pafp ALL THE WORLD'S A STAGE \ make-believe

[NETTLEPAW ♡]

Nettlekit had learned over his time alive- short though it was, relatively- that he enjoyed talking. Liked other people, liked their attention, liked listening to them. It meant he knew things other kits didn't, meant he did things that more reclusive cats might not get to do until later in their lives. Talking to people seemed to be a surefire way to get them to like you, too- and Nettlekit had also learned that being liked felt good, felt rewarding. He was not sure about anything other than being liked.

Straying over to the nursery in search of socialisation, Nettlekit's bright blue eyes settled upon one of Halfshade's kits- it was Swankit, who had listened to Sabletuft's story with him. Blinking as he shuffled some options through his head, it did not take him long to start padding over- a smile set itself upon his rounded features, the welcoming sort. "Hey, Swankit," he greeted, seating himself beside the other kitten and curling his clay-hued tail around his paws. "If we made a Clan together, would you want to be the leader or the medicine cat?" A direct question- and one without a great deal of wiggle-room, he realised. A hasty correction followed. "Or- something else?"

\ please wait for @swankit !!​

penned by pin ♡​

 

[Swansong]

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NOW I KNOW WHAT'S REAL, WHAT'S FAKE

If Nettlekit's question surprises Swankit, he doesn't show it, not missing a beat as he begins pondering his answer. What would he rather be? "Ah... Hm..." he hums, taking his time in the answering. "I think... I'd be a better medicine cat. I can heal everyone, and talk to, um, ghosts..." That's what medicine cats do, he knows. Like Magpiepaw, who talks to birds (different from ghosts, probably) and knows a lot of things. Or like Starlingheart, Nettlekit's mom. Swankit doesn't know a lot about Starlingheart, other than her being Nettlekit's mom.

He likes the idea of holding some importance, doing something for the clan, but not all the bossing around that leaders have to do. Bossing cats around is more Applekit's thing. But Applekit didn't even ask him if he wanted to be leader when she played ShadowClan, she just made him a kit. She's not supposed to boss him around, he's her brother. Nettlekit is being much nicer and better at the game; that's reason enough to lead. "You can, um, be the leader," he adds, giving Nettlekit a small smile.

RATHER SLEEP THAN STAY AWAKE
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• SWANKIT named for his pale fur, after his maternal grandmother.
  — he/him. 3 moons.
  — shadowclan kit.
  — quiet and dreamy.
  
  penned by saturnid.​
• "SPEECH"
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[clearheart]

━━ι═══════﹥ Clearheart does not visit the nursery often. It is a place not unlike the medicine den in his mind, where unnecessary visits from the uninvited are unwelcome. He has no nursing mate, no kits of his own reliant on his presence for a healthy upbringing. It is duty that summons Clearheart within, not curiosity nor a particular fondness for child-rearing— but that is not to say he dislikes the youngest among them. That would be rather unfounded. No, he adores Dragonflypaw, and cared for them before Chilledstar named her an apprentice under his teaching.

He simply struggles, at times, to understand what entertains them. Clearheart had few friends as a child due to his particularities, which seemed to offend the other kits, and it is an experience difficult to set aside.

Lowering a frog for one of the queens, he tilts his head, watching Nettlekit and Swankit with curiosity. "Should StarClan not decide?" He asks, far too seriously, a furrow in his nose-ridge. ​

══════⊹⊱≼ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ / ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɪʀ ʜᴀɴɢꜱ ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴄᴇɴꜱᴇ / ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ≽⊰⊹══════

• — CLEARHEART / / 40 moons old / / amab and uses masculine pronouns but will also accept the use of neutral terms.
  — a warrior of shadowclan / / currently mentoring dragonflypaw / / excels greatly in combat above most all other skills.
  — former loner who wandered great distances & rarely remained in one place for long / / arrived after the great battle.
  — devoted to starclan above all else (aside from his idea of the common good) / / not prone to enter battle mindlessly.
  
  — of a height slightly above average / / trim and athletic with a sense of immovability about his posture/stance & size.
  — chocolate sepia w/ low white / / fur is quite short for the most part / / tail is naturally bobbed // full-body reference.
  — fairly warm demeanor much of the time; there is a "softness" about his features so that neutrality doesn't seem surly.
  
  — lawful good, in the sense that he likes to maintain order and work toward bettering lives around him without cruelty.
  — often misunderstands figures of speech and may interpret them literally. as such, can seem to lack a sense of humor.
  — deeply genuine; dislikes lying immensely, and so (most of the time) he is wholly earnest, especially with compliments.
  
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[Swansong]

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NOW I KNOW WHAT'S REAL, WHAT'S FAKEi

It seems someone's come to interrupt the pair. Swankit blinks up at Clearheart. Adults always seem to want to interrupt with games of pretend like this... They never have the right imagination for it. Swankit knows he'll never grow out off it like a lot of the big cats have. He refuses. So he comes ready to rebut Clearheart's interruption, eying him skeptically.

And yet... "Ah... You're right..." he murmurs, consternation coloring his delicate features. Clearheart has a point, StarClan is supposed to choose these things. "But um, mister... How... Do we ask StarClan?" Last time his dad played StarClan (which made sense, since he's the deputy and all), but now there's no StarClan to ask. What should they do? It's all hypothetical, but Swankit finds himself a bit disconcerted at the lack of a StarClan to aid the decision. That'd certainly make it easier to choose, at least...

RATHER SLEEP THAN STAY AWAKE
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• //
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• SWANKIT named for his pale fur, after his maternal grandmother.
  — he/him. 4 moons.
  — shadowclan kit.
  — quiet and dreamy.
  
  penned by saturnid.​
• "SPEECH"
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• 

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[NETTLEPAW ♡]

He grinned at Swankit's verdict; he seemed like he would be a good medicine cat, if that was what he wanted. He was kind and polite, like Starlingheart; the sort of cat you would want healing your wounds. And- well, he was chuffed at the idea that he wanted Nettlekit as the leader. Nettlestar did have a nice ring to it- and he was about to part his lips to answer when another wandered over. Unlike Swankit, no skepticism crossed his mind at the sound of an approaching warrior- especially when he realised it was Clearheart. The earthy tom had imparted a lot of wisdom on Nettlekit from the few times they had interacted, and he was eager to hear what else left his mouth.

It was no knowledge, this time... just a question that set Swankit and Nettlekit both on a ponderous path. How do we ask StarClan, said Swankit- and it was a very reasonable request. Nettlekit's eyes soon lit with an illumination rivalling new dawn as an idea popped into his head. "Oh! We could ask Starlingheart," he said, lagoon-blues wide with pride regarding his idea. "She'd be able to tell us what our destiny is, I bet." The game's realism hinged on this, now... even make believe needed a place to rocket from, didn't it?​

penned by pin ♡​

 

[batpaw.]

"HEAR MY STOLEN LULLABIES"​

It wasn't uncommon for the other kits to play clans. Personally, Batkit had never joined in on it. To be fair, he never joined in on any of the kit games.

With a tilt of his head, he watches as Swankit and Nettlekit discuss which role each of them will play. If it were up to him, Swankit would be the medicine cat. He's far too sleepy to be leader. Plus, isn't the whole point of being a medicine cat that you have dreams from StarClan? His choice is further solidified when Swankit agrees with Batkit's thoughts.

Batkit is watching more intently than he usually does. He doesn't care much for Clearheart (especially not after he expected Batkit to be respectful to Ghostkit), but he supposes that his input makes sense. So does Nettlekit's suggestion of asking Starlingheart. "Does she know cat's destinies?" He doesn't think that medicine cats usually knew every cat's fortune, but Nettlekit would know better than him.​

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