camp A plague of mice, a lightning strike ☾ waiting

[Frightpaw]

*+:｡.｡ Frightkit was having so much fun lately! With so many new faces she was never bored! Every day it felt like she made a new friend - cat or bug - and she never got tired of it! The days were getting warmer, she was getting bigger, and soon enough she'd get to be a 'paw and meet even MORE people outside of camp, how exciting! But there did remain one eensy bitsy little problem in her perfect world.

Today, the kitten plopped herself down in front of windclan's camp entrance. The ground beneath her was practically smooth with how often cats had trod upon it. So many smell from so many felines coming in and out of camp that not even the rain could wash the scent away. Sometimes, if she sucked in a deep breath, she could even pick out her dad's smell among the mix! But it'd been so long since they'd returned, that even their smell was beginning to fade - or at least be washed out by all the new people's scents. There were so many people she wanted to introduce her pappa to! Including her little bug friend, whom she still dutifully held in her jaws, its legs wiggling weakly - tired from their days of playing, probably! She bet her pappa would love Buggy just as much as she did!

So she waited.

Sitting her little self right at her home's door, feeling in her heart of hearts that today would be the day Ebonylight and the others would come back from their super long patrol!

*+:｡.｡ Updated 1/9/23

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  GENERAL:
  ☾ Frightkit
  ☾ DFAB— She/Her — Unsure
  ☾ 2 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ☾ Windclan Kit
  ☾ Sister to Deathkit, Witherkit, Grasskit, Whitekit and Midnightkit
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☾Physically very easy | mentally very easy
  ☾ Attack in bold #1b1e21
  injuries: None

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[Grasspaw]

𓆝 . ° ✦ Grasskit woke from his nap. He stretched his little legs and yawned, blinking sleep from his eyes. He toddled out of the nursery and saw Frightkit sitting by herself, in front of camp entrance. The small tom cocked his head to the side in confusion. I winder why she's by herself? he thought. Grasskit promptly decided it was his mission to figure out the answer to said question. He borderline stumbled over to her, trying to go a little too fast for his still uncoordinated legs, and plopped down next to her. "What's you doing?"

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ooc Information

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  NAME — HE/HIM ･ 1 MOONS ･ KIT & WINDCLAN ･ PENNED BY TWITCHTAIL

  Small fawn tabby with pale green eyes.
  "speak" thoughts action
  — peaceful, healing, and minor injury powerplay allowed

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[RATTLEHEART]

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — Though he was already - obviously - not a big fan of any of Sootstar's loyalists that had fled following the final battle, Ebonylight had a special place of near hatred within Rattleheart's mind. He couldn't even begin to try and understand the now-former moor runner's actions, even just the thought of fleeing and leaving his mate and children behind enough to leave the lead warrior full of nausea. Any kits he and Venomstrike might have didn't even exist yet, and he still wasn't able to imagine ever abandoning them.

If Ebonylight ever returned, he was fairly sure their kits would be the only thing to keep him from wanting to tear them to shreds the moment he saw them.

He nearly ran straight into Frightkit as he padded into camp, a slender mouse dangling from his jaws from his last brief hunting patrol down in the tunnels. It wasn't exactly commonplace for a kit to just be sitting there, Rattleheart reeling back just a bit so that his lanky legs wouldn't collide with the child's small form. "Frightkit? What..." A pause, his voice muffled by the prey in his mouth, quickly rectified by him slipping past her and depositing it upon the freshkill pile before he returned. "What are you doing over here? I bet your mother is missing you in the nursery..." Grasskit seemed similarly curious, though his questioning was - understandably - much less eloquent than the older lead warrior.

THE RIGHTEOUS HAND OF GOD 𓆩♡𓆪 THE DEVIL THAT YOU FORGOT

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  ❥ longhaired black and white tom with pale green eyes
  ❥ 48 moons old; ages the 1st every month
  ❥ afab; uses he/she/they pronouns
  ❥ homosexual homoromantic; mated to venomstrike
  ❥ sibling to scorchstreak, lizardbounce, and rabbitclaw
  ❥ currently mentoring downypaw
  ❥ somewhat difficult to befriend; wary but kind
  ❥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ❥ all opinions are ic

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[FEATHERSPINE]

Frightkit- what an odd name. When they had named these kittens their parents had to have bore some ridiculous sense of humour, with these tragic kitten names. Featherpaw had half a mind to demand they were changed. What ill omens, to call kits such horrendous things. It was likely Ebonylight's doing, creature that he was... saddling his children with cursed aliases and then leaving them behind.

Grasskit was at least better, but Featherpaw's contempt was already set, and steeped. Even with his thorned tongue, however... well, it wouldn't be fair to drown these kittens in disdain. It was easy to despise their loyalist father, fled into the night. Featherpaw imagined she might have another scar, if she saw him.

Featherpaw was unsure how to approach a kitten tenderly- she'd never held a demeanour as soft as her name. Rattleheart was much better at it- yellow eyes slipped to the lead warrior briefly, and then to the... the thing wriggling in Frightkit's mouth. Immediately sickened by the sight of its writhing, his face crumpled into a dark frown. "Why have you got that?" Featherpaw spat, unable to remove the disgust and annoyance from her voice. If he brought that anywhere near her... ​

✦ penned by pin​

 

[Frightpaw]

*+:｡.｡ "Grasskit! " Fry would chirp, her focused gaze, intent on studying the camp entrance, immediately flickering to her little brother. She pulls him into a hug with one of her paws, dropping her exhausted buggy friend to swipe his ear with her tongue the way Nightingalecall always does for them - that's how family says hello! " I'm waiting! " she finally announces triumphantly. She's about to explain who specifically when suddenly as if beckoned by her wish, a large ebony shape starts to pull itself forth from the camp entrance -

" 'Appa! " she shouts, leaping to her feet only to be greeted by the surprised look of Rattleheart her not-'Appa but instead just a clanmate. Disappointment is a sting lancing through her chest, but just as quick as it strikes it's gone as she giggles, " You're stepping on me! " as she dodges around Rattleheart's carefully placed legs, taking advantage of the activity to bat at her tail as she pads off to deposit her prey.

She watches him leave, before turning her eyes back to the camp entrance once more. Next time! she thinks animatedly to herself. " I'm waiting! " she explains again, no less patient though, sitting back down beside her brother. She's about to pick up her beetle again when yet another cat arrives with yet another question. She likes when people ask her questions though! " It's my friend! His name is Buggy! I'm going to show my 'appa when he gets back from patrol! " she exclaims happily, her fluffy tail curling over itself with excitement.

Focusing yet again on her home's entryway, she mews, "I will wait right here for my 'Appa and when he comes I'm gonna show him my buggy and he's gonna say- 'atta girl!' and then ill tell him about my day and we'll play tag! " As she explains she taps her toes, counting out each activity and growing more and more excited with each one until she's wiggling in place with a little trill of excitement!

*+:｡.｡ Updated 1/11/23

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  " Speech "
  
  
  GENERAL:
  ☾ Frightkit
  ☾ DFAB— She/Her — Unsure
  ☾ 2 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ☾ Windclan Kit
  ☾ Sister to Deathkit, Witherkit, Grasskit, Whitekit and Midnightkit
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☾Physically very easy | mentally very easy
  ☾ Attack in bold #1b1e21
  injuries: None

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[spotpaw]

"Hi, Frightkit. Whats an appa?" comes Spotkits chime as he slinks over, blue eyes wide, blank, drawn towards the crowd from the commotion. But Frightkit continues to talk n talk, and Spotkit has no qualm with it except for the fact that she has a bug friend and its all he can think about as he stares it down with an unintentional glare, disgust furling his lip. Theres a gathering of cats, Grasskit is there too, plopped right besides her.

But she kinda explains what an appa was. Not directly, but he recognizes it despite not having a father himself. Do I come from just my mama, he thinks with a jolt. But it doesn't matter to Spotkit. He doesn't want a dad, because Cherrytuft was alllllll happy now that the bad guys were alllllll gone, and hes seen how miserable some of the parents look in camp together....

"Why do you want to see your papa? We don't need papas." Spotkit responds in a genuinely curious manner, his head tilting as he reaches out to try and place a paw on her head. He doesn't know why he does it. "Papas are boring. I think our mamas are cooler. Why can't you do that with your mama?" and he doesn't want to say it but maybe Frightkit never had a dad, just like him! But he thinks thoughtfully, for Frightkits feelings sake, cause mama always said to consider others feelings' when you speak. And maybe he was making her sad? "Maybe hes fighting a biiiiig war and hes gonna come back and hes gonna be super duper cool or something. You just gotta wait longer I think?" even Spotkit is slightly unconvinced by his own words. Spotkit doesn't have a papa and in theory, Frightkit probably doesn't have one either.

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  -> spotkit
  -> amab ,, he/him ,, 2 months
  -> kitten of windclan
  -> small & oddly proportioned cinnamon tom with high white
  -> "speech, afd9f2" ,, thoughts
  -> unknown sexuality ,, single
  -> smells like windblown heather
  -> art by meg

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[SCORCHSTAR]

༄༄ The kits that seem to have materialized in WindClan’s camp since their return has not passed beneath Scorchstreak’s notice. Nightingalecry has five—six?—kits curled up in the nursery with her most days, Cygnetstare has their litter, Cherrytuft has Spotkit, and Frostpond has Sheepkit… Surely that’s too many kits, even before springtime hits the clan? The calico is glad that she’s never going to have to spend another long stretch of time in the nursery, but she cannot imagine how crowded it must be in there right now. Even ever-bright Blizzardkit had complained yesterday of being kicked in the head by one of their den mates. For this reason, when she spots a couple of the clan’s kits outside of the nursery, she is not surprised. She is a bit surprised by the cats that seem to have gathered around them, and so the tunneler makes her way over to stand at Rattleheart’s side.

Frightkit announces that she’s awaiting her father’s return, and Scorchstreak’s scarred brows furrow. "He won’t be coming back, so there’s no point in waiting." And if Ebonylight does show his rotten face, my claws will find it quickly. She is certain that Rattleheart would agree with her methods, but she does not speak them aloud. Not when there are small ears around to get ideas of grandeur. "I’d suggest you go back to the nursery before your mother starts to worry." Her voice is dull, laden with exhaustion. She does not have the time nor the emotional depth to explain the nuances of Ebonylight’s betrayal to a child such as Frightkit. Perhaps Nightingalecry will tell all her kits, when the time is right.​

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[MIDNIGHTPAW]

Midnightkit had only spent a moon in the nursery and she was already growing bored of remaining in its confines. As Scorchstreak had already observed, there were far too many bodies in there for her liking, and it left no room to play and run. Well, as much as she could run on her weak, underdeveloped legs. She was getting to the age where she craved her playtime, in whatever form it came in, so when she spotted her brother teetering out of the den, she was quick to follow. The tiny creature waddled gracelessly up to Frightkit, where Grasskit had stopped to perch, and she weaved her way clumsily through her larger siblings legs to rest against her chest.

Wide blue eyes blinked thoughtfully at the many faces that surrounded them, but she honestly didn't care to pay attention to their words. It all droned mindlessly in a blur of voices, except for when Frightkit mentioned something about the little beetle she'd placed on the ground. A soft, mystical smile traced the kitten's lips as she watched the shiny bug crawl aimlessly through the dirt. The others seemed disgusted, but she was fascinated. "Pretty..." she murmured quietly, her gaze mesmerized by what she imagined was a forest fairy in disguise. They were everywhere, really, and only she seemed to be able to look past their magic glamour to their true form.

Her attention was only pulled back to the conversation happening around them when Scorchstreak's comment about Frightkit's pappa not coming back startled her. But that didn't make any sense! "Why not?" She blinked innocently up at the pair of lead warriors, expecting a more logical explanation once they thought about it a bit more. Of course he would want to come back to see Frighty and their siblings someday, they were lots of fun to be around. He was just too busy right now, that's all.

 

[Grasspaw]

𓆝 . ° ✦ Grasskit grinned brightly at Frightkit's affection. He very carefully pawed at the small beetle, fascinated by the small creature. His fixation didn't last long, considering everyone's inputs into the conversations. If Frightkit was his sister, wouldn't her dad be his dad? He looked between the older cats, his eyes wide and round. He didn't bother to speak up about his wondering, figuring he could ask Nightingalecry later. He giggled a bit at Spotkit's antics, almost joining in before Scorchstreak made him pause. "What d'ya mean he's not comin' back?" he mumbled, ears tilted back.

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ooc Information

• ooc: idk what's goin on with what they do and don't know about their parents yet so if this is wrong pls correct me!
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  NAME — HE/HIM ･ 1 MOONS ･ KIT & WINDCLAN ･ PENNED BY TWITCHTAIL

  Small fawn tabby with pale green eyes.
  "speak" thoughts action
  — peaceful, healing, and minor injury powerplay allowed

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