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Post by jaybun! on Aug 12, 2024 4:39:59 GMT -5
Larkspur's Dream
hi hi, welcome! this is going to be an occasionally updated story based off a lifegen run i did a bit ago. we'll be following larkspur and his journey within lupineclan. any updates will formatted by moon, and i may update/re-format this main block again soon.
✩ Background
Taking place on the Great Plains, Lupineclan and its neighbors have been thriving for countless seasons with little human interference. Lupine's territory is primarily tall grass on flat land, with the exception of their camp, which is made within the dip of a short gully. A stream snakes through their land, and the elders rumor anyone who follows it will meet with the Great River. In the distance, a swathe of mountains paints the skyline.
Larkspurkit and his five siblings (Hemlock, Rosy, Milk, Dandelion, & Curl) were born to a loner within Lupineclan's plains. Their parent died during birth, and the orphaned litter was found by a patrol led by Vervainstar himself.
✩ Allegiances
Leader | Vervainstar - A pale ginger tabby tom. Ascending to leader just fifteen moons ago, Vervain is well-respected for his wisdom and good looks. He appointed Hailrapid to be his deputy, who later became his mate.
Deputy | Hailrapid - A masked pale gray tabby and white molly. Unlike Vervainstar, Hailrapid was a controversial choice for deputy. While an experienced warrior, her clan-mates considered her too antisocial and unsettling to make a good leader. She quickly proved them wrong with her knack for planning and efficient strategies.
Medicine Cat | Flowersnow - A long-furred gray molly. A former Adderclan apprentice who sought refuge in Lupineclan for unknown reasons. Her bed-side manner isn't the best, but all within the clan respect her knowledge of healing greatly. Mediator | Brightdusk - A long-furred white tom. Formerly a warrior, Brightdusk had no aptitude for the lifestyle. He happily took up mediating, but his cowardly disposition often does more harm than good. Warriors | Fruitrump - A brown and lilac tortie molly. Fruitrump is well into the age where most cats retire, and showing no sign of stopping anytime soon. Her age has tempered her daring attitude, but she always will make her piece known. Hopfur - A orange tabby tom. A reputation as a troublemaker proceeds him wherever Hopfur goes. While reliable, he's known to treat the Warrior's Code like vague guidelines rather than rules. Pigeonpelt - An unusually spotted gray tabby molly. Pigeonpelt prefers to keep to herself, more follower than leader. When needed she can always find the right words to smooth over any argument. Gorsedrop - A pale gray tom. Hard-working and responsible, Gorsedrop was most cats first choice for deputy-ship. He's secretly relieved to be free of the extra stress. APPRENTICE: BROOKPAW Hazelice - A light brown tabby tom. A silver-tongued wise-cracker! It takes a little work for him to get serious, but once he does, his unique insight can rival any elders'. Apprentices | Brookpaw - An unusually spotted pale ginger tom. His mother left to start a new life away from the clans after kitting him. Brookpaw is fairly quiet considering his family connections. Queens | Rootdew - A white and brown tabby tom. Rootdew knew exactly what he wanted to do since he was in the nursery himself. Incredibly honest and genuine, even the most cold of cats has a hard time not warming to this tom. He strives to safeguard the next generation to the best of his ability. Kits |Furzekit - A long-furred pale tom. Best friends with Brookpaw's mother, Furzekit's chose to follow after the molly shortly after her leave. Rootdew has done his best to raise him, but nothing can seem to temper his obsessive personality. Larkspurkit - A long-furred pale gray tabby and white tom. We know this guy! Curlkit - A white and unusually spotted brown tom. The quietest of his littermates. Curlkit tends to keep to himself, preferring the company of his own daydreams. Often used as a scapegoat for his more mischievous siblings. Milkkit - A black smoke and white tom. Milkkit maybe takes a little too much after his mother, Hailrapid. Chances are if he isn't in sight, he's up to no good. Rosykit - An unusually spotted white and ginger tom. A little brash and quick to anger. Rosykit loves his littermates, but they just get on his nerves sometimes! Hemlockkit - A gray and white tabby molly. Hemlockkit is admirably, fiercely protective of her family. Worryingly interested in the fighting aspect of Warrior life. Dandelionkit - An unusually spotted black and white molly. Definitely the most responsible of the siblings next to Larkspurkit. She's a little excitable, but always manages to temper herself after a moment. Stemkit - A black and white tabby tom. Stemkit tries to be serious, but just can't stick the landing. Generally easy-going and always ready to play. Sharpkit - A masked golden tabby molly. Named no doubt after her sharp-tongue. Despite her bristly exterior, anyone who gets know to Sharpkit will see she's really a big softie. Cats outside the Clan |Prancestorm - A long-furred pale ginger tabby molly. A mysterious ghostly warrior who has taken a particular interest in Larkspur.
✩ Families
key:
bold is alive
italics is deceased, or missing
Vervainstar + Hailrapid = Larkspurkit, Curlkit, Milkkit, Rosykit, Hemlockkit, & Dandelionkit [adoptive]
Bisonfang + Batstream = Brightdusk, Gorsecloud
Gorsecloud + Unknown = Furzekit
Whitetail + Wolf = Hopfur, Alderspring
Hopfur + Unknown = Hazelice
Alderspring + Unknown = Brookpaw
Pigeonpelt = Stemkit & Sharpkit [adoptive]
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Post by jaybun! on Aug 12, 2024 23:40:34 GMT -5
MOON ZERO early newleaf 🍃
"What is that."
Vervainstar perked up at the flat monotone of Hailrapid's voice, greeting her with a small purr. She looked unimpressed, but that was alright, he knew she loved him. And, he thought as he placed the squirming bundle clamped between his teeth on the ground, I'm sure she'll love you.
Fruitrump and Hazelpaw emerged from the camp entrance behind him. Each carried a mewling kit of their own, with Hazelpaw anxiously helping his mentor keep the last three of the litter steady atop her back. Vervainstar quickly helped relive the two of their tiny burdens. He was going to owe Fruitrump for this- big time.
"This is Curlkit-" Vervainstar began, giving a small white and brown tom a lick-
"You named them." Hailrapid cut in, her jaw clenched, "Vervain, we don't have any nursing queens! They won't last the week."
Told you, Fruitrump harrumphed from behind him. He held back a sigh, nudging the crying kits underneath the bulk of his body. Yes, he'd known their chances would be slim, but...
"I couldn't leave them there, Hail," Vervainstar murmured lowly, "we need more warriors. How could we not take this chance? It's like Starclan itself sent them."
His deputy growled, but her eyes kept straying to the litter beneath him. Hailrapid was a wonderful deputy, but she was an even more wonderful mate. It'd been seasons on seasons of trying for their own and neither of them may have voiced it, but he could tell the lack of results was wearing on them both. But this could be it. The beginning of a family of their own.
By now, the mewling had drawn out most of the clan from their dens. Rootdew, their resident queen, looked like he was absolutely dying to come closer. None of them would cross Hailrapid however, Vervainstar included. He might've been appointed leader, but she was the real heart of Lupineclan.
"Fine." Hailrapid spat at last, but he could see the softness at the corner of her eyes. Though Vervainstar knew that wouldn't exempt him from a tongue-lashing later. He wouldn't have it any other way. "but it's only fair I get to name half of the litter. You're terrible at it."
Vervainstar blinked, "what's wrong with my names?"
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Post by jaybun! on Aug 15, 2024 4:33:40 GMT -5
MOON ONE newleaf 🍃 Larkspurkit purrs, snuggled within the great valley between his Papa's massive paws. The night sky above twinkles, the moon radiating it's cool silver light. He's never been allowed to leave the nursery before, and definitely not at night. But that's just why his Papa was the best, with the warmest, fluffiest fur in the whole wide world.
"That's the Silverpelt?" Larkspurkit mews, wide kit-blue eyes turned upwards. He'd caught glimpses of it between the brambles of the nursery before- but seeing it for real... it's huge!
Papa's chest rumbles with a chuckle, and Larkspurkit squeaks as his father lays a rough lick between his ears. His paws scrabble with the smooth ground, little body wobbling with the force of that lick alone. He bats weakly at Vervainstar's face once he recovers with a whine, "Papa!"
"Sorry," His father says with a laugh that makes Larkspurkit think he's not very sorry at all, "yes, that's the Silverpelt."
He chooses to ever so graciously forget his Papa's indiscretion, turning back around to look up at the night sky once again. He'd known it was the Silverpelt, of course, but now he really, really knows. Larkspurkit's eyes flick between the sparkling light of the many stars, wondering, "can they really see us?"
Vervainstar lays his head down, watching from the corner of his eye, "They can. So they can keep us safe, even when they're no longer with us." |
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Post by jaybun! on Aug 25, 2024 23:08:23 GMT -5
MOON TWO mid-newleaf 🍃 Rootdew waits patiently for them to line up, watching with soft amusement as Larkspurkit and his siblings jostle each other in their excitement. From the corner of Larkspurkit's eye, he can see his brother, Milkkit, paw make a quick swipe; catching the tip of his other brother Rosykit's tail in kitten-sharp claws.
Rosykit squeaks, and whirls on the unfortunate kit next to him, Curlkit with a hiss, "You clawed me, mouse-brain!”
Before Curlkit could defend himself, their sister, Hemlockkit lets out an impatient whine, "Rootdew is never gonna start if you keep talking!"
Milkkit always gets away with being a sneak. Larkspurkit's nose wrinkles up as he watches Rosykit settle down with a final spit in poor Curlkit's face. He had learnt his lesson trying to point out everything Milkkit gets up to. Only Starclan knows how his brother had managed to lead ants into his nest. His dark gray fur bristled up at the memory. He'd been covered in them!
With peace finally hard won, and all six littermates quietly sitting; Rootdew finally smiles. The white and brown tom-queen rewards them with a throaty purr, green eyes sparkling with mirth, "That was the quickest you've all settled down so far.”
Deserved or not, all the kits preen under the praise.
"It'll just be us today," Rootdew continues, "Brookkit is too old for this kind of thing, and Furzekit is still in timeout."
Good riddance. Larkspurkit and his siblings exchanged satisfied looks. None of them liked Furzekit. He was only a moon older, but he acted like he owned the nursery. And the second an adult came around, he was back to being perfect, sweet Furzekit. But he'd slipped up eventually, and snapped at Hailrapid. Mouse-brain!
Rootdew lifted his tail, revealing a small shiny white pebble hidden beneath. The tom-queen pawed it into the sun's light, making the stone shine and sparkle. Several of his siblings gasped in excitement, their pelts fluffing and tails twitching.
“These stones come from the stream's shore, at the very top of our territory.” Rootdew explained, “when you see the sparkle, you know you've reached the edge. Who can tell me why that’s important?”
“Because that's the border with Adderclan!” Dandelionkit mewed loudly.
Rootdew nodded, sending the pebble sliding across the well-trodden ground into Dandelionkit's eager paws. Larkspurkit dug his claws into the ground in an effort not to give chase. At either side. he could see his littermates make a similar effort. If any of them moved, Rootdew wouldn’t let them join in on the fun parts later!
“Today, we're going to practice tracking,” the white and brown tom said, “I've hidden four of these stones around camp. Whoever can pick up my scent and find all of them will get a prize!”
Yes! Larkspurkit couldn't help but join in his siblings excited squeals. Rootdew's last prize had been an old snake skin. Curlkit had decorated his nest with it, much to everyone's envy. There was no way he'd miss out this time!
“Can we go?”
“Can we?!”
“Please Rootdew!"
They all pleaded with the tom-queen, quivering with pent-up excitement.
Rootdew’s whiskers twitched with a silent laugh. But he raised his paw to shush them, casting a knowing eye, “Same rules apply. No going in the medicine den or leaving camp! Now…” His paw dropped back to the ground, “Go!”
The camp explodes in a flurry of motion as each kit darts off on their search. Larkspurkit starts toward the warrior’s den- only to change his mind as Hemlockkit scurries into it. The warrior’s den is too obvious anyway! He racks his head for potential hiding spots, wide eyes jumping from den to den.
Maybe the elder’s den! It was empty right now, he would definitely be able to tell if Rootdew had been in there. The den sat on the opposite side of the gully to the nursery, a small hollow smoothed out by time. Larkspurkit sneezed as he scrambled up to the lip of the den, the green brush that lined the sides of their home brushing against the top of his head.
He opened his mouth to taste the air, eyes screwing up as the heady scent of pollen and fresh growth flooded his senses. How was any cat supposed to find anything in this?! Whatever, he didn’t need to scent anything to find a shiny pebble. His eyes worked perfectly fine!
Larkspurkit poked around the den, sticking his tiny paws into every crack and crevice he could find. If there was a stone in here, Rootdew sure hid it really well. Growing frustrated, he paused back at the entrance to the elder’s den; tail swinging. Maybe one of his littermates had found something.
A shudder ran up his spine as a sudden cold wind blew through him. Where did that come from? He peeked out into the camp proper, ears twitching. The brush wasn’t moving at all! His papa had told him this time of year was only supposed to get hotter too…
“Larkspur.”
“Wh- whose there!” Larkspurkit puffed up, ears swiveling flat. It was like someone had whispered right into his ear!
Quiet shifting, scraping noises answered him; echoing from somewhere toward the back of the gully. Was it Milkkit playing another prank? He wavered, glanced at the camp center where his littermates and Rootdew were. This was really weird. Rootdew always said to get him if something happened, but Larkspurkit wasn’t a baby anymore. Maybe Brookkit was playing after all- and she was guarding one of the stones!
Determined, he padded out of the elder’s den and further into the gully. Back here the walls became narrower, opening into small offshoots of twisting curves and turns. It would be the perfect place to hide something.
“This way.”
The whisper brushed his ear again, and he froze up in fright. Larkspurkit shifted from paw to paw, unsure as the quiet sounds began to echo toward him again. Could that really be Brookkit?
“I win!” Rosykit’s screech of victory broke Larkspurkit from his thoughts. The sounds vanished, and he turned away from the narrows hesitantly.
“Gather around!” Rootdew called.
I’m just being silly, he thought, shaking off his nerves. He ran to catch up with the others, forming a semi-circle around Rootdew. Rosykit sat proudly at the tom-queen’s side, a small pile of shiny white pebbles between his paws.
He tried to focus on losing the game, but the disappointment felt muted. While Rosykit was awarded his prize (an entire lizard!) Larkspurkit found himself looking back at the narrows again and again. It had sounded like someone was talking to him, but he was pretty sure he’d been alone. He doubted any of the bigger cats would hide back there just to mess with him, right?
“Hey mouse-brain!” His sight was suddenly filled with Rosykit’s face, his brother’s pale blue eyes narrowed suspiciously, “Did you even see what I won?”
Larkspurkit blinked, “I- yeah?”
“You’re being a sore loser,” Rosykit said snipply, “Just cause I won doesn’t mean you need to get all pouty.”
I’m not being pouty! He frowned, paws flexing into the soft earth, “I don’t care about that!”
His littermate rolled his eyes, “Yeah, right.”
“I’m serious!” Larkspurkit hissed, glancing around. Rootdew and his siblings voices rang out from within the nursery, “I heard something!”
Rosykit huffed, “You heard something?”
“There was a voice-”
Rosykit only grumbled, scooping up the body of the lizard before trotting into the nursery. Larkspurkit growled, sticking his tongue out at his brother’s retreating back. He knew what he heard!
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Post by jaybun! on Aug 25, 2024 23:12:14 GMT -5
wipes forehead. this one was a doozy! i realized that while the colored fonts for each character would be fun, it's just too much work. maybe i'll save them for something else. considering putting a full allegiance up on the main block? unfortunately past bunny didn't remember to note everything down so i'm worried i'll end up forgetting someone. 😅
anyway enjoy! do let me know if there's any formatting issues or something is difficult to read!
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Post by jaybun! on Aug 29, 2024 1:44:01 GMT -5
MOON THREE late newleaf 🍃 The nursery was quiet. Not at peace, no, but truly quiet. Larkspurkit and his littermates huddled together, shamelessly staring at their two new arrivals. Pigeonpelt and Rootdew were out hunting for the moment, whether that was a good thing remained to be seen. Sharpkit and Stemkit watched them back from Pigeonpelt's new nest. Both kits were a little older than them, and smelled weird. Like plains grass and musk. Which was really weird, because Rootdew had said they were Pigeonpelt’s litter- and she definitely didn’t smell like that! And when had she gotten all big and wobbly like Rootdew said queen's get anyway? “ You smell funny,” Hemlockkit broke the silence first, her tiny nose twitching. “ Yeah!” Furzekit echoed, even though no one asked him. The two new kits fluffed up, Stemkit pointing his nose up into the air, “ You smell funnier!”“You don’t look anything like Pigeonpelt,” Larkspurkit very wisely pointed out. His siblings nodded and chimed in with agreements. (And Furzekit, but he wasn't invited to this standoff in the first place.) “ Of course we don’t,” Sharpkit spat, butting her way in front of her brother, “ Pigeonpelt is only watching us till our Mom comes back!”Larkspurkit tilted his head, confused. But before he could ask any questions, a gray head popped! into the nursery entrance. Hailrapid! “ Mom!” “ Hi Mom!” He and his siblings chorused, rushing to the entrance to greet her. (And Furzekit, though no one invited him.) Hailrapid’s eyes narrowed down at them, but the twitch of her whiskers gave away her amusement, “ Are you all behaving in here?” “ Yeah!” “ Yes!” “ Good,” Mom huffed, slipping fully into the den. She turned to pull in something after her, tugging in what looked like a great big mass of colorful feathers, “ Then I didn’t get this treat for nothing.” “ What is that?” Rosykit asked, paw poised and ready to poke at the thing in question. Hailrapid set about posing the lump before answering, “ A grouse. I caught it while on patrol.” “ Wow!” Curlkit mewed, and Larkspurkit had to agree. Now that he was looking closely, he could see the shape of a limp head within the mass. A bird! And not just any bird, but one that had to be as big as two cats! Sure of it’s harmlessness (or deadness) his littermates set upon thoroughly investigating the grouse. Rosykit tugged at its feathers with the help of Milkkit, while the remaining three began climbing the bird’s massive sides. Larkspurkit puffed up in excitement, about to follow when his eye caught Hailrapid’s looming figure. “ Mom!” Larkspurkit wormed his way through the chaos to bounce in-between her paws, “ Will you teach me how to catch one?” Hailrapid puffed out a chuckle, leaning down to nuzzle against his cheek, “You’ve got a long way to go before hunting grouse, little warrior.”
“ Please?” Larkspurkit whined, putting on his best pout. He could see the resolve in his mother’s face waver, her tail twitching, “ Well…” “ Hailrapid,” A voice called from outside the nursery, “ Vervainstar wants to speak with you.” Mouse-dung! Larkspurkit and his siblings mewed their goodbyes as Hailrapid quickly took up the summons. He knew she was the deputy, and their dad was leader, but couldn’t they spend a little more time in here? How was he supposed to learn how to be the best warrior otherwise? Rootdew wouldn’t teach him! “ Got you!” Dandelionkit’s yowl came from above, and a bundle of flailing limbs crashed down on Larkspurkit’s head. |
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Post by jaybun! on Sept 15, 2024 22:54:17 GMT -5
MOON FOUR early greenleaf 🌾 Larkspurkit rounds another corner of the camp’s narrows, ears perked and eyes wide. There’s another flash of fur, a pale golden tail that slips out of sight in front of him- just always out of his reach. He’d nearly forgotten about the weird stuff during the scavenger hunt when he was younger, but it’s clear as day now. He’s gonna find out who lives in the gully, even if he has to chase them all the way to the border! Rosykit would have believe him then. Maybe Mom and Dad would even let him be an apprentice early. They’re not making it easy though. Larkspurkit growls as he turns into another dead end. From the corner of his eye, he sees the wave of that golden tail vanish once again. Why did the narrows have this many paths anyway?! His Papa had called it an “emergency exit, but how was anyone supposed to escape through this? No wonder weirdos lived in here! “ Larkspurkit!” Uh-oh. Larkspurkit only has a second to scrabble to a stop before his Papa leaps down into the narrows from the thin walls above. Vervainstar’s fur stands on end, tail lashing against either side of the passageway with an audible thump! thump!“ Papa…” Larkspurkit murmurs, only to squeak as Vervainstar scoops him up by the scruff. He squeezes his eyes shut as the ground vanishes out from under his paws, instinctively curling himself into as tiny a ball he can make. His father grunts, leaping back up the wall- claws scrabbling for purchase on the thin edge. Hopfur appears in a flash, the warrior grabbing hold of Vervainstar’s own scruff to haul them both back up the rest of the way. Larkspurkit is dropped as unceremonously as he was picked up, tumbling to a sit between the two larger cats paws. “ I didn’t pin you for the troublemaker of the family!” Hopfur laughs, good-naturedly butting into his side. Larkspurkit digs his own claws into the ground, wobbling on the tiny strip of land with a little yelp. He’s glad he can only see the bottom of his Papa’s chin from the ground, because whatever look he gives Hopfur is enough to make the warrior shrink. Vervainstar turns, effortlessly making the small leap back to solid, whole ground, “ You’ll carry Larkspurkit back to camp?” It’s phrased as question, but Larkspurkit can hear the command just as well as Hopfur. The dark gold warrior cuts him a sheepish shrug, voice lowering to a whisper, “ Vervainstar is just a little worried-” “ Hopfur.” Vervainstar calls, emerald-green eyes narrowed into tiny slits. ✩ ✩ ✩
The journey back to camp proper is quick, only a few minutes, but it feels like ages. Larkspurkit has never been in trouble- not with Vervianstar and certainly not with Hailrapid. He thinks he might’ve preferred Hailrapid to find him… His Mama had a fierce temper but it never burned long. He doesn’t think Vervainstar has even looked at him since Hopfur had scooped him up. He’s dropped just outside the camp entrance, a delicately weaved tunnel of tall grass and gorse. Larkspurkit is thankful for the break, giving his whole body a shake before following his father’s path. Rootdew had said he was too big to get carried anymore and he thinks the tom-queen might be right, if the ache in his scruff had anything to say about it. It can’t compare to the way his heart drops as he slinks into the camp center. Everyone is there, watching him. Larkspurkit fights to keep his steps steady, gulping as he approaches Vervainstar; who sits expectantly inside the crowd, still aside from the twitch of a tail-tip. “ Rootdew,” Vervainstar says after he’s taken a seat in front of his father, “ are kits allowed outside of camp?” The tom-queen steps out from the crowd, voice firm, “ No, Vervainstar.” “ That’s right.” Vervainstar says, eyes narrowing once again. Larkspurkit doesn’t think he’s ever heard him so angry, “ Was that rule unclear to you?” “ N-” Larkspurkit can’t help but shrink underneath his father’s full attention, acutely aware of the stares of the crowd surrounding him, “ no.” “ Then why,” his Papa says, a hint of exasperation leaking into his voice, “ did you run off, not just out of camp, but in the Narrows?” “ I…” his voice cracks, paws shuffling against the ground. Larkspurkit’s chest feels tight, his ears ring. Would they even believe him if he did tell them? Rosykit had called him a liar, last time. But he was sure, he was so sure he’d seen something this time, “ I-I saw a cat.” Murmurs break out around the camp, silenced by a wave of Vervainstar’s tail. Hailrapid speaks up, his mother’s tone surprisingly gentle, “ Larkspurkit, it’s alright if you just got lost-” “ No!” It’s like the rebuttal tears out from within him. He’s so tired of no one believing him! He’s not crazy! “ I saw a cat- they had golden fur, a-and-” “ I saw them too.” The mew catches him off guard. Larkspurkit blinks the sting from his eyes, surprised as his sister worms her away around Rootdew. Hemlockkit has all the confidence he lacks, ears and tail perked straight in the air. “ It was a golden tabby.” Hemlockkit says firmly, “ Larkspurkit isn’t lying, I saw them peeking into camp from the Narrows too!” She crosses to his side, pelt brushing up against his. He sniffles, big fat tears falling down his face as pushes his face into his sister’s shoulder. More than anything, Larkspurkit feels a sense of relief. It’s like a thorn has finally come loose. “ ...You’re sure?” Hailrapid asks, and he feels Hemlockkit nod. The murmuring is back, anxious whispers buzzing through the camp air. Vervainstar sighs, “ Hopfur, take Gorsedrop and Brookpaw to check the Narrows.” Larkspurkit cracks open a watery eye to watch the small patrol head off. His father doesn’t look any happier, face still set in a deep frown. He had to believe him though, right? He wasn’t a liar! “ Regardless of your reason you still left camp-” Vervainstar starts. He goes quiet as Hailrapid leans over, teeth bared as she hisses too lowly for any other cat to hear. It looks as if he’s about to argue with her, but with a sigh and shake of his head finishes, “ ...stay in the nursery for the rest of the day, Larkspurkit.” “ Okay,” Larkspurkit mumbles, slowly separating himself from Hemlockkit’s side. His sister blinks kindly at him, tail brushing against his flank. He lets out a big, shuddery breath as the camp breaks their circle; some slinking back to where they came and others forming little groups to talk. He feels ten times lighter without their eyes trained on his every move. “ C’mon fluffhead,” Hemlockkit chirps, nudging him, “ you have to tell me if you saw anything cool!” He huffs a laugh, following the steady stream of his siblings back toward the nursery. Excitement starting to spark at his paws again now that he’s out of trouble. He’d almost caught that cat, whoever it was! “ You really saw them too?” Larkspurkit asks, tail perking up into the air. Hemlockkit’s smile wobbles a bit, but that’s fine. He understands how weird it can feel to see things no one else can. She nods hesitantly, and it’s all the confirmation he needs! |
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Post by jaybun! on Sept 15, 2024 23:03:15 GMT -5
might add a family relations index up to the main block! in theory it would make the allegiances a little neater, but i worry about frontloading everyone with too much info up there. we'll see <3
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