#smokekit

[fallenclan]

crazy fertile bastard.

[rose-warriorcatsrefs]

[thebritishdragon]

The first four are my characters while the rest aren’t!

[elementclangen]

Moon 216-Newleaf

Primcrest (58) has had her kits!  There are two of them, a boy and a girl, and she won’t say anything about who their other parent is.  And their magic?  Both of them are pretty weak, which is interesting because their mother has such strong magic.  And both are dark-cursed.  Frecklestone (43), of course, feels no need to hide this from Creekstar (70), who is perfectly fine keeping them in the Clan. Primcrest names the tom, who’s already trying to escape the nursery, Dawnkit (0) after Skydawn.  And the she-kit, who’s already trying to boss her brother around, Flowerkit (0), after Shadestar (who’s warrior name was Shadeflower).  The rest of the Clan is glad to have new members, but some of them are a little nervous around more dark-cursed cats, including Queenyspeckle (92) and Xhosa (84).  In fact, Xhosa is so annoyed that Creekstar kept the kits in the Clan that she goes to the leader and complains.  Creekstar remains firm in her decision, remembering the hardships she and Primcrest when they were young.  The kits are staying. In other news, the Clan has discovered that Smokekit (5) is deaf.  She isn’t bothered by it, although it has made learning to talk challenging.  Chiku (150), who remembers how Yuccawillow dealt with being hard of hearing, is teaching her some signs.  Charipeak’s (82) kits don’t really care what magic their new den-mates have.  They’re just excited to have more cats to play with, including Primcrest.  Tumblekit (5) even challenges Primcrest to a race.  Patchkit (5), being slightly older than her fellow kits, is feeling a little out of place.  They don’t really play with her, and she wishes that her pelt were as pretty as Smokekit’s.  Or that she could glow like her mom.  She could light herself on fire, but that wouldn’t have the same effect as a glowing cat.  Creekstar does spoil her daughter a little.  She always makes sure to bring her a treat back from hunting.  Patchkit eagerly awaits it.  Rubblepaw (12) is a little frustrated that he’s not a warrior yet, so Wildcave (99) is giving him some advice.  

[d0vesong]

[leafpoolstanblog]

ShadowClan-R2-Y4-Allegiances

Leader: Blackstar (39 seasons). Short-furred brown-and-white broken mackerel tabby tom with hazel eyes. Deputy: Cinderfur (23 seasons). Short-furred red mackerel tabby tom with white patches. Seer: Littlecloud (13 seasons). Short-furred red mackerel tabby tom.

Warriors Nutwhisker (39 seasons). Short-furred red mackerel tabby tom with copper eyes. Flintfang (39 seasons). Short-furred black-and-white tom. Clawface (35 seasons). Short-furred black-and-white tom. Boulder (31 seasons). Short-furred blue tom with a torn ear and green eyes. Whitethroat (22 seasons). Short-furred black tom with a white chest and paws. Badgerfang (13 seasons). Short-furred black-and-white tom. Ratscar (13 seasons). Short-furred chocolate tom with a long scar across his back. Oakfur (11 seasons). Short-furred cinnamon point tom. Turtlespark (8 seasons). Short-furred brown mackerel tabby tom. Rubbleskip (8 seasons). Short-furred brown mackerel tabby tom with white patches. Cedarheart (7 seasons). Short-furred black tom.

Nursery Dawncloud (14 seasons). Short-furred brown mackerel tabby molly with white patches. (Kits - Smokekit, 0 seasons). Fernshade (39 seasons). Short-furred black-and-white molly with orange eyes. (Kits - Kinkkit, 0 seasons) Darkflower (13 seasons). Short-furred black molly. (Kits - Talonkit, 0 seasons)

Elders Brackenfoot (47 seasons). Short-furred flame point tom. Lizardstripe (47 seasons). Short-furred cinnamon mackerel tabby molly with a white underbelly and yellow eyes. Ashheart (43 seasons). Short-furred torbie molly. Nightpelt (35 seasons). Short-furred brown mackerel tabby tom with a white chest & ear-tips, and yellow eyes. Retired early due to asthma.

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

First Place (short story)

“Martenstep! Nettledeer! Wait up!” Furzeflower called out, panting as he struggled to catch up to his friends.

Nettledeer simply smirked at Furzeflower as he bounded over the crudely drawn line in the dirt. “Last place again? You really need to step up your game.” he gloated playfully.

Martenstep simply rolled his eyes and cuffed Nettledeer on the ear, earning a yelp from the yellow and brown tom. “Come on, Nettie, go easy on the guy.” Martenstep chided Nettledeer. “Furzeflower’s older than us, and he’s put on a lot of weight lately.”

Furzeflower blushed and looked down at his rounded stomach. He had been growing plumper as of late, but he didn’t think he was getting fat enough for his friends to notice. And it wasn’t like he had been eating more than usual lately either. Come to think of it, he had only started putting on the weight just three moons ago, after his… encounter… with Webstripe…

Furzeflower flinched and shoved down the memories of the silvery-white tabby tom away. No use thinking about him. It was a one-time thing and a one-time thing only.

Nettledeer looked at Furzeflower guiltily. “Sorry, Furzeflower.” he apologized shamefully.

“You’re fine.” Furzeflower chuckled.

Martenstep smiled. “Let’s go, shall we?”

Nettledeer nodded, and the two turned around and began to bound back to their dens. Furzeflower turned to follow them… but then he felt a sharp pain lance through his stomach. A grunt of surprise escaped his mouth.

“…Furzeflower? Are you alright?” Martenstep called out, craning his head to look back at his friend with concern.

“I’m fi-” Furzeflower attempted to reassure Martenstep, but he was cut of by another lancing pain in his stomach, this one strong enough to make him dig his claws into the dirt to keep himself from falling over.

“Furzeflower!” Martenstep bounded over, Nettledeer closely behind him. Both cats’ eyes were rounded with worry.

“I-” Furzeflower once again tried to comfort his friends, but yet another lancing pain shot its way through his stomach. This one was the strongest one yet, and he collapsed on his side with a yowl of pain. From there, the lancing pains became more and more rapid, and all he could do was stare up at Martenstep and Nettledeer in pure terror. They were now talking to each other, but the pain was so strong was that he could barely hear them.

“Is this what I think it is?”

“What else could it be, you mousebrain?”

“But he’s so ol-”

“THAT DOESN’T MATTER RIGHT NOW! We need to find Myrtlewing, NOW!”

That was the last thing Furzeflower heard before he blacked out.

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“See, guys? I told you he’d be fine! It’s amazing what our bodies can do, really… Oh! Looks like he’s coming to!”

Furzeflower slowly came to, blinking his eyes groggily and looking up as his vision unblurred. Five cats were surrounding him - Martenstep, Nettledeer, Cloverfox, Clawbear, and in the center of them all, Myrtlewing. Furzeflower’s friends looked at him with a mix of emotions clouding their eyes, while Myrtlewing simply smirked at him knowingly.

“Furzeflower! You’re alright!” Cloverfox cried out, surging towards him and licking the top of his forehead. Furzeflower simply took it with confusion.

“Hello, Furzeflower.” Myrtlewing greeted, his disembodied head swaying back and forth. “Did you have a nice nap?” he joked, exposing sharp, bloodstained teeth. Martenstep cuffed the medicine cat on the ear, while Clawbear tried his best to stifle a loud laugh and failed miserably.

“What… happened…?” Furzeflower slurred, looking back and forth in a daze while letting his senses come back to him. His insides felt like they had been torn into shreds, and he could smell… milk??? Where was that coming from?

“You started complaining of stomach pains and blacked out after our race.” Martenstep explained gently, curling his tail around his paws as he did so. “Nettledeer and I brought you to Myrtlewing’s den, and Cloverfox and Clawbear joined when they heard what was happening.”

“I just wanted to play with the kits.” Clawbear pouted, exposing his massive front teeth as he did so. Nettledeer swatted his ear gently.

Wait… did Clawbear just say… kits?!

Furzeflower suddenly registered the tiny mewling of kits and the kneading of tiny paws at his belly. He shifted his body upwards, trying his best to ignore the storm of pain that overtook his body as he did so, and looked down at his belly

What he saw made his heart explode.

Three kits were nestled snugly at his belly, suckling furiously and occasionally squeaking and shoving each other out of the way. There was a dark brown kit with a black stripe running down its back, black paws, and a black tail, a light gray tabby kit, and a ginger and white kit. Tiny, perfect, and undeniably his.

“Congratulations, Furzeflower.” Myrtlewing announced with a giggle. “You’re a father now.”

Furzeflower almost wanted to laugh. It was so painfully obvious in hindsight. But he couldn’t force a single sound to come out of his mouth. All he could do was stare down at his children - his children! - with his mouth agape and his heart threatening to burst.

“I know that feeling well.” Cloverfox chuckled, rubbing her cheek against Furzeflower’s with a loud purr. “I felt exactly the same when I had my little ones.” She looked away, the sadness of memories long passed clouding her eyes.

“I… I…” Furzeflower was at a complete and total loss for words. He instead chose to lean down and run his tongue over his kits. They stilled briefly as the bristles of his tongue touched their fur, before returning to suckling at a much slower and calmer pace, the feeling of their father’s tongue clearly having a comforting effect on them. Once again, his heart nearly threatened to burst.

“Gotta say,” Nettledeer broke the silence, “I wasn’t expecting you to hook up with Webstripe, of all cats.” he chuckled.

Furzeflower finally tore his gaze away from his kits to stare up at Nettledeer with shock. “Wha- how- no- you-” he stammered, his face flushing red. Nettledeer and Clawbear simply snickered. 

“It’s kind of obvious.” Martenstep admitted. “The tabby looks just like him, just a darker shade of gray.” Cloverfox nodded in agreement.

Furzeflower looked down at his kits again. Martenstep was right - the tabby’s stripes looked exactly like Webstripe’s. Furzeflower wasn’t going to let that bother him, though. He’d love his children until the day he faded, no matter what or who they looked like.

“Got any ideas for names?” Myrtlewing asked. “If it helps, the brown one and the gray tabby one are toms, and the ginger and white one is a she-cat.”

Two sons and a daughter. It took all of Furzeflower’s energy to not burst into tears of joy right there and then. He looked down at his kits again, then back up at Myrtlewing. “I have the perfect names.” he announced pridefully.

Truth be told, he had been preparing for this day since before he had even died. He’d never thought he’d be able to get to use the names he had spent so long planning. His friends’ ears perked up in curiosity.

Furzeflower looked down at his kits. “Birchkit,” he announced, running his tongue over the brown and black tom, who purred and snuggled up closer to his father’s belly. “Smokekit”, he continued, running his tongue over the light gray tabby tom, who squeaked in protest. “And Foxkit.” he finished, running his tongue over the ginger and white tabby she-cat, who slapped his belly with her paw in retaliation.

“After me?” Cloverfox gasped, blushing furiously. “Furzeflower, you shouldn’t have!” Furzeflower only had the strength to lightly bat at his friend with a playful purr.

“Great names!” Myrtlewing complimented Furzeflower, before turning to the other four cats. “Now, I think you should probably leave. It’s getting crowded in here, and I think you all should give Furzeflower some privacy. He’s had a long day, after all.”

“No fair!” Clawbear complained with another massive pout. Cloverfox simply chuckled and led the large brown tabby tom out of the den, Martenstep following them shortly after.

Nettledeer started to follow them, but Furzeflower interrupted him. “Nettledeer?” he called out.

Nettledeer turned to look at his friend curiously.

“I may have come last place in our race,” Furzeflower laughed, “but I definitely came first place overall.” He shifted his paw, accidentally brushing up against Birchkit’s ear, who began to wail loudly. Furzeflower immediately pulled his son closer to him and began to lick him, whispering words of comfort as he did so.

Nettledeer watched the scene unfold in front of him and chuckled. “You certainly did, buddy.” he laughed, “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” he called out before slinking out of the den.

Furzeflower’s mind was still spinning at a million miles per hour, but he continued to focus on consoling Birchkit, exhaling with relief as the little brown and black tom relaxed, dozing off in between his father’s paws.

With a chuckle, Furzeflower picked up Smokekit and Barkkit and gently placed them next to their brother, cradling all three of his children in his paws. As he watched them snooze gently, his heart threatened to burst wide open for what felt like the millionth time that day. He ran his tongue over the kits one more time. “Good night, my little champions.” he murmured softly, before lowering his head and drifting off to sleep, happier than he had been in moons.

Notes:

-Made Clawbear the fifth member of the friend group because I think he deserves more love and also because I can

-Foxkit’s prefix being the same as Cloverfox’s suffix was a giant coincidence! I imagine these were names for kits Furzeflower came up with with either Firetooth or Spottedbark, back when he was still alive, ofc :3

-Hopefully I got all of their personalities right!

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okay now that my feelings are out of the way, the reviews:

--SO FRICKEN CUTE

--Aw Cloverfox

--Myrtle’s evil and professional personalities were perfectly shown and balanced here!

--Damn, Furze was unconscious while giving birth? Lucky son of a b

--I imagine Smoke, as stated, has the exact same stripes as Webstripe and the only difference is there’s some more spots (and/or maybe some of the stripes are broken up into pieces?)

--Myrtle waving his head like a Jack-in-The-Box

--Claw’s gonna be SUCH a fun uncle when the kits are old enough

--Got more feelings to express. Hang on, 

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[warriorcatfindr]

Smokekit (future Smokeripple)

A dilute tortoiseshell she-cat with permanently squinted eyes.

[maplewood126]

Smokestar

Smokestar who was previously known as Smokestride. He received a lot of backlash from his clanmates for sticking with Brackenstar even when Smokestride believed what Brackenstar did was wrong. He did join the rebellion around the end of the war. Overall he is a great leader and is currently doing great with rebuilding the clan. He is very sweet and has deep regret for his actions.

[hopeclangen]

Moon 32

I've turned off single parents for now. There's been so many kits lately.

[nightly-ruse]

I think the fact that Heathertail named one of her first kits Smokekit should be thought about more

[fallenclan]

the update today was very focused on Fatherhood and such so i decided to draw some of my favorite fallenclan moms to balance it out ^_^

[stitchwraith-stingers]

NOOOO

[sunriseclan-dali]

Smokepaw Profile

Smokepaw - Female - Ambitious

Overview Smokepaw was a founding member of SunriseClan. At moon 0 she was a kit at 1 moon old. She was oddly observant, especially for her age. She has pale yellow eyes and dark grey speckled fur.

Begins mediator apprenticeship under Cloudyfur in moon 5. Goes from being a know-it-all as a kit, to ambitious as an adolescent.

Read more for overly detailed documentation about Smokepaw.

History/Relationships

Moon 0: - Starts with Dogkit as her favourite cat (although Dogkit dislikes her significantly). - Doesn’t need Scarletkit to tell her anything.

Moon 1: (the moon Indigo joins) - Surprised by Riversplash being thoughtful.

Moon 2: - Had a huge argument with Cloudyfur. - Cloudyfur saw her being considerate. - Asking older cats how kittens are made.

Moon 3: - Jealous of the prey Cloudyfur is eating. - Indigo complains that she never does anything helpful.

Moon 4: - Talks with Timberclaw. - Tells Almondwish that he should really know about the different kinds of moss by now.

Moon 5: (the moon Mulberrypaw is made warrior) - Has her apprentice ceremony alongside Dogkit, becoming Smokepaw. She begins her training under Cloudyfur as a mediator apprentice. Her personality becomes ambitious. - Saves Scarletpaw from a fox, coming away with just a few scrapes. - Has a difficult conversation with Riversplash where they end up with a better understanding of each other. - Recap: Has slightly more fondness for Timberclaw and respect for Riversplash.

[elementclangen]

Charipeak's Family's Sprites and Amberwhisker's Sprites

Charipeak; Age 80 moons; Water-blessed she-cat with a power level of 69 (medium high); Strict and helpful insight

Charipeak joined ElementClan after fleeing from her cruel twoleg with her five kits.

Kestrelkit; Age 3 moons; Powerless she-kit; Lonesome

Hopekit; Age 3 moons; Water-blessed she-kit with a power level of 61 (medium high); Sweet

Tumblekit; Age 3 moons; Water-blessed she-kit with a power level of 38 (low); Bossy

Jumblekit; Age 3 moons; Powerless she-kit; Daydreamer, moss-ball hunter

Smokekit; Age 3 moons; Powerless she-kit; Charming

Amberwhisker; Age 73 moons; Powerless tom; Lonesome and a ghost speaker

Amberwhisker was washed away from his previous home in a flood and is glad to find a new home in ElementClan.

[d0vesong]