the golden child likes ghost stories

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the golden child likes ghost stories Posted Sept 16, 2021 6:16:37 GMT

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FLOWERKIT
she/her • nightclan kit

The sun would’ve been shining brightly overhead had it not been for the gloomy cloud that hung heavily over the swamp, blocking out what little light usually trickled through the trees. Occasionally an irritating drizzle would start only to soggy the pelts of NightClan before stopping long enough for them to mostly dry out before drizzling once more, and starting the whole miserable process over again. And it left a lot to be desired of the day belonging to a certain young kit.

Not willing to let the bad weather win, Flowerkit barreled out of the Nursery and into the autumnal showers with gusto. Tiny paws moved with meaning as the little tabby whizzed by the fresh kill pile and slid into one side of the Apprentices’s den walls. She wobbled a bit, regaining her bearings before whipping her head around wetly to scan the empty clearing. She was sure her mother would be cross at her condition, so Flowerkit sought refuge somewhere funner to hide out as she dried off for the time being.

In a brilliant epiphany, the golden tabby dashed off in the direction of the Warriors’ den. With most either off on patrol or sleeping away until dusk’s shift, Flowerkit reasoned it would be the best place to wait the weather out and carefully ducked inside as quietly as she could.

The air was thick with warriors’ scents, some vaguely familiar and others completely foreign to the young she-kit as she staggered around the dark space. Under the thick storm cloud, the den was far too dark for her to navigate with care. Despite her crafty planning, the little tabby had been ill-prepared for her dungeon-delving and wound up tripping over a tail and tumbling into the nest of a queen. Taking in a nervous deep breath to register the scent, Flowerkit believed the warrior to be Puddlewish, a cat who’d she had seen chatting with Honeybriar a couple of times in passing. Blinkingly widely in surprise and in an effort to regain her bearings, she mentally scrambled to figure her way out of the tangle she found herself in.

notes:: i figured some bad weather would be best for ghost tales
tags:: finny

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Last Edit: Sept 16, 2021 6:17:58 GMT by mew

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the golden child likes ghost stories Posted Sept 18, 2021 19:31:00 GMT via mobile

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Something about rain had always made puddlewish tired, the rain just sounded so beautiful against the walls of the den. Even durring the light of day trying to shine through the clouds she just couldn't help it. She wasn't even laying in her own nest just stumbled in and flopped into the nearest nest that smelled familiar to her.

And than there was a crash.

She perked up just enough to find out where the sound was coming from she calmed after deciding it was just the apprentices where playing a little to rough. She laughed lightly at the thought of the young cats playing and having fun, letting out a soft huff in happiness and letting her head flip down again

And then there was another crash

Puddlewish couldn't ignore it this time because she was 100 percent sure that it had crashed into her, puddlewish stood up quickly. Had pray wondered into the camp without smelling all of the cats in the clan? Was it a very small warrior? Puddlewish whipped her head around to find the source of the feeling only to meet the eyes of a kit. "Flowerkit?" She questions, confused at the much younger cat being where she very much was not supposed to be, and very glad it wasn't something much worse. She slowly lays back down using her tail to corral the young kit closer to herself, just in case a warrior came trampling in, not noticing the kit

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the golden child likes ghost stories Posted Sept 20, 2021 21:23:31 GMT

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FLOWERKIT
she/her • nightclan kit

Busted. The kit went rigid, her efforts to escape undetected thwarted as the sleek brown warrior easily swept Flowerkit away from the edge of the nest with just her tail. The motion was one Flowerkit was familiar with, and the tiny tabby found herself easing comfortably against the older she-cat’s warm body. Golden brown eyes flashed with a bright glint despite the darkness as she answered Puddlewish’s groggy question with a cheery chirp. ”Ah, so...wrong den...heh...” she laughed lightly, flicking her tail tip back and forth in excitement. ”But the rain…rain is wet…”

She seemed to have trailed off, her words becoming a lazy slurring as the warmth radiating from the larger body lulled the young kit into a sleepy state. Flowerkit snuggled into Puddlewish’s dark pelt with a gentle hum of a purr rumbling from the tiny she-kit. No matter how exciting exploring the camp could be, the combination of a comfy nest and a jumbo pillow to burrow into was far more alluring. Flowerkit wasn’t concerned in the slightest either; sleepy as she was, she imagined Honeybriar was far more likely to take advantage of the soothing white noise back in the Nursery. Maybe I’ll take a little nap, and I’ll be back before she knows it.

With a little huff of triumph, she lifted her head to blink sleepily at Puddlewish with a quizzical look as she mewed, ”Do you know any stories?”

notes:: i totally just imagined her asking that like a kid asks if you have any games on your phone
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I have nothing to say.

finny

the golden child likes ghost stories Posted Oct 8, 2021 3:13:15 GMT

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puddlewish thought for a second, it had been so long since she told any stories to the kits of the clan she almost couldn't remember any. but after a deep thought she let out a soft "ah!" when she remembered one
"long ago, during the dawn of the clans" she began
"its believed the land was surrounded by water. a lone island surrounded by deep, deep water. and just outside the water there was a mountain, home of cats. the cats in the hills loved to look out at the water and make wishes of bountiful food and warm weather. one day a lone cat traveled down the mountain at sat at the water bank. ancestors? they called out will i ever know whats in the far land? is there food for my people there? and high in the sky her ancestors heard her question, opening the water for her to travel across, where she found food and water! she looked to the sky and thanked the ancestors hunting what she could and taking it all back to her tribe. the next day she came back with two other cats and asked the sky to open the water for her again, and so the water opened up for the cats again, much wider this time. the cats crossed, hunted, and returned. and so everyday she returned with more, and more cats. once again asking the sky to let her cross the water, and the water opening wider, and wider until finally. the water didn't come back and she didn't have to go back up the mountains for her friends." she paused, looking down at the kit to check on her sleeping

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the golden child likes ghost stories Posted Oct 11, 2021 17:32:41 GMT

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FLOWERKIT
she/her • nightclan kit

Flowerkit blinked in wild surprise as she listened to Puddlewish’s story, hooked on every word. It seemed that in her excitement, the idea of sleep was lost. ”The ancestors moved the water?” she chirped in a quizzical voice, hopping back up in the nest. ”If they moved the water, where did it go? Wouldn’t it take all the fish away?” She scrunched up her face as her large eyes glittered in a frown.

Flowerkit took a moment to think as she scowled, wondering why they would do such a thing. But then, something clicked into place as she snapped her head back up to Puddlewish with a fierce look. ”Does that mean the cats that came down the mountain are our ancestors?” Her little tail lashed as her gaze burned with a need to know.

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Last Edit: Oct 11, 2021 17:33:13 GMT by mew

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I have nothing to say.

finny

the golden child likes ghost stories Posted Oct 19, 2021 2:58:26 GMT

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puddlewish thought to herself, letting out a tiny hum to herself.
"the didnt move all the water. just most of it. some water was too stubborn to move, it wanted to stay with its fish and plant friends" she explains giggling at the kits forgotten sleepiness.

"long ago we where all the same! the was no mountain and clan cats, just cats" she meows using her tail to smooth down the kits fur. "we don't share the same sky anymore" she explains "our ancestors followed us in the sky so that they didn't leave their family, they wanted to guide us." she purrs

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the golden child likes ghost stories Posted Dec 8, 2021 0:52:01 GMT

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FLOWERKIT
she/her • nightclan warrior

Flowerkit burrowed her honey brow tensely as she took in the warrior’s tale, wondering just about how much of it was true and how much was like the other stories that her mother told her. She had found that while enjoying upon first listen, most of Honeybriar’s stories didn’t hold much weight once the sharp kit had enough time to think on them. She spent a fair amount of time during her listless and boring days breaking down everything she was told, organizing them away in her mind for later use.

With a satisfied hum, the little tabby studied Puddlewish with glowing eyes. ”I see,” Flowerkit confirmed. ”So we have power over our ancestors. At least enough to have them tailing after us.” There was a little chuckle to her squeaky voice as the kit attempted her best contemplative tone. With a slight tilt to her head, the she-kit fixed the warrior with a firm look as she tested in a rather calm voice, ”Do you know any scary stories? True ones?” With only an expectant flick of her tail, Flowerkit remained eerily patient.

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