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Post by Quartzkit on Oct 8, 2012 11:27:06 GMT -5
Quartzkit was still in the nursery. She was nearly apprentice age. Only a moon more. Or something like that. She was impateint and couldn't wait to be a warrior. She triend to forget that she would most likely be stucck in the medicine cat den.
The cream and orange kitten lay just outside the nursery, grooming her fur. She wished she could see what her fur looked like. Was it beautiful? And what about her eyes? Were they attractive as well. These questions just made her sad.
She could feel the faint vibrations of paw steps comeing closer. She decided she would ask this cat if they thought she was pretty. She didn't catch the cat's scent yet.
"Hello? Who's there?" |
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Post by Sweetkit on Oct 9, 2012 22:49:04 GMT -5
A small longed hair kitten with a fur style very similar to the other she-cat gazed at Quartzkit with warm blue eyes. "Hello Quartzkit, what are you doing out here?" Sweetkit spoke with a soft voice that was very light and gentle. Sweetkit's appearance and facial expression made her seem like a very gentle cat who was innocent and overall, just pure, which was very true. The smaller, younger, kitten took a seat next to her similiar looking denmate who was much larger then her, due to her almost being an apprentice. "Quartzkit, are you nervous about becoming an apprentice?" Sweetkit had turned her blue gaze from the busy cleaning to her friend. |
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Post by Quartzkit on Oct 10, 2012 9:27:39 GMT -5
Quartzkit scented now tht the cat was closer. Sweetkit. She recognized. "Hello Sweetkit. Nothing, just thinking." She felt her sit close, their pelts almost touching.
"I may not even become an apprentice, not the kind your talking about anyway," Quartzkit's voice was flat, lacking emotion. "But yes, I am nervous."
"I don't want to be a medicine cat. I can't have lives relying on me like that." She said, her voice barely a whisper. "But now I have a question for you. What do I look like?" She asked, wondering if this kit even realized that she is blind. |
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Post by Sweetkit on Oct 10, 2012 17:00:56 GMT -5
Sweetkit looked at her friend with perked ears trying to pick up her whispers, but it was in vain. The whispers remained such a thing and Sweetkit shifted her gaze away. Knowing that Quartzkit was blind she never gave it thought that it would hold her back from being a warrior. Then her cream ear perked at the question. Turning her blue gaze to the she-cat, she spoke with a warm voice, "I see a strong young she-cat with cream she-cat who seemed like she could take the world on her own, but I know that she never will have to do such a thing." |
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Post by Quartzkit on Oct 10, 2012 17:53:06 GMT -5
"That isn't exactly what I meant, but thanks." Quartzkit said with a smile. At least somone appreciated her. Maybe she could ask NightClan(?) to let her see herself. Just once. But then she thought twice about it. NightClan was the one who made her like this weren't they? Or were they not as powerful as they seemed? Quartzkit discarded this thought.
"What do you want your warrior name to be?" Quartzkit asked.
(lazy) |
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Post by Sweetkit on Oct 10, 2012 18:00:43 GMT -5
Sweetkit looked at the ground and thought hard the question she was just given. The warrior name was a big thing in anyone's life. The name that would be remebered in history and told by many elders to many kits. Sweetkit had no idea what she wished her name to be, but then one came to her mind that she could not shake away. She turned to the older she-cat and placed a bright smile on her face, "Sweetberry." |
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Post by Quartzkit on Oct 11, 2012 22:47:36 GMT -5
"That's a nice name." Quartzkit said. She thought about what she wanted. "I think I like the name Quartzsong." She said, daydreaming about the StreamClan cats calling her name. But that was a long way away. "Or Quartzeyes." she said, teasingly.
The she-cat blinked sightless eyes in sorrow. "If you could change one thing in your life, what would it be?" She asked tilting her head skywards. She guessed Sweetkit already knew her answer so she waited for her reply.
(sorry its short I'm on my iPod)
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Post by Stoneshade on Dec 26, 2012 12:14:36 GMT -5
Stepping inside the nursery he stopped for a moment to allow his eyes to adjust to the dim light. He had a vole clamped between his jaws. Stepping completely into the dim nursery he dropped the vole in front himself. His sleek jet-black fur and muscular body made him kind of blend into the background. Unlike his bright pale yellow...almost silver eyes, which made him stand out in a dark place. He picked up the vole again and walked over to the two she-kits and set the vole in front of them. He didn't know either of them because almost never came in here but one looked like an apprentice already and one a very young kit in which he didn't know if she could eat vole yet. Backing up he glanced around the nursery hoping to see Specklepelt or Dustypelt.
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