[ti]Open[/ti]INFINATE DAY OF PLAY

[beatae]

Lemonkit stood tall and proud in front of his siblings, eyes glittering with mischief intent. One of his ears twitched as one of them mumbled something under their breath, and he turned to face the group of hybrids. "Alright, warriors. We're here to scout for any suspicious looking rogues, heard?" He barely waited for any response before continuing, marching a line in front of them.

"Nectarfang, you will be joining Thornfoot and Nutstorm. You three will enter from the left. Kalmiatail, Spottedcloud, you'll be joining me as we head to the right. Are we all ready?" Lemonkit turned back around, sights set on the elders den with a grin.

Without another word, the bright orange tabby slinks off toward the den exactly as he said; from the right. He poked his head inside, hearing soft snores inside. He wordlessly motions for the other three to come, tail tip twitching excitedly.

Broadwaykat
Ravenmist4
@ava
@snowy
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[pants]

Mumblemaw purred his gruff, yet melodic purr, the tom dozing off slowly, but surely. The elder had decided to rest on a flat rock, letting the constant rumble of the waterfall drown out all other distractions. Oh, who knew that being an elder could be so much fun? While his days as a rough and rowdy warrior, known for his strength as well as his strong words, were gone, Mumblemaw was actually enjoying the well earned rest. Especially since his hip had been acting up lately. He did his best to hide the limp when he walked, but it could be seen every now and then. And Daisypetals never heard the end of it whenever the brown tom visited the medicine cat den for herbs.

Eventually, the tom drifted off into a slumber. Now that MistClan was only filled with MistClan cats, and not the MothClan and RootClan visitors, only the familiar sounds of his camp could be heard. This allowed for Mumblemaw to snooze without having to toss and turn from distractions and loud chatter. Eventually, the elder was snoring, unaware of his soon to be newfound "warrior" friends...

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Nectarkit couldn't keep her excitement. She did as she was told, bouncing her way to the left side of the den. She knew the perfect way to get in. Just behind the elder's den, in-between the rock wall and a clump of dried moss and twigs, was a small gap, just barely big enough for the hybrids. She nodded quietly to Thornkit and Nutkit. Alright, time to sneak in quietly. "Once our patrol gets in, we'll hide by the rock wall. When Lemonspark gives us the signal, we'll attack the evil rouge, Mumblemaw," she whispered to her siblings.

The cinnamon 'warrior' slunk her way through the opening, ears and fur catching on the materials. Starclan, I won't be able to use the secret hole anymore. Man, that's a bummer. Her thick coat got caught in the hole. Oh no, Nectarkit thought right before she stumbled, chin hitting the dens floor. She let out a yelp, before pressing herself into the ground as she realized she was right in front of Brambleflame's nest. Her hackles rose, causing Nectarkit to look like a piece of dried brown moss. She slowly slunk towards the wall, and flicked her tail to signal for Thornkit and Nutkit.

@mousestep Ava

[Ravenmist4]

thornkit’s tailtip flicked with half-concealed annoyance, begrudgingly following his sister’s lead. his siblings were, by far, the rowdiest group in the nursery. always enthusiastic and hyper. while thornkit didn’t mind this most of the time, it wasn’t rare for thornkit’s six littermates to get on his nerves.

he kept his maw shut until his sister had slowed to a stop in front of their “secret entrance” to the elder’s den. however, he noticed the opportunity to address the metaphorical thorn in his paw as his sister attempted to squeeze herself into the opening she was quickly outgrowing.

“why am i thornfoot? really? lemonkit gave you a cool warrior’s name.” he remarked bitterly, quickly getting impatient with their game as a whole. once nectarkit signalrd them, he waited for nutkit to go through the hole before attempting to enter it himself.


thornkit fit easily through the opening, his body barely brushing the sides of the opening. while his small stature was often a source of insecurity for the young kit, in circumstances such as these he couldn’t help but enjoy it. after all, he’d catch up to all his siblings soon enough— he’d be the tallest one of them all. however, for now he could enjoy the simple pleasure of being able to easily sneak through a hole his siblings could not.

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Spottedkit listened to Lemonkit speak, he felt his paws lift from right to left, as each foot lifted off the ground and back down again each switching. This worked right into him. As he is one of the six that just couldn't sit still anywhere. Any queen trying to groom him, good luck to them, since Spottedkit isn't going to stay still for it.

Many would joke that the spotted kit had 'ants in his fur', as he is always on the move. Even though he is always on the move even he knows when to play with his siblings to just follow, into 'line' well the best way he can anyways.

He waited for Lemonkit to decide what to do next. He figured Lemonkit choice a good name for him, Spottedcloud? Maybe he get that as his real warrior name someday when that day came.

[Broadwaykat]

While he certainly enjoyed the imaginative games of his sister, he too had a slight problem with her choice of naming - although for a different reason that Thornfoot - or rather, Thornkit. Ever the peacemaker, he gently tapped his brother with the tip of his tail. "You can be -thorm if you like." He reasoned amicably, his 's' once more getting tripped up over his impressive teeth. " Foot'th eathier to thay, anywayth. I think ith cool!" He grinned, the expression a little menacing on his small face; but then again, his siblings and anyone in the clan would only need to know him for mere seconds to know that he was a literal pushover.

"Do you think he'th fakin' it?" This question he directed to his sister, who was apparently leading this expedition; so he deferred to her. "I mean, I hear that rogueth can be really tricky? Maybe it'th a trap?" 

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Nectarkit quietly shushed her brothers, peeved that they didn't like their names. "Lemonkit and I came up with them, if you don't like them then you can pick your names next time," she whispered. She glanced at Thornkit and Nutkit, making sure they where all inside. "Do you think he'th fakin' it? I mean, I hear that rogueth can be really tricky? Maybe it'th a trap?" she heard Nutkit question. "I dunno. I don't think he's asleep, but he probably can't hear us. Still good to be quiet though," she whispered back.

She led the duo around Brambleflame's nest, just close enough to Mumblemaw's position to where they were hidden, but could also see Lemonkit's 'patrol'. Time for the mostest intense part. The wait to the big battle!! The kit lifted her fluffy tail, signaling for them to stop moving. "Okay, complete quietness!"

beatae  Broadwaykat  Ravenmist4

[pants]

Oblivious to his "doom", Mumblemaw continued to snooze, head resting on his front paws and pelt rising and lowering with each steady breath. Occasionally, his snoring would disturb his usual patter and instead turn into a rocky, jarring noise, loud enough to wake up even a badger in the deepest of sleep. The elder's graying muzzle opening slightly before closing it as he exhaled. This only got worse as he got older...

During one of his snoring episodes, he seemed to wake up- his head lifted a bit off the ground, his eyes groggy and eyelids still heavy with sleep, but slightly open regardless. He twitched an ear. Maybe it was his old age, but surely he heard whispering? Maybe even some tiny voices protesting in anger? I be'er not be losin' my mind... the tom thought, waiting for the captivity of sleep to pass, not aware of the 'patrol' that was preparing to attack.

[beatae]

Lemonkit's ear twitched as he heard a yelp from the others, head moving sharply to see who it was. It seemed to not effect Mumblemaw much, but he tensed his muscles tightly whenever the elder seemed to fidget or disrupt his snoring. He practically winced hearing that harsh hacking breath, only to relax a few minutes later. Okay. The old man was asleep again.

"Spottedcloud?" He looked behind him and smiled at his older sister. "Nectarfang's group is close enough. You, me, and Kalmiatail will surround the nest from behind. Ready?" He pressed his nose to her, then flicked his tail over his other sisters shoulder before turning on his heels and sneaking in.

He beckoned Nectarkit and the others to come in from the other side, keeping his body low. Mumblemaws tail was just a mouse-length from his face! He was so close, this rogue stood no chance.

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Nectarkit, seeing the signal from Lemonkit, nodded to her 'patrol'. She led them around the rock wall, towards Mumblemaw's sleeping rock. She was so exited- her tail couldn't keep wiggling. It's almost time for the big battle! Where us, the bravest, most fearsomest warriors take down the evil rouge, and seal these lands for our clan! She could see Mumblemaw's face twitching, and hoped that they hadn't woken the elder up beforehand.