A Normal Family (OPEN)

[Lightningtrail]

Those who surrender freedom for security will not have

"Come on, Finchkit, just...just hold still!" A rusty red brown queen yelled as she wrestled with her kitten. She grabbed him by the scruff and dragged him towards her, but he pulled himself from her grasp. She managed to catch him by the hind foot and pull him back into her clutches.

"Mom, I can clean myself!" He huffed indignantly as he struggled against his mother's grip, his large body ripping away from her only to be captured again. "Really, I can do it by myself, please let go," He whined pitifully.

The she-cat's brow rose, her eyes displaying how little she believed her tom-kit. "Last time you tried you ended up looking like you had been cleaned by your sister," The she-cat meowed, her mouth parted into a smile as she glanced at the tom's sister. Her fur stuck up oddly as she slept, and his mother was making a valid point. "but I am older now, I can do it I swear!" He debated, his eyes narrowed defiantly.

The she-cat sighed. "Fine. but if even a single strand of fur is sticking up, I swear I will be washing you myself until you are a warrior," The queen mewed with a small chuckle. She turned to look over her other kits while Finchkit was left to clean himself alone.

He sighed in relief. He loved his mother loads, but he wished that she would let him have at least a little space. Plus, she was super embarrassing. He had heard queens talking about how, at first, she had not even known which tom had fathered her kittens. Not because she had been in love with a loner, no. That would have been too easy. No, Finchkit's mother was not sure who had fathered her kittens because she had so many 'tom-friends' at a time. "Why can't I just have a normal family?" Finchkit meowed to himself before making his way into the clearing. He sat down near the edge of the clearing and brushed his tongue over his fur, flattening it carefully.

Nor do they deserve, either one

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Longpaw was resting sleepily when he spotted Finchkit. Oh look! It`s the kit who has the embarrassing mother. What`s his name? Oh! That was it! Finchkit!. I think I`ll greet him. Longpaw padded next to the kit. "Hey Finchkit! What are you doing now?" Longpaw asked. He was hoping Finchkit would play a game with him or something.

[Silvergrass]

The black-and-white she cat flicked her tail irritably, noting that no one had bothered to restock the fresh-kill pile that much this morning. Deciding against eating, it would just get her a telling off anyway, she limped over next to the nursery and slumped down, wincing slightly. Pricking her ears, she heard the whining of a kit as he begged his mother to let him wash himself. At least he had a mother to do it...

The kit then walked out, but she still wasn't able to place a name on him. Frowning slightly as she heard his last comment, her attention was turned to Longpaw, who was trotting up to the kit, apparently named Finchkit. Or something along those lines. Shouldn't Longpaw be out hunting? She pondered whether or not she should go and ask, she was starving. but that would probably lead to a discussion of why she wasn't out, and Pricklepaw was rather against discussing her latest accident. It wasn't like anyone would hunt for the weird apprentice who had no friends anyway.
(Hey guys, you might wanna watch out for Prickles here, she isn't exactly the warmest cat in town.)

[Lightningtrail]

Those who surrender freedom for security will not have

@snowykcnomre and Silvergrass I am so sorry for the delay! I guess that I kind of forgot that this thread was here. ^^'))

Finchkit was in the corner, feeling sorry for himself, when he noticed another cat approaching him. A blackish, splotched tom approached, and Finchkit felt like rolling his eyes at the tom. He did not have time for this right now. "Hey, Longpaw," He muttered around his fur as he continued to groom. "I'm just grooming." He stated. This tom couldn't be too bright... After all, what did it look like he was doing? Fighting a badger? Climbing a tree? but at least he seemed nice.

The tom swiped his tongue across his tail as he noticed another cat out of the corner of his eye. A black and white she-cat was...staring at him. Well, maybe she was just staring at Longpaw. but either way, it was more than a bit unnerving. "Do you know her?" Finchkit asked, his tail giving the slightest of flicks to gesture to the she-cat. He did not know her, but maybe Longpaw did. If the pair knew each other, it would make her staring much less creepy. Kinda.

Nor do they deserve, either one

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Longpaw faced the cat who was staring at Finchkit. He knew who this cat was. A cat who he`d rather not cross paths with. "Barely. I`d stay away from Pricklepaw. I think her name fits Pricklepaw perfectly." Longpaw mewed warily. He flicked his tail. Fox dung! That was a mouse-brained thing to say in front of Pricklepaw. Hisss!

[Silvergrass]

(Ugh. Sorry for taking so long guys.)
Pricklepaw felt her back spines bristle at the comment, but she tried hard to brush it off. Her mentor had advised her to start trying to make friends, not that it worked. Getting up, she trotted over to the two felines half-heartedly. "I disagree, my fur is much more prickly than I am." She meowed, flashing a look at Longpaw momentarily, before turning to Finchkit. "Nice to meet you, stay away from me if you want to." Was her reply to the kit, who seemed to be creeped out by her.

[Carotius]

((*pops in*))


Yes.. Yes... Just a little more! Adderfoot licked his chops, eyes narrowed down on the stubby little cottontail of a rabbit in front of him. It was nice and plump; definitely a meal worth catching for the nursing queens and elders. Now all he needed to do was creep forward another mouse-length...

A high-pitched yell yanked the tom out of his dreams, sending his head shooting upwards from his nest as he stared around wildly. Was there an invasion? Had someone died? Were bird birds attacking the camp? Straining his ears, Adderfoot listened to the noises outside the warriors den, hearing the usual patter of paws and cats milling about. He rolled his eyes.

"Finchkit..." he sighed, standing up from his nest and proceeding out to the clearing.

Yawning widely, Adderfoot took a swift glance at the fresh-kill pile, noting with a hint of anger that the fresh-kill pile was near empty. He snapped his gaze over to the nursery, spotting Longpaw together with Finchkit. And not too far away from the pair was that strange apprentice...Pricklepaw, was it? Her name fit her to quite the extent - temperamental, not the warmest cat in town. The tabby let himself have a brief chuckle. A little like me.


Realising that heather from his nest still clung to his fur, he sat down and began grooming himself, picking off the stubby material. Do I always look like this when I wake up? Embarrassing. He managed to crush a tick at the base of his tail, before licking his paw and wiping it over his face. Once he finished grooming, he'd probably head out to hunt. Who would he hunt with, though?

Adderfoot finished up his grooming, wrapping his tail neatly around his paws. Waiting for any other cat to organise a hunting patrol, he simply sat, watching Pricklepaw curiously.

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Goldenwind Enjoyed the warm sun in the camp. new leaf was her favorite season. She glanced at all the cats in the camp when her golden eyes landed on Adderfoot. The warrior was staring at something and Goldenwind knew who, Pricklepaw. She didn't like how everyone looked and viewed upon the young apprentice. Should she go and talk to the annoyed cat or not? She savored the idea but decided against it, she really needed to hunt. Maybe next time...