no angst babysitting - babies fussing, crying, spitting // kit-sitting [prompt]

TASTED LIGHT BUT FED THE DARK
WAITING FOR THEM ALL TO SEE

periwinklebreeze 18 moons demi-boy he/they windclan moor runner

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It takes far too long for wolfsong to give periwinklebreeze the okay to leave the medicine den - walls that were once comforting an familiar have grown strange and foreign, and he finds it hard to sleep soundly in the now packed den. The moment he is free, paws carry him over to the only place left within the camp that has not yet left shadows upon his heart, shoulders slouching as he ducks into the nursery, blue eyes warm as he takes in the small figures running and fussing about. Tail flicks as he stands there for a moment, a faint purr rising in his chest. " H-hello - would you like to p-play a g-g-game with me? " he asks gently, voice light and playful - certainly, the queens deserve a break from the sudden influx of tiny paws running about underfoot, and it's really no hardship for the boy. He's always loved this kind of task.

actions & " speech, " & 'thoughts/quotes'

T O L O V E M Y S E L F I S W A Y T O H A R D

// @ferrekit @whitepaw @gravekit @Heronkit but not pafp by any means, anyone is free to jump in <3
also if you get the title reference your a real one and we're now best friends i'm sorry I don't make the rules
 
Any company is good company, in Heronkit’s eyes. Visitors are hardly rare, but any time a new face (to him at least) shows up to keep him or his littermates company, he’s always happy. More of the world to see when he is so confined, how nice!

When Periwinklebreeze shows up and asks if him and the other kits wanna play a game, he’s quick to scramble to shaky feet, running over as carefully as possible. “Yes, yes! What game?” Heronkit asks, fascinated already. What could it be this time? Anything new would be fun!​
 
Spotkit is tucked in to Cherrytufts side, listening to her slow breathing as he lays awake. Shes been a little less stressed lately, hes noticed, but the nursery feels too crowded with so many kittens, now. Where his mama has begun to relax, Spotkit feels tension running up his spine, now. He shifts in his nest again as he sets his gaze back out around him.

Periwinklebreeze shows up and immediately kits start to clamber around, notably Heronkit. He's loud... And Spotkit has a headache, but he still wants to play so he teeters over. "I'm playing." Spotkit leaves no room to argue as he plops himself in front of Periwinkle, sitting neatly. He yawns, rubbing an eye with a paw as Heron asks the important question. What game would it be? Something fun? Something quiet, hopefully.

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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
 

⋆.ೃ࿔*:・ Ferretkit was batting around a moss ball torn from someone else's nest, struggling to fight the boredom from her gaze. After a long while of complaining for something to do, she was finally shushed by one of her denmates, and now expressed her pouting by carelessly throwing around a mossball - launching it towards others, bumping into them to catch it, etcetera.

That being said, she was absolutely thrilled when a warrior showed up. Soft and friendly-sounding, Periwinklebreeze was a welcome precense within the nursery. Alongside Spotkit and Heronkit, the cinnamon-fawn molly quickly forgot her solo game of mossball and practically leaped over, giving the warrior one of her biggest, most innocent grins. "Perinkobreeze!" she exclaimed, forgetting to try to pronounce his name correctly in her own excitement. "What are we playing?"



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    FERRETKIT she/her, kit of windclan, 3 moons.
    a long-furred chocolate tabby/fawn chimera with low white
    sister to GORSEKIT
    peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
    penned by ixora@.ixora on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 
*+:。.。 Frightkit's little ears snap up at chittering and mewling. Stretching her stumpy legs the kitten allows herself to wake from her nap to check what the hubbub is about - it's so cramped and boring in the nursery at times that her den-mates usually go crazy over any visitor, not just the actually interesting ones. But when the icy-eyed kitten spots the dark nose and blue gaze of a very familiar feline, she's immediately on her feet. "Peri peri!" the kitten thrills, bounding into the group of kittens, shoving her way past to wrap her little paws around PEriwinklebreeze's leg, immediately aiming to claim as much of his attention as possible. Only then does she listen in on what conversation the others are having, and offers helpfully, "W'bout tag? I wanna play tag!" it was always fun chasing and being chased, a moor-runner through and through!




  • GENERAL:
    Frightkit
    DFAB— She/Her — Unsure
    2 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
    Windclan Kit
    Sister to Deathkit and Witherkit

    COMBAT:
    Physically very easy | mentally very easy
    Attack in bold #1b1e21
    injuries: None
 
Sheepkit was tucked between Frostpond's paws, getting his messy fur clean from all the dirt, and bits of grass. Feeling a sandpaper tongue lap at his head, he lets out a small squeak. He looks up at his mama, tilting his head at her thinking to himself that she looks a liiiittle stressed since there's new kittens crowding in the nursery these days. He puffs out his cheeks at her, before looking forward again to look at all the other kits in their own nests. It feels all cramped in the nursery these days - he shuffles in between his mama's paws, relaxing at the bath he's getting.

He hears squeaks and squeals of all the other kits, having his eyes closed and all in his relaxed state. Sheepkit opens them, seeing what all his denmates are all happy about. He looks up at the entrance of the nursery, seeing a familiar frame of a warrior that visits the nursery frequently. He hears the words play leave Periwinklebreeze's mouth and he quickly bounds over to the group of kittens, plopping himself down next to Spotkit hindlegs splayed out in front of him and charcoal colored paws planted in between. "What we playin?" He meows up at Periwinklebreeze. He looks over at Frightkit, a dark ear flicking as he agrees with the other kitten. "Can we play tag?" He squeaks out, turning his head up at Periwinklebreeze.

  • //
  • no ref yet </3
  • ( NO WAY ! ) SHEEPKIT
    ✦ cisgender male ; HE / HIM ; kitten of windclan
    ✦ a longhaired black smoke with high white & blue eyes
    action , thoughts , "Speech, f8ede3"
    ✦ smells of early morning dew & windblown heather

    - tags / @ on discord for plots
    - penned by calzone

  • nothing here begone!
 


To the probable surprise of most that knew him, Rattleheart hadn't actually been visiting the nursery much since their triumphant return to a camp that was once again rightfully theirs. Part of it was just because he worried about the kits pulling at his still healing injuries - through no fault of their own, considering they were all too young to truly realize what they'd be doing. Another part of it was just envy though, a want to be among the scattered queens curled up within the den alongside their offspring. A reality that could hopefully be his before too long now that things were finally calming down and newleaf was on the horizon. However, he felt silly staying away for so long just because of jealousy occasionally bubbling up in his gut, which was why he made his way over when he heard Periwinklebreeze ask the kits about a game in a surprisingly playful tone for the usually glum moor runner.

Looking over each of the kits that had giddily responded to Periwinkle's call, Rattleheart chuckled before flicking his pale gaze over to the younger warrior himself. "Do you mind if I play along as well, Periwinklebreeze? I'm sure all the kits here wouldn't mind more playmates. Although, if we do play tag I might get beaten pretty easily. I'm not much of a runner, myself..." He wasn't really worried about beating a bunch of kits in a game of tag - nor did he really want to - but he wasn't exactly lying either. There was a reason why he had been sent down into the tunnels by Sootstar instead of bounding across the moors, even with how much of his body his lengthy legs made up.
[ PENNED BY EO ]
 
HE COULD NOT BREAK SURFACE TENSION
HE LOOKED IN THE WRONG PLACE FOR REDEMPTION

periwinklebreeze 18 moons demi-boy he/they windclan moor runner

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Periwinklebreeze can't help the warm grin that flashes across his features as he watches the kits clamour at his words, a quiet laugh slipping past parted lips as the bundles of fur bounce over. Heronkit - Spotkit - Ferretkit - Frightkit - Sheepkit. Five little kits all eager to play - stars, he'd missed this. Rattleheart arrives just as frightkit voices an idea for what game they should play, and he nods along with sheepkit's words. " Tag is a g-g-good idea, fightkit - were windclanners, r-running is what we do, " though he does spare the older warrior a wry grin, ears back in apology - not everyone was as fast as a 'typical' windclanner, but still... it was something to encourage with little ones, wasn't it? " We sh-should take our game out into c-camp though - let your p-parents get some rest. And th-theres more room to run, " he adds - giving the nearest kitten a playful nudge. Eyes glitter in amusement and mischief for a moment, and then - " l-last one out of th-the d-den has to be it! "

actions & " speech, " & 'thoughts/quotes'

D O N ' T L O O K A T M E W I T H T H O S E E Y E S

 
Despite being a little shy around any kittens that aren’t his littermates, even Heronkit is happy to see the tiny crowd gathering around Periwinklebreeze so they can join in on the fun. No better time to get to know them better, while also hanging out with the cooler, older cats. When tag is what is settled on, he’s already ready to bolt out of there, but he stays in place for now.

That is, until Periwinklebreeze says that whoever is out of the den last has to be it. He doesn’t waste any time, scrambling outside of his usual hangings into the free fields of the camp. “Can’t catch me!” Heronkit rings out with glee as he looks back to see who will actually end up being the slowest one. Not so that he can be mean, more out of pure curiosity.​
 
𓆝 . ° ✦ Grasskit had been napping alongside Frightkit when she abruptly woke him by running off. He blinked, bleary eyed with sleep, and tried his best to figure out what was going on. Games? Playing? Gosh, he was just so... tired. Even despite the nap he'd just been taking, he was exhausted. He had been doing so many things recently, took the energy right out of him. But... he didn't want to be left out. What to do. He supposed he could at least follow them outside and watch? Right?
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  • ooc:
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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