#swishkit

[wyrm-clangen]

Rookrise is SO happy to actually get to use the nursery, she owes Ferretlily her entire life rn

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[poppyclangen]

MOONS 26-29:

Moon 26:

LoudWhisker finds that Swishkit has taken a great deal of interest in the Medic's den- whether he's causing trouble in there, or genuinely playing with sticks, making herb soup in a hole. LoudWhisker grows quite fond of this behavior, despite his usually annoyed façade. Privately, he talks to FallenStar about asking one of her kits to be his apprentice when the time comes. FallenStar comments that she was planning on making SwishKit his apprentice anyway- but he stops her before she can finish. He tells her that he doesn't want either of her kits to be 'made' to be his pupils. He wants it to be their choice; while he doesnt regret doing it, LoudWhisker can't help but wonder what his life would have been like if he were allowed to choose. He doesn't want to take that away from either kitten. FallenStar had never thought of it like that before, and happily agrees.

Moons 27, 28 and 29:

Nothing of note happens, other than MarshFleck and DarkFoot being tasked with babysitting duties around the clock. While normally a very dutiful warrior who liked his share of action, MarshFleck spends an entire moon in the nursery keeping an eye on the kittens, as if he had birthed them; growing especially close with BogKit. He regales them with stories about his scars, and lets them beat him up. (Every single one of BogKit's interactions with others have to do with MarshFleck these three moons, which is very cute to me)

[sunnycowleaf]

"Swishkit believes he is part of a new prophecy. He worked tirelessly in order to graduate from an apprentice into a warrior as quickly as he could at 11 moons named Swishhorse. He knows he can bring greatness to the clan."

Depicted: Swishkit being visited by his great grandfather, Mumblerise who was the first med cat of CarnationClan

[wyrm-clangen]

throws this at you all and runs

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[wyrm-clangen]

Stormy Days ship canon, they literally took no time at all. You guys, I'm trying to build a narrative, here, stop moving so fast lol

Also, Fiercepaw!!! My baby girl!!!

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MOONS 23-25:

Moons 23-25: DarkFoot's take He wasn't quite sure why things happened the way they did- shuffling his paws, he waited for MarshFleck to come back inside. Their newly built nursery, housing PoppyClans first ever litter, felt empty, despite the cats piled inside. FallenStar was curled tightly around two squirmy bodies. -- There had been four. "There's four kittens-" FallenStar had chirped, "So why don't we each name one?" LoudWhisker had gasped in shock, surprised she'd let them make such an important decision. MarshFleck pushed him out of the way to get up close and personal. "Yes!!! The little red and white one, I call dibs!" "Wha- MarshFleck!" LoudWhisker huffed. "You can't be serious- these aren't our kittens!" DarkFoot didn't say much, sniffing over the little orange, flame colored one.

"That's where you are wrong, dear LoudWhisker-" MarshFleck proclaimed, puffing out his chest. "As far as I'm concerned, we all have a duty to protect and raise these kit's as a clan." Aka, 'Don't ruin this for me, I want to name a kitten so bad', DarkFoot translated.

With FallenStars insistence, they each chose a mewling lump of fur to dub with the prefix they would have for the rest of their little lives. MarshFleck swaddled the little molly he'd claimed earlier, dubbing her 'BogKit' (not at all after himself), lifting her up and making faces at her. FallenStar cuddled tightly around the smallest molly, with her owl like markings and tiny, wiggling nose. MeadowKit sounded like a lovely name. LoudWhisker caved, and rested his paw gently atop SwishKit's back. 'Because his markings are like swishes of air.' he beamed. 'Really? Swishes?' MarshFleck shot back. They began to argue. DarkFoot sniffed at the small flame colored tom again. He wasn't moving much, and his heartbeat sounded quick; though, he supposed he'd be a little freaked out too, if four big cats were standing over him, minutes after birth. DarkFoot didn't remember much from his time as a newborn, of course, but he knew it had just been him and his Mama. Touching the kit with his nose, his eyes popped open wide. He was soft, like the down of a duck. DarkFoot was a simple cat. DownKit would do.

"It's nice to meet you, DownKit." He whispered, low, hidden under the sound of Loud and Marsh's bickering. "I hope we get to be good friends." -- DownKit's place at FallenStar's side was so cold. Curling up next to her, he pressed his face where the kitten had lay against her belly, huffing at her fur. It still smelled like him, and milk, and now- it smelled empty. DarkFoot hoped StarClan was taking care of them. He hoped they weren't too lonely up there, as the first two true poppyclan spirits. Closing his eyes, DarkFoot refused to cry. Not in front of FallenStar, who still heaved into her nest. He wished StarClan had taken him, instead.