pafp PRISONBREAK | Sneaking out attempt

[Dustpaw!]

Dustkit was restless and bored and boredom was something the kitten couldn't handle being for long, so she had come up with some ideas in her head great ones at that. From pranking her cousins, digging holes outside the apprentices den but it was her third idea that struck her and got her on her paws; exploring the moors outside of camp! She was gonna be an apprentice in a couple moons but two moons was like a lot of time and she couldn't just sit and wait all patient and good when there was a wide world to roam and so much to sniff! However she knew that she wouldn't get a single paw outside camp unless she had help - an accomplice - she thought of asking one of the apprentices maybe Sheeppaw or better Pinkpaw but she worried they'd tell dad and then he'd tell her no. So that was a no go but she had someone she could rely on with her life close by; her dear brother!

Convincing him had took some time but she knew he was always up for a good game and making this into one instead of a serious mission of stealth had been her play! So they set off, her the cleverest, bravest and most stealthy kit in the clan and her brother her eyes! "If we stay close to the bushes we'll be like unspottable! Stay close to me Bilberrykit this is gonna be awesome!" she meows excitedly to him as she begins to creep under the shadows of the gorse. She believed it'd be easy, they shouldn't run into problems cause why would any warrior be looking for kits in the bushes? That wasn't where they normally played. She is unaware of one very important detail that put a thorn in her plans and it was that both her and her brother were as pale as moonlight no amount of shadows would ever disguise them but even if she knew that it wouldn't dissuade her. And well the gorse bushes weren't as full as they used to be!

She moves with purpose, crouched low and moving as quickly as she can. Her tail is held high and curled happily at it's tip, her paws crunch against the debris beneath the bushes but she doesn't notice. She just follows the path knowing she's staying on track because her pelt snags on burnt branches occasionally. She turns her head again "If you see anyone coming tell me and we'll run in opposite directions! They won't be able to catch us both!" maybe if he was her diversion she could get out the entrance and begin 'mapping' out the moors!

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  Dustkit ✩ She/Her, Windclan Kit, 4 moons
  ⭃ short furred black smoke she-cat with high white and cloudy green eyes (blind)
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Kedamono ↛ @legmeatt on discord, feel free to dm for plots.​

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[BILBERRYPAW]

Lookout is a role that Bilberrykit takes seriously. His eyes flick left-right-left-right as he steps ahead of Dustkit. Like this—like lookout—it becomes easy for Bilberrykit to make his body into a branch-straight line. One paw in front of the other, ears that turn in every direction, a mouth slightly parted to better take in a scent, just as Bilberrykit has seen the warriors do. Around them is the pale green of the ever-present gorse needles.

"We need to be... super quiet," Bilberrykit whispers the reminder, "Otherwise it won't matter if they see us 'cause they'll hear us before that."

And the goal of the game is to remain as stealthy as possible and sneak to the mouth of the gorse tunnel, just as Dustkit had explained. Some part of Bilberrykit wonders if he is taking the game more seriously than her, but she had seemed really excited about it. On such a pretty day, Bilberrykit couldn't blame her for such excitement—like a yawn, it had spread to him without his notice.

"When we get there, what do—?" Bilberrykit cuts himself off. Holds his breath. Through the needles—StarClan—he has certainly just made direct eye contact with a warrior. And to think, the both of them were being so sneaky! It isn't fair! "RUN!" His voice carries far across camp, cutting through the otherwise peaceful atmosphere. At once, he darts forward, laughter spilling out from his mouth all the while.​

windclan kit | black and white harlequin | four moons | tags​

 

[SUNNVAR]

Like a lion upon a rabbit's kit, Sunstar pounces instinctively. His ears flat to his skull, his eyes wide and pupils dilated. For a moment it does not matter that he is missing a limb or that grief has weighed down every inch of him. He knows only that there are small figures leaping about camp and as a father and hunter both, it is his prerogative: Catch.

What had been a simple time of lounging, contemplating a walk or perhaps even a patrol, his leg feeling more and more steady with every day that passed, erupted as soon as Bilberrykit's voice did. Sun-kissed fur sprays sand and strands of grass into a wide arc as the warrior leaps to his feet (far faster than the slow and laborious ascent he had been forced to as of late) and catches himself in a smooth half-crouch. Seaglass eyes are wide and alert, sweeping through camp for whatever threat there may be. A bird of prey, perhaps? Or a snake within the walls of the nursery, just as there had been some moons ago?

His mind processes laughter much slower than that, and not before instinct wins over. Sunstar pounces, his large forepaw coming down in front of Bilberrykit as if to stop the young thing. If his intention had been to scoop the kitten up– well, no it was not, seeing as he had not succeeded in such a thing.

𝐈 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐌 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐒 ╱ ( 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝗕𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐆 ) 〚 06.03 〛 🟒ᨒ

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• ↟ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑. ╱ AMAB HE - HIM - HIS. LEADER OF WINDCLAN. ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆̶̬́̀
  ———— a rogue brought to windclan in a search for greatness, one of sootstar's most loyal warriors turned into her downfall. with a mate and kits to worry about, and now nine lives from starclan with a missing limb, windclan's leader has a lot to prove.
  
  
  
  a large chocolate and white rosette tom with seaglass eyes. the first thing many see when looking at sunstar now is not his proud posture or un-windclan build, but the scarred stump that remains of his front left leg. a wound that would have killed most other cats took one of his lives; not even starclan could repair it.

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[Periwinklebreeze.]

PLAY US LIKE PAWNS AND RELENTLESSLY CONFINE
INTO LIVING UP TO GENDER ROLES AND HAVING ABSENT MINDS ​

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periwinklebreeze ❀ 22 moons ❀ demi-boy ❀ windclan queen ​

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Periwinklebreeze's charges seem more inclined to mischief by the day - and for once, the queen is starting to understand why the queens had always been so eager to foist their own offspring upon him to watch for the day. Keeping kittens tired and tuckered out was easy.... when one wasn't doing so all day, every day. He's slept more this past moon than he has any other - and while that may be a good thing in the long run, it hardly helps his case. The perpetually tired tom watches pale furred kittens with sharp eyes - like a hawk, loath as he is to think of such analogies after all the damage he has seen the star-cursed birds do. Dustkit is giggling - about what he doesn't catch, and then they are fleeing with Bilberrykit's cry of run.

Periwinklebreeze, admittedly, copies Sunstars reaction in his own - wide eyes seeking out the sky in fear and terror. He expects to find danger overhead - but there is nothing. Its just a game of keep away, of rabbits and hunters - fur flattens as head snaps to look back towards his kits, though his heart seems to take far longer to realize that there is no danger other than his frazzled nerves. Sunstar gives easy chase, and with a sly smile upon his own maw he can't help but think to do the same - paws move in near-silence as he stalks towards Dustkit, downwind, hoping to sneak up behind her. If successful, he'll move to startle her with a flick of his tail against her own - mischief glittering in his eyes.

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Don't you think it's funny how they tell us how to live?​

Don't you think it's funny how we're all delinquent kids?​

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[Dustpaw!]

Bilberrykit's warning was spoken to late and even if he'd warned her before she'd been too excited and well it wasn't like either of them knew how to properly crouch and stalk! Even now she can't help but purr loudly in anticipation for their great escape, he's asking what they'd do when they were successful and she readies herself to answer him (did she even have an answer? She kinda just wanted to see if she could escape and after that doing anything would be fun) but his words are cut short and she knows what that signals before his meow rings out in alarm. She doesn't have time to think she just begins to run and it's a miracle the two of them don't crash right into each other, she hadn't assigned which direction they'd be going after all. Sunstar's scent washes over them, she feels his presence a big shadow must hang over them; was he gonna punish them? Worse what if when he caught them what if he started trying to EAT them? She knows it's ridiculous but a childish part of her brain isn't completely sure, he's like a fox right now and they're like baby rabbits after all!

It adds more stakes to the game thinking like this, it's fun! And he wouldn't like actually eat them, well maybe... but probably not

He must be going for Bilberrykit because she isn't stopped by him, she's about to turn around to come running back to his direction to save him from his fate before a massive paw blocks her path! But as she halts she doesn't realize she's being stalked herself, that an all too familiar warrior comes closing in for the kill! She's so focused on deliberating over how fast she can get to her brother and if she can be fast enough to still make it that when his tail touches her she goes leaping off the ground a squawk of a meow shrieking out of her. She lands and whips around and before thinking attempts to bite down on the offending tail with needle sharp kitten teeth, she doesn't use her full strength but those chompers would still hurt, rather she bit into fur or into his actual tail his scent would flood her nostrils as well as the all too familiar soft feeling of his fur against her muzzle.

"Daaaaaad!" She whines dropping her 'prey' "No fair, now Sunstar's gonna eat Bilberrykit cuz' you stopped me from saving him" she frowns.

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  Dustkit ✩ She/Her, Windclan Kit, 4 moons
  ⭃ short furred black smoke she-cat with high white and cloudy green eyes (blind)
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Kedamono ↛ @legmeatt on discord, feel free to dm for plots.​

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