Puddle Play [P]

[Demonic]

Cloverkit FireClan || Male || Deaf Kitten When Cloverkit woke up, he thought he had woken up earlier than he ever had before. It was dark inside and outside the Nursery. For a moment he thought it was still night, but as he scrambled out of his shared family nest and ran to the den's exit, Cloverkit was surprised to find that there were no stars in the sky. Just enormous dark grey clouds. They blotted out the morning light, rained heavily over the Clan territories and caused puddles to pop up everywhere in camp. He couldn't hear the patter of raindrops on the roof above him, the clap of thunder in the distance or the muffled shriek of a kit who hid behind their mother. He heard none of it and so daringly stood in the entrance unperturbed by the raging storm outside. Staring up at the sky as bolts of lightning dance about the clouds, Cloverkit held out a paw to feel the rain. His first ever thunderstorm and it was beautiful. He wanted to get a better look at it. So, without hesitation, Cloverkit moved to the centre of camp in order to watch the sky. He felt the vibrations of a purr deep in his chest and revelled in the way the wind moussed his snow-white fur and how the rain drummed against his skin. Completely entranced by the world around him, however, Cloverkit didn't notice that he was being followed. Tag: sockeths Octopoda Words: Notes: Clover being a goof and running out to play in the middle of a storm. Beech and Lily could join him? Drag him back inside? It's up to you two!

[Octopoda]

Lilykit awoke to the loudest growling she thought she had ever heard and the sound of pouring rain. She looked over Cloverkit's sleeping body to the nursery entrance with a start and felt her fur stand up on her back.

It was still dark in the nursery. The sky bellowed again and Lilykit huddled instinctively closer to the warm bodies around her. It was cold and she envied her brothers with thicker, fluffier pelts. Her mother had always said that moving around would warm a cat up when the air was cold, but the thought of going outside alone seemed an impossibility now. Rain beat down.

Thunder rumbled, lower and quieter this time. Lilykit focused on the sound of the rain hitting the ground, over and over again, consistent and soothing.

Cloverkit's larger body blocked the entrance to the den, and Lilykit, finally regaining her composure, thought to lean up over him and get a longer glimpse of the clearing... which was largely empty, for the weather kept most cats who could afford to stay in camp back in the dens, sheltering themselves from the wetness.

It was dark outside, too, but the rain had created puddles that reflected the sky and the occasional spark of lightning would dance off the water, mesmerizing the kit who had never seen a storm before. Still, she hunkered down between her brothers and resisted the sudden temptation to leave the safety of the den for the beauty of the world outside. With a tired little half-yawn, she laid her head between her paws and closed her eyes, still concentrating on the sound of rain and blocking out the bone-chilling thunder.

She wasn't sure how much time had passed before she felt someone stir against her; perhaps it was not long at all, but it seemed an eternity to the tiny, shivering kit. She rolled over so her back was pressed against Beechkit and looked up at the empty space where Cloverkit had been beside her, then slid her gaze up to the deaf kit moving boldly to the center of camp. There was a prickle of irritation at being left, colder than before and now - in her mind - shown up by her brightly colored littermate, who seemed unperturbed by the weather and the yelp of a kit from elsewhere in the den. With a huff, she gathered her courage, stretched, and stalked to the entrance behind him.

As Cloverkit made his way to the center of camp, Lilykit watched his back carefully, and while he was busy admiring the sky, she pounced.

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ooc: I saw "puddle play" and was like "oh, lily's going to splash him" then saw the lines about thunder and...

Fears: Loud noises

Fur: Short, thin

rip lilykit xP

(Also that's a beautiful template for clover!)

edit: omg I'm sorry I didn't think this post was going to look like a mini essay rip I hope it's not too painful to read

[sockeths]

Beechkit was nice and warm, his short, thick fur doing StarClan's work in protecting him from the storm's cool temperature. So much so that the kit was sleeping soundly through it, vividly dreaming of running and playing moss ball with his siblings in the middle of camp as the sun beat down on them... That is, right up until the moment he was bumped up against with a non-negligible amount of force, almost insisting that he open his eyes to check it out.

Not now, I'm not ready yet. Squeezing his eyes shut tighter, he attempted to block out the growing awareness of the sounds around him, the pitter patter of rain and a kit's yelp filling his ears as his dream slipped further away from him. He flattened his ears against his head, still attempting to escape reality, when suddenly the presence next to him vacated.

Wait, what? Where are you going? He blinked his eyes open, only needing a moment for them to adjust so that he could look around the nest only to find both of his siblings had already left. Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no. They couldn't go out without him, and certainly not without a supervisor! Those two were likely to get into all kinds of trouble! Beechkit shook his head to clear it of sleep, scanning the den next in the vain hopes that he would find his siblings still sheltered safe inside.

The sound of rumbling outside spiked his concern, and he scrambled to his paws, stumbling out of the nursery into the chilling rain at a half-run, just in time to watch helplessly as Lilykit pounced toward Cloverkit.

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Demonic , Octopoda ,
ooc; He was having such nice dreams too :c poor bab

[Demonic]

Cloverkit FireClan || Male || Deaf Kitten Cloverkit felt his breath escape him in a sudden whoosh as something collided with his back. Closing his eyes from pure instinct, he tumbled to the ground with a thud. He felt it echoing through him, causing his back and head to ache. But when Cloverkit opened his eyes he could do nothing but smile as he stared up at his sister. "Lilykit!" He squeaked, her name was easy to mimic after seeing his brother and parents say it many times before. This was how the deaf kitten greeted most cats. It was his personal way of showing that he knew them and had acknowledged their presence. That his focus would be on them when they began to talk.  The rain continued to pour, but that didn't stop him. They were in the thick of a game now. Raising a paw, Cloverkit playfully bat at the side of his sister's head. Accepting the challenge of sparring her. The two wrestled and rolled about the camp, through puddles and over clumps of grass until their once pristine coats were muddy and thoroughly soaked through. Cloverkit felt a growl rumble deep in his chest as he tried to push Lilykit off, but she was persistent. In the throws of their battle, bright blue eyes landed on another kitten that had exited the nursery. They stood their helpless and what appeared to be concerned in the rain as they watched the siblings spar. "Beechkit! Help!" Cloverkit chirped with a playful smile, looking to tag team against the feisty shekit. As he called, however, a clap of thunder drowned him out. Cloverkit didn't flinch though, of course, he hadn't heard it. What did make him flinch and freeze as he tried bat at his sister again, was the sudden flash of lightning above them. Woah! Tag: Octopoda sockeths Words: Notes: Ah Cloverkit, playing at what could be considered a dangerous time. This will happen a lot in his life xD Omg! We need sibling warm up snuggles at the end of this. Clover will get stroppy at some point when he starts to feel the wet and cold. Also thank you Octo! I was quite lucky with finding the clover gif!

[Octopoda]

Lilykit | FireClan Tags: sockeths , Demonic Words

Cloverkit tumbled over, taking Lilykit with him, and recovered to bat her on the side of the head before she could dodge. Lilykit bared her teeth playfully and lashed her tail, swiping back; the two continued like this, and her body got soaked and muddy as they tumbled over puddles and the damp ground of the camp and the rain splish-splashed over her fur. She was no longer shivering, and it wasn't until Beechkit stumbled hurriedly out of the nursery that she paused. Cloverkit opened his mouth to call to the gray kit, but what he said was drowned out by another startlingly loud roar of thunder. Lilykit hissed, bristling at the noise. A flash of light from above them punctuated it, causing her to flinch and stare up at the sky. At the visual signal, Cloverkit seemed to finally be affected, too. She couldn't tell if he was scared or awestruck out of the corner of her eye, and she didn't care. She backed into him, swallowing her palpable fear at the noise and wishing the light would come back again. She tore her gaze away from the clouds when she remembered the third kit's presence. "Beechkit! Come over here!" she called, puffing out her chest and looking as confident as she could. "Unless you're too afraid to come and play with us! Are you?" There was more thunder; Lilykit's bold claims were eclipsed by her instinctively huddling closer to Cloverkit beside her and, despite her best attempts to seem calm, looking like a small, damp, frightened kit. Notes: Yes to sibling snuggles! x3 also don't mind me, just testing templates for lilykit to figure out what works

template by Sammy @ Adox 2.0

[sockeths]

Beechkit was forced to watch helplessly as his sister toppled his brother, paws tentatively inching towards them as they played, his relief at Cloverkit not being hurt by the tumble far outweighed by the predicament they were now in. The kit cast wide, fearful glances up at the sky, and back to the nursery entrance, where safety and warmth awaited them.

The cold rain drenched his coat, and the warmth he had been enjoying just moments earlier fled entirely. Wet and shivering, Beechkit flattened his ears against his head, flinching slightly as thunder roared through the clearing. This was dangerous. They might all get hurt at this rate! The sky lit up, and Beechkit bounded up to his siblings when Lilykit called with a challenge.

"We shouldn't be out here!" The young kit complained, thunder rolling again and all but drowning out his voice. He leaned over to nudge his brother with his nose, trying to encourage him to move toward the nursery. "We could get hurt, or worse, get in trouble!"

Fear scent hung in the air, and he was sure it wasn't only from him. With a frown, he shifted closer to Lilykit, giving her shoulder a quick lick. "You're both all muddy, come back and we can clean up." He fussed, as the sky light up briefly again.

Demonic, Octopoda,
ooc: Poor boy just wanted to enjoy his dreams rip

[Demonic]

Cloverkit FireClan || Male || Deaf Kitten Cloverkit’s attention on the sky was quickly snatched away when a warm body pressed into him. He looked down at his sister, who only just surpassed his shoulders and smiled at her fondly. Completely naive as to what was going on. Her face was cleverly disguised, appearing calm despite the slight shiver of her frail body. Cloverkit could feel it, she was scared no matter what she showed. He wrapped his tail around her, unable to offer any words of encouragement. He didn’t know how to say much. Still, Cloverkit did his best to read her lips in order to understand and couldn’t help but chuckle as Lilykit called to their brother with a challenge. Beechkit didn’t seem impressed one bit. More thunder ensued with bolts of lightning close behind. Lilykit pressed closer while Cloverkit remained by her side and stared up at the clouds. His fur was completely soaked through now and every raindrop felt like a pin pricking against his flesh as if he had no pelt at all. It was Beechkit who pulled him out of his reverie this time as his brother touched him on the nose. Cloverkit misread it and naively smiled, only just starting to decipher what the grey tomkit was saying. “-worse, get in trouble.” He seemed to say. Both their attentions turned to their sister who was hunched over and clearly afraid. Cloverkit missed what Beechkit was saying as his mouth was hidden behind her shoulder. Still, he had that face on him. The doting one which normally meant what he was saying was the smart and right thing to do. Cloverkit tried not to feel a pang of fond annoyance because of it. ”Back! Cloverkit parroted as he gestured towards the Nursery, giving in to Beechkit’s requests. His voice was still bright and cheerful, not fitting the mood at all. Lilykit didn’t look so good, he wondered what they were so afraid of. Tag: sockeths Octopoda Words: Notes: Here we see a wild Cloverkit being naive with no sense of danger and being completely unable to read the mood

[Octopoda]

I heard you, I just wasn't listening.

Beechkit came bounding up to them at Lilykit's hollow challenge, though not for the reason she had wanted. Ever the responsible one of the three, he urged them to head back to safety and offered Lilykit a cursory lick on the shoulder. She wasn't sure if it was meant to calm her or warm her up, but it didn't matter in that moment; indignance and gratitude battled in her head at her littermate's concern in the midst of the storm. She felt Cloverkit press closer against her, providing a little more warmth, but not much helping with her soaked pelt. His fur was as sodden as hers, if not more; the fluffy white pelt retained water and mud better than Lilykit's thin one. Still, she huddled under his shadow, having grown tired of - and annoyed with - the feeling of the raindrops against her skin.

Lilykit eventually gave in as Beechkit ushered them back to the nursery, with Cloverkit joining his brother amicably but seemingly unaffected by their surroundings. She followed them mutely back, suppressing her pride in favor of escaping the storm. It was getting more and more uncomfortable as time passed since the adrenaline from her tussle with Cloverkit had worn off.

Besides, being outside alone was just too scary. It wasn't worth it, she thought remorsefully as she allowed herself to be guided into the nursery.

When they finally got to the den, the she-kit lay down immediately and curled inwards, still shivering and worn out as the storm continued on and mud clung to her body. She didn't bother to creep back to their mother's side. Beechkit's warning that they could get in trouble echoed in her head now that she was able to process it, and as much as she hated to admit it to herself, her brother was right; if their mother woke up now, she would... what would she do? ...Well, I don't want to find out. Lilykit glanced up at her deaf brother. He had a habit of being louder than his siblings. Remembering how soaked his pelt had been, even compared to hers, Lilykit felt a pang of sympathy. With a sigh, she forced herself to stand on shaky legs and nuzzle closer into the one who was stupidly bold despite being in the worst condition.

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[sockeths]

life's a beech
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Lilykit said I have resting Beechface

Relief filled the young kit as his brother backed him up; Beechkit knew he had no chance of herding them both back on his own. Even if Cloverkit hadn't understood the severity of the situation, he was at least trusting in his judgement, and that earned him an appreciative blink before he turned and led the way back inside, trying to ignore the pang he felt at not having been able to join in on the play.

Lilykit was more subdued than usual as they slipped back in to the nursery. Beechkit chose a spot far enough from others that they wouldn't be bothering them with their damp bodies and hopefully also their rain-and-mud scent (he wasn't sure how far that would carry). He pressed his side against Cloverkit's (picking up some of the mud on his body as his did so) before settling down, and rasping his tongue over his brother's fur in an effort to both clean and dry him. Yuck! That tastes awful!

Lilykit settled down slightly away from them, and Beechkit felt a sinking feeling at the thought she must be protesting him having brought them back in despite her earlier fear. He focused on Cloverkit, shivering himself while he tried to warm his littermate, all the while keeping a concerned eye on his sister.

He didn't have to worry for long, however, as Lilykit soon relocated to press herself to Cloverkit's side. A soft purr broke through him, the vibrations running through his body likely to be felt by his brother as Beechkit pressed against him. They were all safe, and about to all be warm, snuggled in together as they were.

Demonic , Octopoda
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going ahead and assuming Cloverkit followed Beechkit's lead here, let me know if I should change anything Dem

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