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Post by Littlekit on Nov 18, 2012 15:38:13 GMT -5
A little cream colored kit sat in the nursery alone. She was one of the newest kits in the nursery and didn't have any friends. She was way to shy to actually go up to someone and say hi. The kits name is Littlekit. She was named Littlekit because she was the smallest in her litter. She layed her head on her paws watching the bigger kits play. She some what wanted one kit to walk over to her and talk but the other half her was saying no leave me alone.
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Post by midnightsoul on Dec 27, 2012 10:01:56 GMT -5
A lithe, ginger tabby she-cat yawned, her little mouth opening wide. Opening her blue kit eyes, which would turn green when she was older, the new kitten looked around. She'd been born quite recently, and this was really her first time opening her eyes and fully awakening, being able to take in her surroundings: The DawnClan nursery.
Morningkit stood and stretched her back, sinking her tiny claws into a patch of moss. Noticing for the first time another cat, the ginger tabby's ears perked and she happily trotted over. "Hi! I'm Morningkit!" The energetic DawnClanner mewed cheerily, her tail waving in the air, "Who are you?"
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Post by Littlekit on Dec 27, 2012 23:00:00 GMT -5
Littlekit jumped out of her skin as a kit walked over to her. She swallowed hard and looked at the ginger kit with a wide eyes. Sorry....I-I'm Littlekit, she meowed quietly staring at the kit.
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Post by midnightsoul on Dec 27, 2012 23:37:03 GMT -5
"Sorry," Morningkit began, her voice laced in confusion, "Sorry for what?" Her eyes clearing of confusion and glazing over with happiness, the she-cat quickly forgot what just happened and said cheerily, "And I'm Morningkit! Nice to meet you, Littlekit! Hey, do you want play a game?" If it was one thing Morningkit loved, it was playing games. The little energetic furball often tired other cats out, and, as to be expected, annoyed them to the point where they probably wished she was born mute! Morningkit, however, wasn't one to easily pick up on other cats' annoyance, so she didn't at all realize when she was bothering another cat with her mass amount of talking and hyper ways.
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Post by Littlekit on Jan 1, 2013 19:08:51 GMT -5
Um...sure, she meowed quietly. Morningkit might be the perfect friend for Littlekit. The way that Morningkit was so hyper and energetic and the way Littlekit was quiet and secretive might be the perfect match for her to have a best friend. She smiled shyly at her and shuffled her paws.
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Post by Toadkit on Jan 4, 2013 15:35:52 GMT -5
A fluffed up young kit entered the nursery, all body and no legs, his fur was currently spattered with dew droplets that were like icy claws in the bitter Leafbare weather.
He strode forwards determinedly, his head up loftily and eyes averted from the others kit within the nursery. Without much hindrance he approached his pile of moss, turned in a circle thrice and settled down.
Finally, he gifted the others with his gaze. He glared at a lithe ginger she-kit and another smaller kit who was no bigger than a moss ball, secretly he was jealous of their easy interaction and should he have been a little less jaded he would have opened his jaw and asked to join their game too.
But Toadkit wasn’t a particularly friendly kit and instead he buried his head into the moss as if it would make their happiness disappear.
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Post by midnightsoul on Jan 6, 2013 20:12:40 GMT -5
"What game do you want to play?" Morningkit asked, excited that she'd be able to play a game with another cat finally! Morningkit wasn't one to play alone, and she always tried to get attention whenever it was possible. She looked around for something to use in their game, and her eyes settled on a ball of white fluff on moss. Ears flattening in horror, Morningkit wondered what exactly that... ball of fluff... was. Could it be some sort of animal had managed its way into the nursery? No, some warrior would've noticed it before it got into the nursery, right?
Curiosity killed the cat, or so they say. Morningkit jumped, yes, jumped, her way over to the ball of fluff and poked at it, "Are you a cat of DawnClan?" She asked as she gently prodded the fluff, wondering what its reaction was. It certainly smelled like DawnClan, and it was then clear to Morningkit that this was indeed a cat. Tom or she-cat? The scent of the cat told Morningkit that this cat was a tom. Scent sure does say a lot to cats! "Hey, who are you, little guy?"
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Post by Littlekit on Apr 8, 2013 21:04:19 GMT -5
Morningkit leave him alone, she meowed quietly padding up to her and the other kit.
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