior | #0883D4 Serpentkit | Thunderclan Unborn Kit | #703642 Not Depicted Plotting Page | Art Emporium | Character Profiles
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