camp a place in the sun | sharing tongues

[Flamestar]

With Berryheart's approval and the help of a couple of her clanmates, Flamewhisker had helped get Stormfeather comfortable in a spot outside the Medicine Den. They had found a nice sunny spot, and she had made a quick makeshift lining so the ground wouldn't irritate her daughter's belly. The tabby thanked those who had carried Stormfeather out, before turning to her kit's limp body. Her heart ached, and she tried to not glance at her lifeless back legs. So far nothing Berryheart had tried had helped, and though she would never admit it to Stormfeather, she was beginning to fear she would never walk again.

The red tabby laid down beside Stormfeather, and began to groom her fur. "This is a nice warm spot." she said in between licks. Her daughter smelled like herbs and stale den air...grief flashed through her eyes, but she quickly blinked it away. She should be carrying the smell of the forest by now...she should be hunting, and sparring...Starclan, please help my kit. she prayed silently, hoping they would hear her pleas. Flamewhisker moved onto Stormfeather's head, licking the fur on her forehead like she had when they were kits. "Howlingstar chose a beautiful name." ​

★ don't need to save me

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  FLAMEWHISKER of THUNDERCLAN
  LH red tabby with low white (masks black tabby, carries dilute, solid)
  — Lead Warrior of Thunderclan ; currently mentoring Acornpaw
  — she/her ; mated with Flycatcher
  — mother to Stormpaw & Falconpaw
  — 26 moons ; ages on the 20th
  — Smells like dirt, old leaves, tree sap, faint hint of flowers
  — will start a fight, will finish fights, will kill (case depending)
  — "speech" ; thoughts ; attacks
  — penned by Icey ! ; link to tags
  — link to toyhouse​

 

[SOFTKIT.]

𓆝 . ° ✦ Softkit was enjoying unsupervised time.
The small, multi-colored kit wandered around camp, ducking between this bramble and that twig in an attempt to jump-scare any warriors. So far, she hadn't gotten much reaction. Undeterred the kit ducked close to the medicine cat den, only to get a whiff of something... fern-y.
Nose curling, the kit followed the scent with her tail held high. Her mind whirled with stories. She was an investigator! She'd save the camp from the stinky smell! Yes, yes... good.
With a sharp yelp, the kit ran directly into something fur-y. Ginger fur filled her vision.
"Sorry." She called to it, not finding a need to move away.
"But you smell weird. Like grass. Could you maybe stop?" She blinked, remembering a conversation with her Momma about being polite. She quickly added. "Please?"

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  SOFTKIT— SHE/HER･ 3 MOONS ･ KIT & THUNDER CLAN･ PENNED BY @KEEEKEEEY!

  A long furred silver tortoiseshell-tabby with high white and green eyes. Named for her soft fur that is often wild and unkempt. Sometimes she looks like a walking fur-ball. She is often looked after by her sister, Sleekpaw. — physically easy && mentally easy — blossoming clan gossip — NPC x NPC : Sibling to Sleekpaw

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[FOXPAW]

”Shut up, furball!” Foxkit squeaks before launching herself at Softkit. Black paws planted themself against silver, unkempt fur as she aims to barrel the kit into the ground in a playful, rough housing matter. The attack to all but Foxkit came incredibly unwarrented and random, but little did the silver tortie kit know she had been stalking her for some time. She had needed the perfect time to pounce and well… this was it.

”The only one who smells funny is you! You smell like- like…” Her nose wrinkles in an effort to think of an embarrassing scent, ”Like… like Fernclaw after a tickbath!” The elder never smelled good after the apprentices cleaned him with mousebile…

All the meanwhile, Foxkit is innocent to the conversation of Flamewhisker and Stormfeather. She’s just a she-kit doing what all kits do, playing. It registers in her youthful ears as boring warrior talk, nothing worth participating in or listening to.

♧ INFO BATTLE

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  » Foxkit
  » ThunderClan kit
  » She/they . AFAB
  » A red tabby & chocolate sepia she-cat with orange eyes.
  » ”Speech”․ thoughts ․ attack
  
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  » An incredibly easy foe with no combat training.
  » Likely to swat or flee depending on the size of foe.
  » Fights defensively and to save herself.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[nightbird]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ nearby, flamewhisker sits with stormfeather sharing tongues and sentiments. it was a nice moment, would have been if not for two squealing kittens interrupting.

nightbird doubted that flamewhisker would care, she was a mother, better understood the antics. but by stars were they annoying. scampering and squabbling and throwing insults that wouldn't even phase the softest hearted cats. her tail twitched in irritation as she stood to intervene. "both of you, shut up," she sighed roughly, where was leopardtongue when these heathens needed corralling? "shoo, outta here. quickly, before i get fernclaw to roll around in your nests." a white paw gestured to anywhere else as she attempted to usher them off, allow flamewhisker and stormfeather some quiet for their chat.

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  NIGHTBIRD ✩ she/her, lead warrior of thunderclan, twenty-seven moons.
  ⭃ a small black smoke molly with a single white paw and pale silver eyes.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[FOXPAW]

’Both of you, shut up.’ Foxkit looks up in alarm to see Nightbird, the black-pelted lead warrior of ThunderClan. Her voice was rough as she sighed and a paw lifts to shoo them off with a threat of having Fernclaw roll around in their nests. The red she-kits eyes grow wide with horror, ”Eek! Run away!” she lets out a high pitched squeal. Ceasing her rough-house play with Softkit she runs away from Nightbird with her stubby kitten tail high in the air.

♧ INFO BATTLE

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  » Foxkit
  » ThunderClan kit
  » She/they . AFAB
  » A red tabby & chocolate sepia she-cat with orange eyes.
  » ”Speech”․ thoughts ․ attack
  
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  » An incredibly easy foe with no combat training.
  » Likely to swat or flee depending on the size of foe.
  » Fights defensively and to save herself.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[WHITELION]

make peace with your broken pieces .
︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

He rumbled in amusement, watching the flurry of kitten paws, unable to help himself but think of his own with Spiderlily tucked against him, sharing in the radiating warmth of the sun basking them in a hearty glow, illuminating his mate’s dark fur, blooming with rich browns and pitch darkness.

Peeling himself from a liquid haze, Whitelion rasped a tongue over Spiderlily’s helm, feeling the quiet purr that vibrated his front from the motion, continuing his dutiful task of grooming the tired queen with soft, languid strokes of a sandpaper tongue.

“Perhaps a game will suffice your curiosity, little ones.” He gazed at the two with crinkled mirth, dark lips curled in a soft, welcoming grin, turning to Nightbird as he said this before letting a golden hue rest on the energetic kits. His tail moved without prompt, wiggling the white appendage for the kits to chase and attack if they wished, being some lengths away from the mother-daughter duo, but closer to their two kits. ​

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