Just another day in RiverClan (anyone)

[Nightface]

Silverkit stumbled out of the nursery with his brother trailing behind him. The light rain pattered down upon the land, making a soft humming noise. The young kit's head then turned to the prey pile, which was full of fish and various other animals; Silverkit wasn't hungry at the moment, but he always wondered what it would be like to be a hunter, ever since he joined the clans he had dreamed of hunting, but he never actually seen a cat hunt before.

"It's raining." Nightkit mewed. He quickly looked around the camp, making sure no one saw how wet his fur looked at the moment, it would be bad if other cat's thought he was a dirty mousebrain. He had to get his mind off of his self appearance in order to stay calm and not beat the foxdung out of his brother for dragging him outside so he looked at the Low Branch, where the leader sat during ceremonies. It would be nice to control a whole clan... but it seemed very hard to get into the leader position.

"Whatever..." Silverkit yawned, "I'm bored! When can we play something? I want to do something!" the excited young kit ran around in circles with joy, rolling around on the ground every few seconds.

(I hope that wasn't too long of a post...)

[VANESSA]

Ottersplash ate his breakfast, freshly caught trout, under a gorse bush that lined RiverClan's camp. His sunflower-yellow eyes narrowed in focus as he silently watched the two tomkits scuttle out of the Nursery. The RiverClan tom finished his trout quickly before stiding casually towards the tumbling kits. Nightkit's pelt looked terribly soaked through to the undercoat, but Ottersplash didn't say anything. "You two younguns' better stay withing the camp," the young tom mimicked his old grandfather with a grin. He added with an inward shudder, "You don't want VenomClan snatching you up and tearing you from limb to limb."

[Nightface]

(I just realized in the first post, Silver says he's border.... he actually is supposed to say he's bored. I'll go edit that, lol. :3)

"VenomClan can't hurt me! I'm invincible!" Silverkit screamed with pride. Playfully, he batted at a small pebble that lay just a few feet in front of Ottersplash, eventually tackling it and chewing at it before spitting it back onto the ground, "See!" he purred, "I can fight!" he smiled at the RiverClan warrior, getting back to his feet and purring with joy.

Nightkit stared at Ottersplash blankly as he spoke. The tom seemed to glance over at Nightkit's pelt for a second. Oh no! He thinks I'm a dirty mousebrain! I have to get dry!... he thought. Quickly, Nightkit ran under Ottersplash and began to lick his fur obsessively, hoping no one else would see what a mess he was. As he groomed himself, Nightkit's eyes slowly drifted over to Silverkit, who appeared to be fighting a rock. Where these cats having a conversation? It was sort of hard to tell while grooming, but he did hear the parts about 'VenomClan' and 'tearing you from limb to limb'. He then quietly growled, "If I ever meet a VenomClan cat, it's going to be them who gets torn from limb to limb."

[VANESSA]

"You sure taught that stone a lesson," Ottersplash purred goodnaturedly. The marbled tom was surprised when Nightkit sprinted forwards, only to groom himself impulsively. The rain continued to patter lightly onto RiverClan's camp and the grayish rays of the sun were faint. "You'd have to be a very brave kit to do that." Ottersplash replied to Nightkit with the same kind nature he had given to Silverkit. Even as kits, their personalities were already developing. Ottersplash never seemed to lose his own cutesy, naiive own kit-like personality.
"Say, Nightkit and Silverkit." He started, glancing over at the swelling river. "How about we go for an adventure? Catch some tadpoles in the silver? Collect the pretty shells?" In truth, it was Ottersplash who wanted to do all of this.

[Nightface]

Right as Ottersplash mentioned tadpoles and adventures, Silverkit's face lit up with joy, "Yay! Tadpoles!" Silverkit mewed. The hyper young kit then began to jump around with glee, tackling Ottersplash's front paw and gasped out of pure joy, "You are the bestest cat ever!" he purred, "If there was a clan full of cats who were exactly like you it would be called AwesomeClan!" as he spoke, Silverkit greatly emphasized the word awesome.

"What is a tadpole?" Nightkit mewed, "do they taste good?" it would be nice to go out and find a few shells to store in the nursery, they'd compliment Nightkit's fur very nicely. He honestly didn't really feel like going close to the river and getting his paws all wet, but going on adventures with Silverkit was one of Nightkit's favorite things to do... besides grooming.

[VANESSA]

Ottersplash purred in amusement. "And if I could rename you, your name would be Awesomekit." He replied, giving the word 'awesome' an equal amount of emphasis. The warrior paused for a moment to give his thick pelt a rough shake. Ottersplash answered to Nightkit, "Baby frogs. A little on the munchy, slimey, salty side. Are you two ready to go?"

[Nightface]

"Yeah! And Nightkit's name would be Uberkit!" Silverkit replied, "and Riverstar's name would be.... uh.... Epicstar!" Silverkit laughed, rolling over in joy and then getting back to his paws to follower Ottersplash.

Nightkit slightly cringed as he imagined his food being salty and slimey at the same time, sticking his tongue out slightly in mild disgust. He then looked up at the clouds, noticing that the rain had turned into a mild shower. Maybe StarClan would spare him his pelt today, "I'm ready to go, but only if the slime and the salty isn't too weird tasting."

(Total writer's block. By the way, is Otter the deputy?)

[VANESSA]

(Yeah, he is. But once new members come in and want to take the position, I'll give it to them because Otter isn't really deputy material.)

"My name was called?" Riverstar, a silvery gray tom, poked his head from his den. His eyes warmed with affection as he looked at his clanmates with a kinship-like love.
"Just playing." replied Ottersplash, waving his tail in greeting. "I'm taking the kits to the river to catch tadpoles and collect shells."
"Go ahead. Let them embrace kithood before they enter their first battle in warriorhood." Riverstar frowned slightly, remembering how all of his littermates died during a territorial battle with rouges. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, before continueing, "Make sure you check the borders as you walk to the river. We don't want the snakes spilling onto RiverClan territory."
Ottersplash nodded, understanding the meaning behind Riverstar's words, and trotted towards the river after beckoning the kits with a flick of his tail.

(I need to improve my writing! xD)

[Nightface]

"Bye Mr. Riverstar!" Silverkit mewed, happily trotting behind the RiverClan deputy.

"But there aren't any snakes on RiverClan territory.... Riverstar, when was the last time you went hunting?" Nightkit asked, stumbling behind his brother as he struggled to keep his pelt clean, follow his brother, and talk to Riverstar at the same time, "Wouldn't it make more sense if Rabbits spilled onto our territory? Because WindClan is right next to us. Also, rabbits don't spill, they hop."

(Night is so cute. :3 I have writer's block with Silver, though.)

[VANESSA]

"He meant that watersnakes may swim to shore since the river's edge is receeding." Ottersplash lied convincingly, although he did feel terribly for not telling the truth to the kits. Should he tell them about VenomClan and their recent unspoken threats?
"We're here," said Ottersplash suddenly, saying little attention at the stream that was clogged with fallen scarlet and gold leaves. His breath lifted in a cloud before him, joining as one to the monochrome sky. He drifted back into reality, and saw the river had shallowed considerably.
The marbled brown tom laid a paw gently against the thing ice. "We'll have to break through the frozen water to reach the shells and tadpoles. We could even dig deep into the mud at the river's bottem and find hibernating frogs - but that would be a little cruel."

[Brookkit]

Brookkit was up way before anyone else in the nursery.

Waking from a delicious dream involving a fish and a couple of very, very attractive rouge warriors fighting over the privilege to try and win her love, brought on by her secretly romantic heart, Brookkit's gaze fixed on the entrance to the nursery. Finding comfort in just listening to the quiet breathing of the sleeping queens and kits around her, the small silver kit was content to lay there sandwiched in between the sleek black forms of Sootkit and Rookkit, the she kit lay half in and half out of consciousness. Soon though, the small kit knew she had to wake up from the noise level in the clan. She'd come to tell when there was a need to wake up, and when she could just bask in the silence. Pulling herself to her paws, Brookkit's deep blue gaze scanned the nursery for a moment before she deemed it safe to leave.

Letting out a sigh, Brookkit preceded to shake the moss clinging to her fur, and brushed past her brothers still-sleeping forms. Barely suppressing a purr of amusement, the silver kit pushed her way out of the nursery. Instantly, the rays of sunlight that found their way into the camp began to warm Brookkit's fur, causing her to shiver with a warm delight as she felt her body began to warm. Arching her back, the older kit stretched her lithe body, her muscles seeming to dance beneath her short - haired pelt. Brookkit held the position for half a heartbeat, then let her body relax as she settled down to enjoy the sun and listen to the daily gossip of the clan. Her mysterious blue gaze traveled over the clan, just beginning to wake up. A couple of warriors were padding toward the apprentices den, and Brookkit assumed they were going to wake up their apprentices to start training. After a moment her suspicions were confirmed, when the two warriors pushed out of the den, two smaller cats following their mentors as they headed outside the camp. Her ear's flicked and turned toward the warriors den, hearing Ottersplash playing with the two other kits, Silverkit and Nightkit, her gaze swerving over in that direction, hiding her longing under a flimsy cover of detached interest. She sat there, letting the sun warm her from the outside in as she silently studied the clan life, no one giving the small silver kit sitting there a second ( or first ) glance.

[Nightface]

Hey Brookkit, great post, but this thread has been dead since December. If you want to roleplay, you can make a new thread and I'd be glad to join it. :3

[Brookkit]

. . I totally knew that. Psshh.

[Brookkit]

E-Er,
sorry if that came off rude to anyone;
one of the little girl's i'm babysitting got on here and posted that,
and she has a..
well, a rude sense of humor. x x ;'

[VANESSA]

Nah, it's alright (: We admins should start locking up old threads.