camp all the crawly things ✧ bugs!

[tadpolekit]

After the frost, at the crest of Newleaf comes young creatures of all types and all modes of life. The river was populated with young fish and amphibians, the tall river grasses and reeds with birds and small mammals, and the dirt with bugs. Even more than warmth, what the bugs in the soil liked was the post-rain mud, so much so it drove them to the surface. So, so many bugs, of all shapes and sizes and all of their young. Crawly ones, wiggly ones, fluttery ones, roly ones, and so on and so forth, and Tadpolekit has never been so delighted in her young life. Sitting outside of the nursery, she digs her tiny black paws into the mud, trying to unearth as many invertebrates as it can to get a better look at them, sticking her nose close to them to get closer to eye level. In a matter of minutes, the little kit (now coated in mud) has amassed a small menagerie of worms, grubs, and roly-polies, giggling to herself as she watches them squirm and crawl around with glee. "Oh, so cute! So, so cute! Awww!" The little cat squeals, lifting a roly-poly in a muddy paw.

❀ The recent spring showers unearth the soil and from it come wriggling worms and other grub-like insects.

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[Tigersplash]

It was true all kinds of new life was springing up in the territory and in the river itself. Newleaf was the kindest of all the seasons and Starclan did she love it, seemed everyone else was equally as happy with the warmer weather and the gifts it brought. The kits certainly were, they were getting up to all kinds of things as of late searching for stones and shells when they weren’t causing mischief. Tadpolekit is doing both, mud is flicked around and the kit is covered in the goop. She laughs as she approaches her from behind "Thought you were some kind of new mud beast for a moment little warrior! Could’ve given me a scare if I didn’t get a closer look" she comes even closer peering over her shoulder at the grubs and bugs she’d amassed.

Amusement and wonder glints in her eyes, the kit had a knack for finding some pretty cool creepy crawlers. "Woaahhh! You got a whole hoard of them" she exclaims excitedly "Whatcha planning on doin’ with them? Gonna prank one of your denmates?" that’s what she’d do when she was little!

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  Tigerplash ✩ She/He, Warrior of Riverclan, 17 moons
  ⭃ A chocolate/cinnamon chimera she-cat with high white and amber eyes
  ⭃ 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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[robinheart]

Robinheart has never been fond of bugs. Certainly they have their place in the natural order and circle of life. Bugs could be beneficial. Just as long as they stay far from her she’d be fine.

What Tigersplash proposes would lead to quite the opposite. Plus the tortoiseshell was not fond of pranks - for obvious reasons. She hopes to save the residents of the nursery from a similar fate she endured during her apprenticeship.

“The nursery is crowded enough, I don’t think we should bring in any of your… friends,” Robinheart chirps with a small smile, though her eyes betray very subtle disgust at the creepy crawlies. Even imagining one crawling on her or in her nest sends a shiver down her spine. “They are cool though. Looks like you had to do a lot of digging to find them.”​

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[Moonbeam]

The last time Moonpaw had properly seen worms, really gotten down to look at them and pay attention to them, she had been a kit telling the then Beekit, Cicadakit, and Starlightkit that Iciclefang was trying to trick them into eating the worms, and though it was not a memory she thought of often when she did - such as cases like this - she thought of it fondly. Ears pricked as she moved forward towards the small gathering crowd of RiverClanners, stopping a few whisker-lengths away so as not to get any more muddy than she already was - a thing she had never truly enjoyed.

"Maybe you could make them their own little nest to keep outside the nursery, I've got some spare moss." The apprentice would muse, tail-tip twitching as a small smile formed on her maw. "That way they can get a nap before they go home, then they can visit you again some other time." Home was in the ground in the mud where they belonged rather than being dug up to be looked at, but she couldn't blame Tadpolekit for her curiosity, and was just glad that instead of terrified screams upon the sight the younger member of RiverClan had enjoyed the scene.

A STRAWBERRY AVALANCHE ꕥ CRASHED OVER ME

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  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ INFECTIONS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ ACHES & PAINS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ ILLNESS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ BROKEN BONES
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ KITTING
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ POISONS
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  ꕥ SH white masking cinnamon torbie w/orange eyes & small ears
  ꕥ speaks softly & often found humming
  ꕥ 11 moons old; ages the 17th every month
  ꕥ homosexual homoromantic ; interested in beepaw & redacted
  ꕥ currently being mentored by ravensong
  ꕥ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset
  ꕥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ꕥ easy in combat unless in water, focuses on defensive tactics
  ꕥ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[SWIFTFIRE]

I'VE LEARNED LOVE IS LIKE A BRICK — Quite honestly, Swiftfire had never been much of a fan of bugs. She didn't hate them or anything, but she wasn't fond of them either, and she went out of her way to avoid them if she was able to. Thankfully, they hadn't come up much since she had moved into the nursery, most queens being of a similar mind that they didn't want their nests overrun with the creepy crawlies. It seemed like a fair number of kits didn't feel the same way, however - including Tadpolekit.

A frown tugged down the edges of her muzzle as she approached, making sure to keep a fair bit of distance between herself and the mud-covered kit. She had gotten dirty plenty of times in the past, but it was always for things like training or hunting. Not just so she could churn up a bunch of bugs, even when she had been a kit herself. At least Robinheart and Moonpaw seemed to have some sense, with the queen shooting a grateful look in the latter's direction. "Moonpaw's suggestion seems perfect to me. I'm sure they're all very tired from navigating in all that mud all day, so a nice nap in their own little nest would be perfect." Swiftfire only hoped that the kit would see the appeal of the suggestion, so that she wouldn't end up with beetles trying to crawl into her bicolored pelt.

YOU CAN BUILD A HOUSE ✿ OR SINK A DEAD BODY

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  ✧ shorthaired blue and red tabby chimera molly with green eyes
  ✧ 41 moons old; ages the 1st every month
  ✧ bisexual; secretly mated to hush
  ✧ daughter of lilou and germaine
  ✧ formerly of the ripple colony; loyal to riverclan
  ✧ easy to befriend; desperate to improve the former colonists' reputation
  ✧ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✧ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[HOUNDSTRIDE.]

A kitten's worst nightmare comes to life: Houndstride huffs in a voice that's not all that kind, even if he doesn't mean to be cruel, and walks a little closer. "Stars, what're the lot of you on about? They're meant for the mud." Coddling won't do Tadpolekit any good, and while Hound'd love to just avoid the whole thing, leave all of them to their own, there's something inescapable about a kitten with a small army of what could very well be a nuisance to their clanmates. It still makes him prickle with unease to be so near here. The way everyone else seems so ready for it drives him right on up into SkyClan's trees or higher. He feels– ridiculous, maybe, for being so uneasy around a bundle of fur he could bat away like nothing.

"Moss'll do 'em no good. May as well make one out of the dirt instead." Unwittingly the warrior offers an alternative: one that the bugs and warriors might best benefit from. "'Sides, you try an' prank one of your denmates, the queens'll cuff you right upside your head," he laughs. Much as he may try to avoid them, Houndstride knows enough to respect them. Especially with Hazecloud and Iciclefang in there. Nothing'll go wrong that way.

𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐋𝐄𝐓: 𝐎 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊.  ╱ ( 𝑬𝑿𝑰𝑻 𝑯𝑨𝑴𝑳𝑬𝑻 ) 〚 03.11.2024 〛 𓆟༝ ˚ ｡ ⋆｡˚ ༝ • .𓆝

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• 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄. HE - HIM - HIS. PRODIGAL WARRIOR OF RIVERCLAN. ————— mauled by a fox moons ago and has the scars to prove it. though his wounds are healed, nothing can rid him of that pain.  ╱ PENNED BY REVELATIONS
  
  a lean chocolate tabby with lime green eyes. the scars that had once been limited to the bridge of his nose now shatter and expand across that entire side of his face, up to a ripped ear and down to his shoulder and front right leg. it is somewhat difficult for him to put his weight on that paw at odd angles, and he gets grumpy after a long while of walking, but it does not inhibit him terribly.

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[ROOKFANG]

sanctified, magnified ─── Newleaf was Rookfang's favorite time, despite being more comfortable in darker dim weather that circled the cycle of leafbare, the warrior cherished the life that blossomed above their heads and beneath their paws. New life. New beginnings. When he had been dragged back to the Riverclan camp, the child had been bitterly introduced to the cold months and blankets of ivory snow, so to watch such a drab harsh environment, melt away and arrive on a singing bird with new life was what he enjoyed. The melting snow and ice had attempted to wash away the bitter memories of his lost family and despite the failed attempt, he knew best than to let it drag him down. A new cycle is ready to roll itself over to start anew. He prayed to Starclan that the future would be kinder to them than it has been recently.

His storming thoughts that brewed like excited raging seas were brought to a slow still as he stalked back to the camp, his bristling pelt weighed down by the river's grasp. His jaws were clamped onto the plump limp form of a bothersome fish that had been quicker than he had expected which had caused him to lose balance and crash into the crystalline waves. Regardless, he had managed to catch the trickster and as he dropped to the freshkill pile, his slitted gaze slid over to halt on the figures that stood near the nursery den. His jagged ears pricked as his attention tended to be quick to secure itself when it came to concerns over the youth. With Valepaw under Moonpaw's care since the incident, there had been a winding ball of anxiety and unease, pushing away his seasonal optimism. He cared deeply for the younger generation and with the recent risks and tragedies, he was pacing under the moon's watchful eye at the fear of unknown dangers. What the "danger" was this time was what appeared to be a discussion of making a nest for...insects? The fur on his nose crinkled slightly as he lumbered over, tired eyes shifting down to look at the mud-covered figure of Tadpolekit with a little friend crawling on her paw.

He couldn't help but notice the clear disdain some of his clanmates had and it caused a ribbon of unease around his heart to bring a low hum of amusement. He cherished insects a lot, they had been his only companion during his nursery age since no queens had been foolish enough to bear children during the harsher seasons like his careless mother and so, he held a silent affinity for them. It was nostalgic to see that continue in the form of the giddy kit and he murmured "I have to agree with Houndstride, the ground is their home. Moving them elsewhere would most likely disorient them." His large paw shifted to sink into the soft ground to lift a small fleeting crustacean as he eyed it curiously, a glint of vibrant wonder flashing before it slipped behind the curtains as he set the insect back down to the ground towards the direction of Tadpolekit.

≪ be the holy name / vilified, crucified / in the human frame ≫

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• rookfang ─── WARRIOR of RIVERCLAN [ 03.18.24 ]
  ⊳ scarred seal point/lilac chimera with stormy blue-gold eyes
  ⊳ he/him | 45 ☾ | npc x npc [first gen] | mentoring bumblepaw
  ⊳ detailed biography | 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 | toyhouse | penned by cheeters

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[tadpolekit]

"No pranks! They might hurt the buggies!" But wow! Suddenly there were so many warriors around. Maybe they loved bugs as much as she did! But after listening to them talk to one another, turning her head around as each cat speaks, she finds that apparently they are not! Wide green eyes turn back to the bugs crawling between her paws and over her fur. Well, they were her friends, that was for sure, even if the big cats didn't like them very much. The roll-y bugs seemed to like her, too, curling up at her prodding as if showing her a trick, and the grubs certainly didn't mind either, wiggling joyfully when she saw them. Maybe they wanted to stay with her. To her, the moss sounded like plenty a good idea, though the other adults had a point when it came to the fact that the dirt might be better, since it was their home.. the kit has to think very deeply about this situation, tilting her head and putting on her 'thinking face', pink tongue sticking a little out of her mouth. The decision is made pretty quickly, though, and she nods to herself, reassured. "Yep! It'll be a mud pile outside the nursery," she says matter-of-factly, "and they'll live there and come back when the rain comes! And then we'll play again and again!" It sounds like a good solution to her! Thankfully, she doesn't notice the disgust in Robinheart's eyes. She turns to look at the queen, picking up another little roly-poly in her paw, and she holds it out to her. Thankfully not very close, considering her size. "Aww, but what about just one?"

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[Petalnose]

The conversation of bugs left multitudes of maws. It was a gentle argument on where to leave them and Petalnose stayed silent with an eye roll, plopping down to sprawl out in her spot as she listened to them bicker.

Bugs were annoying.

Atleast the ones that tried to target your ear or blood, the ones that didn't she had no care for- just as they didn't care for her. They fed the fish when they began clumsy, showing where the best fishing spot would reside for the day. They cleaned the territory of whatever withered. They were either a benefit or a nuisance. The ones with wings she argued were the nuisances, flying about where they don't need to. Atleast, what Tadpolekit was playing with was harmless. Although, she still wanted whatever contraption built for them to be far away from her,

"Sure. Just keep it away from the warrior's den. We're too tired to welcome guests." Petalnose grumbled, pulling her unwelcoming gaze towards the variety of bugs that squirmed about the kitten's paws.

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