Warrior Cats Roleplay with Zoketi [Private]

[Iri]

[Okay. c:<]

Lilykit was just as disappointed as Sparrowkit, but she didn't want to fuss. She shrugged. "Well," she mewed, "There's always tomorrow."
She was pretty disappointed; she would have loved to have officially become an apprentice, but that could always wait. Besides, she had her sister.
Fortunately, WindClan was up on hills, so it wouldn't have as big a chance of flooding as the other territories, to which she was grateful. But only one thing bothered her; what would happen to the other Clans? She shuffled her paws worriedly; even if all the Clans were supposed to be rivals, she did care somewhat for them, especially that she would be a medicine cat one day.

[Zoketi]

Littlekit just hoped it didn't pour down the next day, too. If it did, they'd likely have to wait longer. Perhaps if it just drizzled lightly, they could get it in. She sniffed softly, and reached out a paw to feel the droplets patter over her fur. "It feels slower than it was..." she murmured, peeking her head out as well again to glance at the sky. A couple of the warriors sheltering across camp had darted out and disappeared from view. Probably to hunt or patrol. Littlekit blinked and took a cautious step outside, feeling little raindrops speckle on her head. She wrinkled her nose and drew back. It wasn't stopped yet, but it did feel a lot gentler than before. There was a strong breeze too, probably what was blowing the clouds away.

[Iri]

Lilykit shrugged. "It is," she remarked. She flicked her tail.
But just a while later, the rain started to pour harder. She felt sympathy for the other Clans. "Do you feel bad for ThunderClan and RiverClan and ShadowClan?" she queried.
Lilykit really felt bad for them. She hoped that the other Clan cats had found shelter. She didn't want to have to learn about any of them drowning or having their camps destroyed. That'd be awful. She wondered about the medicine cat apprentices, like she'd be soon; all of them were older than her.
Blossompaw from RiverClan, Cloudpaw from ThunderClan, and Whitepaw from ShadowClan. She tried to remember; she thought she vaguely could remember that Blossompaw was the oldest of all the medicine cat apprentices, Whitepaw was second oldest, Cloudpaw was third oldest. And soon she'd be one of them.

[I'm going to make up random names for the medicine cat apprentices from the other Clans, okay? XD]

[Zoketi]

[Kay cx I should add that to the allegiances; just have the important members (leader, dep, med cat, and med cat app) of each Clan there for quick access.]

Littlekit had scooted back away from the muck and towards the nest, leaning against it with a sigh. She was frustrated and bored now; being stuck in the cramped den all day was beginning to irritate her. She wanted to go run around, exercise, use up her energy. But she couldn't. With a huffing breath she turned towards her sister, ears twitching. "Yeah...they probably have it a lot harder than us." she murmured, wrinkling her nose as she imagined what the rain might be doing to their territories and specifically their camps. Littlekit flexed her claws and glared outside, now rather annoyed with the constant showers that splattered down upon WindClan's camp.

[Iri]

Lilykit was also feeling impatient with the rain. She flicked her tail angrily and scuffed her paws, annoyed.
"At least Blossompaw can swim." She had heard of the tortoiseshell she-cat, who was a rather sarcastic being who had chosen the path to live her life in solitude, no mate, no kits. Blossompaw was often gossiped about, not because of heritage; she was full RiverClan, but due to her cold nature. Some cats, mostly apprentices, did not trust her, as the tortoiseshell was antisocial, quiet, bad-tempered, sarcastic, and from what she had heard, occasionally downright mean.
Lilykit twitched her nose slightly. Poor Blossompaw; and worse, poor Cloudpaw and Whitepaw, they couldn't swim. She hated to imagine them and their mentors being swept away by waves of murky water.
Lilykit continued to think about the medicine cat apprentices. Whitepaw was a somewhat shy tom, but from what Bluestrike had once said, Whitepaw was very lively and playful once you got to know him.
She had heard about Cloudpaw. Cloudpaw was a stubborn tom, but had a good heart, like Bluestrike and sometimes Beetlepaw would say. Cloudpaw was also very rambunctious and mischievous, but worked hard to achieve his goals and ambitions, such as becoming a talented medicine cat.
Her thoughts drifted back to Blossompaw. Lilykit had found Blossompaw's personality very interesting; stubborn, stern, cold, sarcastic, pessimistic, negative, occasionally impudent. But at least Blossompaw was smart, clever, and loyal. Those were the parts of her nature that the other cats often left out.

[Zoketi]

The kit turned her head, catching her sister's soft comment. Blossompaw? She searched her mind for whoever that was. Oh yes, the medicine cat apprentice of RiverClan. The unfriendly one. Littlekit wrinkled her muzzle in thought and glanced towards her littermate, reaching out with her tail tip to sweep against Lilykit as a means of comfort. She too was worried for the other Clans, especially the young and old members. She supposed Lilykit was thinking a lot about the other medicine cats, seeing as she would be one soon. Littlekit didn't know much about them other than snippets she'd heard from the warriors and occasionally Bluestrike--as she once or twice followed her sister into the medicine cat's den. He'd know them personally, and had probably told Lilykit about them so she'd know a little before she met them.
Stretching her claws against the soil, the white-furred female let out a breezy sigh and dropped her head, frowning towards the ground. It'd be another long day if the rain kept up, that was for sure.

[Iri]

Lilykit kneaded the ground with her paws and swept her tail over the ground. She hoped that Whitepaw and Cloudpaw would be all right, too. After all, every Clan needed a medicine cat.
She also hoped that Bluestrike was okay. "Do you think Bluestrike will be all right?" she fretted. Her ears flicked nervously and her tail twitched anxiously. Oh, StarClan, what if something happened to WindClan's medicine cat? No one else really had that much knowledge of herbs and poultices, and if they lost Bluestrike, all Dark Forest would break loose. It was a phrase she had learned from some of the warriors' conversations.
Bluestrike had described Blossompaw as a tortoiseshell, Whitepaw as a large white tom, and Cloudpaw as a grey-and-white tom, but she was eager and nervous to see them for herself. They were bound to be bigger than her; she was naturally small, she came from WindClan, a Clan with rather small cats, and she was only six moons old.

[Zoketi]

"Yeah, of course!" Littlekit reassured her sister, tilting her gaze over to her with blue eyes wide. "He's tough, he won't let rain wash him away." she finished with a decisive nod. Oh no, if there was anyone in the Clan who'd be perfectly fine, it was Bluestrike. Well, him and Scorchblaze, certainly. Littlekit patted her sister's forepaw with her own before smiling gently at her. She glanced ahead, towards the den exit, and watched the rain briefly. She really wished she could go do something; get outside and play, or something. It was so frustrating cooped in here. She kept thinking about how bored she was. Even talking wasn't solving much. "Maybe a nap'll be good." she sighed, shaking her head, though she was hardly tired. Quite the opposite--filled with energy that made her tail twitch.

[[ -- skip to next day --
also: click heheheh]]

[Iri]

[Oh, jeez. Dying of laughter. xDDD]

Lilykit smiled back at her sister.
The next day, after long hours of boredom and napping the previous day, the rain ceased enough for the ceremony. Lilykit bounced on her paws excitedly. "Are you excited?" she squeaked gleefully to her sister.
Today was the day Littlekit would get her mentor; and Lilykit had prayed to StarClan that Tawnystar's choice would be good. Lilykit wouldn't stand it if Littlekit got a mean or harsh mentor, or any mentor that didn't treat her right. Littlekit deserved a good mentor, a good education about the warriors' life, and a good life herself.
Lilykit also wondered if Littlekit would ever get a mate. Surely she would; Littlekit was sweet, honest, kind, and a beautiful she-cat. Littlekits' petite-ness was only a minor setback; well, not in the eyes of Sparrowkit, Fogpaw, and Shrewpaw, but Lilykit didn't care about that.

[By the way, Lilykit's opinion of Littlekit being beautiful was NOT meant to be creepy. I hope I didn't put it in the wrong way.]

[Zoketi]

[ cx And lol, of course not. I gotchu. ;3 ]

Littlekit darted around her sister in a rapid trot, her tail lashing with unconstrained exuberance. There was no rain outside, at last! She came to a halt and nodded vigorously to Lilykit. "I'm beyond excited!" she squealed with equal delight. The kit flicked her tail before hopping out of the den, peering around WindClan's camp. Although still quite damp and muddy, there was no pouring rain. Cats were moving about with daily tasks, and Littlekit glanced around, trying to find Tawnystar. The leader wasn't visible at the moment, but the kit hoped she'd call a meeting soon.

Whitedeer approached and sat down, leaning forwards to lick Lilykit's head and then Littlekit's. "May I wash you two up first?" she asked, smiling at her daughters. Littlekit scrunched up her nose, but then gave a relunctant nod.