|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 12:35 pm
The First Post On Sunday, July 13th, Silvershiver and Darkmist's kits were born! Third generation of the ChaosMoon line, second third generation litter born. These kits have a line of honorable warriors and leaders...but what is hidden in the past? If you're interested, read on! Contest ends July 17th at 12 am. You cannot enter if you have one cat from this litter already, or have more than two ChaosMoon-line kits. This doesn't count for mates of them.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 12:43 pm
The Parents The cats who brought the little ones into this world! Silvershiver is the proud father of this litter. He's always been a fun-loving cat, and as an apprentice slightly immature. Silvershiver was Moonstar's apprentice. When he was first a warrior, there was a time he became harsh; the opposite of the true Silvershiver. He set himself straight thanks to his mate, Darkmist. But it seems that his old personality still lingers inside of him...When they say 'opposites attract', they must mean Darkmist when it comes to mates. The she-cat is not like Silvershiver in various ways. She's usually level-headed and calm, and thrives on logic. Darkmist is the second-born daughter of Moonstar and Chaosstar. What Darkmist and Silvershiver really have in common is a bumpy past.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 12:53 pm
The Kits What you're here for! Crescentkit
Crescentkit is the first-born female of the litter. She seems to be clingy, especially with her brother Ravenkit, and looks a lot like her mother.MoonkitThis little she-cat is the second-born. She seems normal at the moment. Her name could be a homage to her grandmother. Ravenkit
Ravenkit is the third-born kit and first tom of the litter. This one seems to squirm sometimes, and mewls almost as often as Crescentkit. The latter seems to like him a lot.Flashkit
Flashkit was the fifth/last-born of the SilverMist litter. He seems to dislike Crescentkit's clingy-ness.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 12:54 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 12:58 pm
Unknownkit The kit you're really here for. This is the fourth-born kit. It is uknown whether it's a tom or she-cat. It's looking for an owner. Will that be you? This family will be roleplayed, as was the ChaosMoon litter. If you take the kit and run, we will be royally ticked. Prompts:Gl!tch~ We know Moonstar well, but what about her father? He has been mentioned time after time, but who was he? A serious, noble cat, yes, but how did he interact with others? How and when did he meet his future mate, Stargaze? How did they fall in love? What was he like after the birth of Moonstar? You may use Ravenstone, Stargaze, Moonstar, and Graystorm for this prompt, along with made-up cats. Please have it be at least two paragraphs. If you want to use your own cat, go ahead, if they're old enough. ~InfinityTrust~ You're now old enough to get your first taste of solid food, fresh kill! Everyone says that it's delicious, but you're not sure. It smells as good as they say, but... the blood and the thought of eating innards just makes you cringe. The rest of your siblings have already eaten their share of fresh kill and some have began to tease you, asking of you're a real Shadowclan warrior or not. Ignoring them or feeling lots of pressure, you make your way to the fresh kill pile. What do you do? If you do eat the fresh kill, what's it like? Please use correct grammar, spelling, the works. If it's all a jumble of words, there's a good chance you won't be chosen. The Form:[b]Name of Kit:[/b]
[size=9]Why you named it This:[/size] (optional)
[color=gray]Gender:[/color] (NOT optional)
[color=purple]In-character RP Color:[/color]
[color=dimgray]Prompt number:[/color]
[color=slategray]Prompt reply:[/color]
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 12:59 pm
Entries Geyser39 Taki-di Daeril-sama Dagger735 Kiomori Shimane Tsukiko Bouncy_Pineapple Saspra98016 Splashfur
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 1:04 pm
Disclaimer Warriors the series is owned by Erin Hunter, AKA Kate Cary, Cherith Baldry, Tui Sutherland, and Victoria Holmes. Warriors- Into the Wild is owned by SilverPelt. Silvershiver and Crescentkit are owned by the splendid ~InfinityTrust~ Darkmist, Moonstar, Graystorm, and Ravenkit are owned by yours truly, Gl!tch~. Ravenstone and Stargaze concepts also owned by Gl!tch~. Moonkit is owned by Ruler of Everything. Flashkit is owned by Sasu Berry. Special thanks to Naysha Aysha, the colorist extrordinaire, TehTwi, the lovely colorist who okayed the RP contest, and SilverPelt, immortal shop-goddess. We love you all. <3
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 1:05 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 1:58 pm
Name of Kit: Cypresskit
Why you named it This: the markings on the back remind me of mist, but it looks ominous...like mist in a graveyard. Cypresses are one of those trees associated with death.
Gender: Female
In-character RP Color: Medium purple
Prompt number: 2
Prompt reply:
Cypresskit's first memory would always be etched in her mind. A grey tom with a long white tail--her father--shouldering through the nursery entrance, a greenish-grey bundle between his jaws. He had stopped just short of her mother and dropped the thing onto her mother's paws. Gratefully, Darkmist had dug right in. It hadn't looked that appetising to Cypresskit; the warty thing was clammy and hairless. She had since been told that this was "freshkill" and one of the most underappreciated milestones in a cat's life was the day they were first allowed to eat freshkill.
Cypresskit couldn't see why.
Today was that special day: Darkmist and Silvershine were taking them to the freshkill pile to select their first solid meal. Cypresskit fidgetted. True, the pile smelled enticing, but Cypresskit still preferred the sweet, warm taste of milk flooding her mouth and filling her belly. This smelled rougher, stronger, like the outdoors.
She shuddered at the thought of all that meat. Random thoughts began to flood her mind...what if, when bitten, the prey would splurt blood into her eyes? What if the guts moved on their own even if the prey was dead? Cypresskit began to hyperventilate and shy away.
"What's wrong?" one of her brothers teased. "To frightened to grow up and eat some real food?"
"No!" Cypresskit snapped. How could she explain her sudden disgust.
"Then come on, eat something!" a sister insisted. Her sister pulled a long, brown thing out of the pile. It had fur, but the fur only made it look more like a kit. Cypresskit's stomach rolled. I'm so glad I haven't had anything to eat yet!
"Hey, I want that!" another of her siblings insisted. A short scuffle broke out.
"What, not going to eat?" her brother smirked. "What are you, a kittypet given to us by mistake?"
"No!" Cypresskit cried.
"So if you're a real ShadowClan warrior, eat up!" one of her sisters giggled.
Cypresskit sighed and turned to the freshkill pile. All that was left was a forlorn greenish-grey frog--the same prey that had started her distaste for all of this. Closing her eyes and cringing, she took a bite.
Nothing happened; that is, no blood squirted out, no guts quivered. What did happen was a heavenly taste filled her mouth. Cypresskit melted as her tastebuds sang in joy. It tasted...she didn't know what it tasted like, but she knew that it tasted better than it smelled, ten times better than it smelled.
Her pelt prickled. She turned to see her four littermates watching her in open-mouthed anticipation. "It's good," Cypresskit meowed. "You ought to try it...or aren't you warriors of ShadowClan?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 4:15 pm
Name of Kit: Cometkit
Why you named it This: Imagine the wisps on its back the trail of a comet againts the grey predawn sky. Make a wish~ >3
Gender: Female
In-character RP Color: Purple...*dosnt know any other colors to pick from* DX
Prompt number: 2
Prompt reply:
Cometkit was roused by her light slumber by the exited mewls of her other siblings. She blinked a bit before stretching and padding over to their father where her siblings had gathered. Then she rememvered what was supposed to happen today. Their fist day of fresh kill! Cometkit waved her tail, wondering what it'd taste like, until she saw it.
The wonderous smells that wreathed her contradicted the look of the food. Her siblings has already taken their prey off to share, leaving comet kit a snake. Cresentkit let out an audible snigger when he saw Cometkit's face. It was twisted in disgust at the thought of eating the reptilian beast, but she was hungry, and she knew her mother woulnt let her have anymore milk.
"Remember to remove the scales Cometkit. I'll be back after the dawn patrol," He mewed to his kits and bounded out of the nursery. Darkmist was sleeping peacefully, unaware of what was going on.
Cometkit stood there open mouthed as she stared back at the clouded eyes of the snake. Cometkit outstretched one claws and carefully bagen to descale the snake. The other kits had almost finished all of their prey, and Flashkit snickered at Cometkit's reluctance. cometkit's face creased in despair, but smiled dryly when she heard a surprised mew from Flashkit after Ravenkit had thrown a mouse bone at him.
"C'mon! What are you sacred of? Good flavor?" Cresentkit teased.
Cometkit looked at Cresentkit, then her face creased in a mishchevous grin.
"Oh, no. I'm just thinking of the the organs and blood, spilling into your mouth as you crunch down on another once living thing like a cannibal. Ripping out its tound and chewing it four hours until it disenegrates in your mouth. Squishing the eyeballs with your tounge against the roof of your mouth. Licking the brain as if it was fresh cool water."
Cometkit shook with silent mirth at the horrified look on Cresentkits face and absent mindedly bitinto the snake chewing it pensivley. The warm flavor flowed around her mouth, enticing every inch of her body in the wonderous feeling the taste gave.
"Mmmm...whats this called?" Cometkit asked, still looking at the sickened Cresentkit.
"Snake," Cresentkit replied, staring at it in disgust. Cometkit suddently got an idea, and pounced hard on the snakes head, the eyeballs popping out.
"Here Cresentkit, try one!" She mewed, turning on Cresentkit and leaping at her, ready to play, energized by her meal and the playful squeal Cresentkit emitted as all the kits fell into the play fight, happy to be together.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 5:21 pm
Name of Kit: VeilKit
Why you named it This: I think it will fit the kit’s whimsical nature as well as it will prove to be a good start for a unique warrior name once the cat is grown to an adult. A veil obscures ones views, hides intentions and is often associated with death. I feel that the misty markings on the kits back resemble a haze that someone could fall into and be blinded by like a misleading veil.
Gender: Tom
In-character RP Color: mediumpurple1 #AB82FF
Prompt number: f# 2
Prompt reply:
The swirling scent was tantalizing, addictive to say the least, like sweetness mixed with something rugged and wild. But the odor was deceiving. It beckoned the young kit forward, pulling with it the light tap of cautious paws, though it had long before attracted the four siblings who gathered around the source with utter delight, their tails in the air. The bright eyes observed from the short distance, never one to rush. It smelled alluring but what was it? The kit was not ignorant, after all he had been living within his parents eyes for some time and had seen them feast upon meals while the siblings lived solely on milk to provide them with sustenance. That was changing, apparently, as they were growing, but the little one wondered why the sudden rush to adulthood. Was this just the first step?
Upon moving forward, red mingled in those bright eyes, causing them to grow large before yanking away in disgust. “You expect us to eat that?” he muttered, shielding his eyes with a single paw. He could feel the hot stares of his siblings who were digging in with their maws crimson from the meal. Their comments were not any more assuring.
“What’s the problem?” one of his brothers started and the other continued, “Don’t be a girl, Veilkit, eat up! It’s good.” His sisters seemed to protest the comment. “I’m a girl and I’m eating. As a Shadow Clan cat there is no greater joy than to eat with the adults, like true warriors.
The kit remained silent, not going to give in and reverberate a snarky reply. After all, he didn’t really have anything to say when it was obvious he was disgusted by the nature of their savagery. What was normal to them was the most atrocious act of sin the little kitten had ever seen. What lay before them was once alive, did they not know that? It lived, breathed, moved, had hopes and dreams, as well as fears and perhaps even a family…did they not consider that? It could have been something just like them. Not inferior, not just food, but a living creature. And here they were stuffing their faces, gaining from the creatures loss in what seemed to be the most unfair injustice Veilkit had ever known. Why hadn’t he considered this before? As mentioned earlier, he had seen his parents eat various things, so why was it only now that it was bothering him?
Blinking he turned his eyes away once more, not having realized his stare was drawn forward to the meal with a certain disgusted fascination. A shutter followed. One of his brothers laughed after slurping up a string of flexible muscle, swallowing it down as though it were as slick as a noodle. “Can’t stomach it, Veilkit?” he chuckled then, allowing his teasing voice to ring in the misty cat’s mind. More chuckling and condescending comments were murmured between the siblings, but the kit didn’t hear a word and instead was focusing on his issue. A rumble roared from deep within his stomach, causing a few more laughs.
With a sigh, the misty marked cat stood on his paws and tiptoed toward the front of the den, needing some air and time to think to himself without the comments of his siblings. Sitting back on his haunches, his head hung low. ‘What’s my problem? Why can’t I just do it? They don’t have a problem so why do I?’ he thought inwardly, feeling the self-conscious aches of a young heart pine at his entire being. Why was he allowing himself to suffer over something so trivial? ‘But it’s not trivial…it…it was alive once, right? I don’t know…but that feels wrong. But I can’t live off of milk the rest of my life so I’ll have to eat it…’ another sigh escaped him. ‘I suck as a Shadow Clan cat. I wander what my parents will think when they find out? Will they force me?’ Shuttering the cat looked out into the darkness of the late evening, staring out observing nothing while seeing plenty.
‘Maybe I’m just punching myself in the gut for nothing. Maybe it’s really not that bad?’ Gulping, the youth got to his paws, nervously padded toward the group, crouched down like an omega, and approached with both curiosity and a sense of anxiety. What was left was a few scraps and the skeletal system of the small creature. “Bleh,” he muttered, sticking out his tongue as he saw it, expressing his disgust. He regretted coming this far and now contemplated giving up and exiting the scene once more. But he could do that, his pride was already mangled enough. With a swift intake of air, the little cat held his breath, reached down, and started in on the kill.
It was stringy, warm, moist with blood alone, and otherwise dry and unpleasant. The texture was rough on his throat as he swallowed down, forcing himself to instead of spitting out what he had taken in.
“Good job!” a sister chirped but he appeared green in the face instead before wrenching away and spat up what was left of the meal he hadn’t managed to keep down. The siblings blinked, half concerned, half amused by his inability to tolerate the meat, but didn’t speak a words as their mother trotted into the den, seeing how they handled their first adult meal. She asked and they replied excitedly and as one of his brothers was about to tell about Veilkit’s problem, he shot him a glare silencing him immediately, before he pretended to be like the rest and had enjoyed the meal very much and with the upmost gratitude that his parents had given it to them. His little smile seem weak, but was enough to satisfy the others into believing nothing at all was wrong.
The rest of the night the kit would lay awake, wondering what had caused such a reaction and how it could be solved. For a carnivore, this would become a larger problem, but perhaps for now he wouldn’t suffer on it. A sigh followed him, his tail curled over his hip as he lay there. Veilkit knew there would be more to come, he knew that he would have to face another meal, after all he wanted to survive, and perhaps with time his family would help him through his issues.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 5:58 pm
Name of Kit: Mistkit
Why you named it This: Her back looks like mist. xD
Gender: Female
In-character RP Color: Medium slate blue
Prompt number: 2
Prompt reply:
Mistkit stared at the mouse, examining every aspect of it. It smelled amazing... but the dried blood on it's fur was just too gross.
She looked around the camp. Cats were scattered here and there, eating their own prey. She saw the bones and guts of frogs and rodents and lizards and it was just...
Ugh! She ran back to the nursery to get away from the sight.
Her siblings were waiting there for her. Apparantly they saw her failed attempt to eat prey, because they all had big grins on their faces.
Mistkit decided to make it seem like it wasn't a big deal. "What are you guys staring at?"
It didn't work.
"You can't eat prey yet!" one of them teased.
"You're scared!"
"You're like a kittypet! What are you gonna eat? Kittypet food?"
They all laughed, already having eaten freshkill. Mistkit just couldn't see how they could possibly eat that stuff. Some of those creatures practically looked like kits!
"Come on, let's go outside," a sibling said. It sounded innocent enough, despite the mischievous look on his face. Actually, that same look was on all the siblings' faces.
Mistkit was generally an easygoing cat, so she agreed and followed them outside. However, she slowed her pace when she saw that they were walking to the freshkill pile.
"Umm... what are you doing?" she asked, already taking a step away from them.
"Oh, nothing... Just trying to serve you some lunch!"
One of them took a frog off the pile and threw it at her. She screamed, disgusted, and ran away from them. She was headed back towards the nursery, but one of her sisters stood by the entrance, giggling with a lizard in her mouth. She tossed it at Mistkit, who was already running in a different direction.
Her siblings chased her 'round the camp, throwing prey at her. Even some apprentices joined in tormenting her. She could just imagine the blood spilling all over her fur and that made her scream even more.
But while her mouth was open in a scream, somehow a mouse landed in it and instantly it's wonderful smell turned into an even more wonderful taste.
She stopped, dropping the mouse in front of her. Suddenly it didn't seem so gross. The taste... the taste was just so amazing, it over powered any sickening feeling by the sight of the dead animal!
Mistkit devoured it, while kits behind her laughed and shouted "Mission success!"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 6:43 pm
Name of Kit: Dreamkit ((Taki took my second choice xD ))
Why you named it This: The patterns on her back almost seem like a forgotton dream. It almost looks like Silverpelt in the sky left its mysteries in her fur.
Gender: Female
In-character RP Color: 9966CC
Prompt number: 2
Prompt reply:
Dreamkit, a black and gray kit with purple swirls on her back, sat and watched her brothers and sisters eat their first fresh kill. She took a hesitant step toward the pile, but stopped.
What if I don't like it? They'll make fun of me!
As soon as she thought that, her siblings had finished eating. They started calling out to her.
"Try it, Dreamkit!"
"It's really good!"
"Are you a real Shadowclan warrior or not?"
Dreamkit's ears tilted back slightly as the other kits started walking in a circle around her. They almost seemed to be...skipping.
"Don't worry! I'll have some! I was just watching you guys to make sure you didn't get scared!"
Somehow, the trick worked and they believed it. They stood a bit behind Dreamkit as she walked toward the pile and stood over it. She glanced back, and to her relief, her siblings had started play fighting.
Dreamkit looked back at the food. I have an idea. She picked up a snake by the tail and quietly dragged it away from the pile. She looked back at where the others were playing. They were near a pile of rocks. Perfect!
She once again picked up the snake and took it to the other side of the rocks. "This will teach you to pick on me!" she mumbled. With a bit of effort, she was able to lay the snake on top of herself. From the other side of the rocks, Dreamkit could hear her siblings wonder where she was. I can try some fresh kill later. Now is time to get back at them for making fun of me! She quietly climbed to the top of the pile and jumped.
Dreamkit would never forget how scared her brothers and sisters were when they thought a snake dropped down from the sky and landed on them. They jumped and yelled like they were scared Windclan kits. "Looks like you guys are the ones who aren't real Shadowclan warriors!" she mewed with pride in her voice.
This of course started a play fight.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 7:48 am
Name of Kit: Lunarkit
Why you named it This: Her back markings remind me of her aunt, Estoilenight. Since Estoile means star, and stars and moons are related, I chose Lunar, because moon was already taken.
Gender: Female
In-character RP Color: Steelblue
Prompt number: Two
Prompt reply:
Whenever Lunarkit felt alone, she was comforted by her mother, and her siblings. They shared a special bond, and always felt comforted when she and her siblings suckled. It wasn’t that she loved the taste or the feel, even though she did enjoy that a lot. But the real reason was the closeness, the feeling that their family would be together forever, that made those times special to her. But only one thing would crush that.
“Silvershiver and I have decided that you kits will be allowed to try fresh-kill from now on,” Darkmist told her kits one morning. Excitement crackled though the air like lightning during a storm. Eating fresh-kill was one step towards apprenticeship. The only kit that didn’t share this joy was Lunarkit. As the other kits followed their mother eagerly to the fresh-kill pile, Lunarkit lagged behind.
“Will you hurry up?” Flashkit snapped at her from behind. She picked up her pace, but not with enthusiasm. She didn’t want to eat fresh-kill she wanted to stay in the nursery and drink milk like she did when she was a newborn. With her family.
Crescentkit, being the oldest stepped up to the pile first and chose a plump mouse. At once the others followed her in choosing fresh-kill of their own. Only Lunarkit remained farther away. “What’s wrong, Lunarkit? Afraid of food?” Ravenkit jeered at her.
“No,” she mewed back, “It’s just…..”
He smirked, “Just what… it’s not like the mouse is gonna get you.” At once Moonkit, and Flashkit joined in, repeating Ravenkit’s words, and making taunts of their own. Lunarkit just wanted to hide in the nursery. She took of in an instant, and didn’t stop till she got to the entrance. No one was inside, so she cautiously took a step forwards, the taunts of the other kits still fresh in her mind. She whimpered, but was startled to hear a reply.
“What’s wrong, Lunarkit?” It was Moonstar, her grandmother and the Clan leader. She couldn’t tell her. Moonstar might think she was weak, and not fit to be a warrior. But again she repeated her question. “Lunarkit, what’s wrong. You should be out with your siblings,” she meowed calmly, “If there is a problem, you can tell me.”
“It’s just…” she started, “Ravenkit and the others make fun of me for not wanting to eat fresh-kill.” The words tumbled out of her mouth before she could stop them.
“Why don’t you want to,” Moonstar asked. “All warriors eat fresh-kill, to keep up their strength so that they can help the clan.”
“I know,” Lunarkit mewled pitifully, “But eating fresh-kill will only pull our family apart. We won’t have to rely on each other as much… I don’t want to lose that.” She put her head on Moonstar’s side.
Moonstar wrapped her tail around her, “You won’t lose your family. The whole clan is your family. We rely on each other constantly. I remember when my daughter, Ebonyheart, had kits. I though things would never be the same between my family, but things turned out alright. The ones you love will always be close to you.” The was a look to Moonstar’s eyes of an almost sadness, but it was soon replaced with a more confident one.
Lunarkit stood up, more nervous, but slightly relieved. She left the nursery with Moonstar close behind. As soon as her siblings saw her one of them jeered, “So you had to run to the leader for help? Is she gonna find a way to help you sneak into a twoleg nest like a Kittypet.” Lunarkit felt a crackle of tension behind her, as if the comment had hit some nerve, but when she turned around, Moonstar was already gone.
“No,” Lunarkit replied. She slowly paced towards the pile and pulled a small rodent from it. She steadily took a bite, and swallowed. It wasn’t that bad, after all. Moonstar’s wise words had helped but she still felt some sort of loss.
After she finished, Lunarkit padded over to where her mother was sitting with Silvershiver. Darkmist was licking Silvershiver’s back, something Lunarkit had only seen her do to Lunarkit and the others. “What are you doing?” she asked her mother.
“It’s called Sharing Tongues,” Darkmist replied, “It’s something that the Clan does to bond us closer together.”
At once, Lunarkit ran over to where her siblings were, her head full of a bright idea. “Hey, Ravenkit!” she meowed. “Wanna share tongues?”
“What’s that?” he replied.
“Oh, you’ll see.” It wasn’t quite the same as suckling next to her siblings, but Lunarkit felt the same bond that she had shared with her brothers and sisters for as long as she could remember.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
