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Sep 24 2017, 11:27 AM
"Rise and shine, munchkin!"
Ramsay called into the nursery, dipping her head and peering inside. "Acorn, we're going adventuring today! Time for some mama-daughter bonding time, eh?" The past few moons had passed so quickly. Was it motherhood that made it go by so fast, or was it all of the excitement that had happened in camp? Both, probably. Acornkit had grown so much, and it made Ramsay feel so old. She wasn't old, mind you-- a mere twenty-something moons, but she was older than she had been when she found the bobcat kitten! Soon enough, a bobcat apprentice. Ramsay would miss the nursery; despite the kits who woke her up during the night, she loved being a mother. Perhaps the other queens didn't like her watching their kits (who had certainly picked up more than a few swears from the calico queen,) but that was okay. Acornkit had been plenty for her.@Acornkit
Aug 12 2017, 09:14 PM
(if I ping you don't feel obligated to post seriously you do not have to)"Family bonding time!"
Ramsay announced, standing beside the nursery. She'd been feeling bored lately; everyday was the same routine. Play with Acornkit, patrol, eat, play, hunt, play, eat, play, sleep. That was great and all, but Ramsay was a cat who craved change. Change was exciting and different, and her life had been very unexciting and not different.
"Stonestep, Cedarheart, are you two busy?"@Acornkit@SYLVESTER@Cedarheart@Stonestep
Aug 2 2017, 11:03 PM
It wasn't easy for Ramsay to pull herself away from her newly adopted kit, but even she could not escape the daily tasks of being a warrior. She was no true queen, but that was okay. Kits were awesome and all, but being confined to the camp all day sounded absolutely horrible. The calico had bid her daughter farewell and padded into the center of camp, eyes scanning the clearing for her target. She had a habit of choosing whoever was lucky enough to be close to her to go with her- providing they agreed- rather than thinking it out. "Cedarheart! It's your lucky day! We're going hunting."
She padded closer to the tom with pricked ears. Was two enough? Ramsay was still pretty awful at fishing, so it wouldn't hurt to bring another along. And there was none better than the very cat who had taught her how to swim; Stonestep could teach her to fish, too!"Stonestep, come join us!"@Stonestep @Cedarheart
Jul 31 2017, 10:21 PM
Ramsay enjoyed her new parenting role immensely. Being a mother just suited her despite her rather rough exterior. The small bobcat kitten she had found on the border was absolutely precious and darling and all things dear to the calico she cat. Sure, it sucked that Pyrestar was missing and all, but she had a baby.
"Hey, munchkin!" Ramsay called into the nursery, sitting outside with her tail wrapped around her paws. "Mama is home!" The rest of RiverClan probably thought she was crazy for taking in the kitten that would one day outgrow her by a few inches. Well, ten inches. Minimum.
During the course of the last two weeks, Ramsay had been cycling names through her head, but none felt perfect for the kitten. She deserved nothing less than perfection, of course, and Ramsay was determined to give her the absolute best name in the whole clan. But, just maybe, she could use second opinions.
Jul 11 2017, 06:56 PM
[Note: Ramsay was initially brought in as a tom, but I have since decided she shall be a she cat instead.]
It had been several days since Ramsay was so graciously accepted into RiverClan by Pyrestar. She'd wandered around most of the time, listening to others preach clan ways to her and explain the concept of StarClan. It was chill. Everything about the clan seemed to be chill, and she quite liked it. She had brought in her fair share of fresh kill in exchange for knowledge, and while she had no official mentor, there were plenty of cats to teach her what she needed to know. She may not have been born in RiverClan, but growing up on the streets had given her all she needed to know about hunting and fighting.
There was, however, one thing Ramsay couldn't quite get the hang of; swimming. She'd tried four times now to muster up the courage to actually willingly place herself in water. Last time she'd even made it to the pool of water, but she hadn't been able to get herself to go in. What she needed was someone to help her.
Ramsay lounged in camp, eyeing the many members of RainClan. One of them would be willing, right?