camp ALL WORK AND NO PLAY - intro

[SPICEPAW.]

Spicepaw had maybe gone a liiiitle overboard when it came to training with Flashfrost the past while, but in her defense cats were sick, and now some were gone on some journey that they might now even return from and she felt like she needed to work harder to make up for it. The thoughts in her head were going way too fast and mixing together, but that was sort of normal for her. Nevertheless, Flashfrost told her that overdoing would just make her work sloppy and she'd probably risk her health more than if she moderated herself.

"I get where he's coming from, but..." she mumbled to herself, sighing as she rambled to herself. "Flashfrost be more grateful that I've been working so hard. How am I supposed to relax knowing that we need more cats working?" She began to pace back and forth as she contemplated how to get her mentor to just let her work a little more.

"Speech"​

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IF SOMETHING COMES TO MIND, THEN WALK​

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[FINCHPAW! ☆]

╭──── ⋅ ⋅ ──── ｡･ﾟﾟ･ ─── ☀︎ ─── ･ﾟﾟ･｡ ──── ⋅ ⋅ ────╮​

Now free to roam as she so pleased (still under the watchful eye of Brightshine, of course, though she certainly doesn't mind her mother's presence), Finchkit is determined to make the most of her time outside the stuffy walls of the nursery. Her nest is fine and dandy and all when it's time for bed, too sleepy after a full day of action to protest, but during the day? There's no way she'd stay in there, not with so many cool things to explore out in the world! Today, she finds herself trotting clumsily around camp, darting from place to place and leaving no pebble unturned. There were plenty of fun things to do if you looked hard enough, and she was very good at looking at things, and learning from them, too! Before she's quite grown bored of that, however, something catches her eye - there, somebody alone and not doing anything important! Even if she did look like she was doing something important, it wouldn't have stopped Finchkit; what better way is there to learn from actually watching things happen, anyways?

Toddling over on sure paws, the kitten tilts her head curiously at Spicepaw's words - they don't all make sense to her, but she seems to understand the gist of it, or at least, she thinks she does. "What are you working on?" Finchkit chirps, round eyes fixated on Spicepaw's every move as the apprentice starts to pace, back and forth and back and forth and - It almost makes her dizzy, watching her go! With a giggle, the kitten rocks on her paws, beaming as she continues on. "Are you working on walking? 'Cause I can do that too!" Tail raised high and proud, she begins to pace, too, small limbs stretching to keep up as she becomes a tiny mirror to Spicepaw, trying to mimic her every move. Very quickly, Finchkit decides this is a game she enjoys; even if she stumbles a little bit over herself every now and then, and her head is almost spinning, it's the most fun she's had in...well, maybe an hour? Half an hour? The timing doesn't matter all that much, not to her; all that matters is that she's found another way to occupy herself, and maybe even helped Spicepaw work on her pacing skills, too!​

i want to spin something out of nothing - (☀︎) - lead to gold, spring from winter

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  - Finch Finchkit
  - She/her (AFAB)
  - 2 moons
  - Loner Kit of WindClan
  - Hearty & scruffy chocolate lynx point with splashes of white and bright blue eyes
  - Art by Jay & base by googaoo respectively! <33
  - Minor powerplay allowed!
  - Penned by Hijinks​

 

[HEATHPAW]

Bouncing along behind Finchkit, Heathkit stumbles to a stop and redirects her attention to the pacing apprentice. Heathkit falls into a clumsy sitting position as she watches Spicepaw's movements. She cannot understand what it means and she glances at her sister Finchkit for explanation. But she is unable to come up with an answer, as Finchkit starts to mimic the same strange movements as the apprentice and seemingly with no reason for doing so.

Heathkit's claws dig into the earth and her fur spikes up. It's not uncommon for things to frustrate her entirely because she cannot understand them. She crouches and attempts to bat an unsheathed paw at Spicepaw's leg. That ought to stop the pacing.

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[SUNNVAR]

✦　　. 　 ˚　.   The kittens are far better at settling this fear than he. They are the vulnerable of WindClan, the ones that they need to do all of this hunting for. It only makes sense that they should be beacons of light in the midst of this trouble. Finchkit is loud and bright, made of laughter, and Heathkit swats at Spicepaw's leg. Only too late does he realize there is a flash of claws in the midst of it, but he does not jolt to motion as he might have for another kit. Spicepaw trains with her claws– surely she could handle this. Still, the deputy approaches with a certain calm about him, calling a firm, "Heathkit," to the pale youth. He does not yet understand that it will go unheard. Perhaps the shadow he casts, or the cadence of his pawsteps, would shake her from her frustration just as well as his words.

"It will not serve our clan for you to work yourself to your bone. Take after the kits for a time. Relax." He does not blame any for their eagerness. In the midst of this sickness, closeness was all that they may cling to. All that they need. Even this seems to be lacking. But they would not find it in Spicepaw. An apprentice, untrained and underdeveloped. Rest was as necessary as the hunt should they wish to live this life to its fullest.

𝘏𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌 𝘈𝘚 𝘓𝘐𝘍𝘌 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘗𝘖𝘐𝘚𝘖𝘕; 𝘚𝘜𝘕-𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘖𝘋 𝘏𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌  ╱╱ 9.16.2023 ˊˎ＜

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• ✦　　. 　 ˚　.  SUNSTRIDE. FORMERLY SUNNVAR. HE - HIM - HIS OR THEY - THEM. DEPUTY OF WINDCLAN. 4 YEARS OLD. PENNED BY REVELATIONS.  —————————
  
  
  ——  a tall auburn tabby with thick fur and bright glacial eyes. sunstride is broad and bold– a creature standing above most of windclan, though not a beast beyond it, with fur that flames red and deepens to a burnt amber with every stripe. his eyes, in comparison, are a pale summer's blue, still as bold as the rest of them. he radiates confidence and self-assured authority.
  
  

  ✦ NPC x NPC. DECEASED MOTHER, ESTRANGED FATHER. NO LITTERMATES. MATE TO WOLFSONG. FATHER TO BEARKIT, SINGEDKIT, RIVEKIT, SUNLITKIT, AND FEATHERKIT ——

• "speech"

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