camp beauty queen on a silver screen | kit prompt 5!

[ferretpaw]

-ˋˏ ༻☽༺ ˎˊ- Warriors and apprentices have been working together for days, repairing gorse walls and reinforcing dens, moving nests and placing new ones. While they worked, a group of some of WindClan's kits were gathered under the Tallrock, conversing and giggling as if they were sharing the world's biggest secrets.

"Okay. Everyone know what you're supposed to do?" spoke one of the kits, a chocolate and fawn molly with bold yellow eyes. "Ferretkit, can I be Sunstride this time? Pretty please?" pleaded another.

"No! I'm Sunstride. You can get your turn next time," Ferretkit snapped back, a fine display of her temper and ego. After earning a groan from the other kits, she strutted out into the clearing of the sandy hollow, and everyone was in their place.

"Sootstar! You have hurt my friends for the last time!" roared the young molly with her tiny tail lashing wildly behind her. Ferretkit stood off against another kit, stalking towards them dramatically with thumping footsteps and a raised chin. "Make me leader, Sootstar! I will be a way cooler leader than you! Stand down!" The kit paused briefly, contemplating her words. "Wait, no.. I said that last time. Ahem.. Back down, evil Sootstar! I will avenge my.. revenge you.. t-take revenge for my friends!" A brief stumble, but she shook it off. With that, Ferretkit launched towards the 'Sootstar' infront of her, leaping onto the kit in attempt to barrel them over.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── PRIMADONNA GIRL ⋅❁⋅ ALL I EVER WANTED WAS THE WORLD ──┐‎

• ooc: open to kits and watchers for kit prompt 5! feel free to play the kit acting as 'sootstar'!

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  FERRETKIT ✩ she/her, windclan kit, ?? moons ⭃ a confident chocolate tabby-fawn chimera with yellow eyes. ⭃ mate to no one. apprentice to n/a. ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ⭃ penned by ixora ↛ @.ixora on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[LILYPAW ✞]

✞ The snowy white kit has been listening intently as Ferretkit explain the rules of the game they are all playing. Or at least, Blizzardkit thinks it sounds like a game. The brown and white she-kit won’t let anyone else be Sunstride, and somehow the albino child has been pinned with the role of the bad guy, Sootstar.

Blizzardkit doesn’t mind, of course, wide eyes brightening simply at the thought of being included. But they wish the other kits would have chosen somewhere… else to play. Since leaving the horseplace, the sunlight has gotten brighter, and it hurts their eyes when they try to look at anything around them. They wish that they could just go back to the nursery, but they already promised to play…

Pale ears swivel back against their head when Ferretkit starts yelling, but they don’t say anything until it is their turn to speak. "I'll never," they growl, but their voice cracks on the second word, and the rest of their sentence comes out as an unintelligible whisper. They clear their throat and try again. "I'll—I'll never back down! WindClan is mine! I'll, uh, make your blood fall out!" They rear up on their hind legs as the she-kit rushes toward them, but their small stature is no match for her. Blizzardkit goes sprawling unceremoniously onto their back, and their head knocks harshly against the ground. Ouch... They bite their lip, though, because they don't know very much about Sootstar, but the way Ferretkit described her makes her sound like a strong, mean cat. And strong, mean cats don't cry when they hit their heads—so instead, Blizzardkit attempts to swat at Ferretkit’s ears, soft white paws doing little in the way of actual damage.​

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[gravepaw ★]

( ༺♰༻ )　 "B- but that's no fair!" whines Gravekit, their dreams of playing the objectively best part in this theatre-game yet again crushed. "You - you always always always get to be Sunstride 'n it's no fair 'cus I wanna be Sunstride!" She stomps her paws in frustration, batting eyes quickly giving way to a tantrum. They came all the way out here in the bright, obnoxious sun, and this is what they get. Ferretkit is no fun, always taking all the best parts no matter how nicely they ask.

"I even said pretty please 'n everything! C'moooooon," they wail, voice shrill as the restless dead. Maybe they won't be nice this time, since that never seems to get them anywhere.

Gravekit scrunches up their face, stomps around a little more. They're not going to let Ferretkit get away with this again "Maybe - maybe I'll join Sootstar this time! Maybe I'll be Gooseberry!" They stomp over to "Sootstar"'s side with a petulant pout upon their face. Blizzardkit may be weird and annoying, but they do make a good Sootstar.

Well, almost. She's good at the talking, but nowhere near a scary enough fighter to be Sootstar. Gravekit can make up for that. They charge towards "Sunstride", launching a flurry of swats at her side. "Pow! Pow! Pow! How'd you like that? Huh?" taunts the kit. They may not be big enough to bowl anyone over like Ferretkit, but they can still be a nuisance.

THE FEAR HAS GRIPPED ME ༺♰༻ BUT HERE I GO【 01.28.24 】

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• "SPEECH"

• ⋆ ⁺ ⋆ ⁺ ₊ ❆⋆ GRAVEKIT.　WINDCLAN KIT. THEY / THEM & SHE / HER
  2 MOONS & AGES ON THE 1ST.　PENNED BY SATURNID.
  
  
  

  ♰ — A DELICATE BLACK AND WHITE CHIMERA WITH DULL PINK EYES.

  
  GOOSEBERRY xx CYGNETSTARE. SIBLING TO HERONKIT, MILKWEEDKIT, & SHRIEK-KIT.

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[SHRIEKKIT]

MAYBE A CUP OF SELF CONTROL WOULD BE THE ROUTE — Shriek-kit had tagged along not wanting to be left behind by his siblings with his ears laying flat against his head and head lowered, he can't help but frown when Ferretkit takes the role of Sunstride again even after his littermate had asked rather nicely. Her wailing isn't nice to say the least as his ears press further into his skull, he opens his jaws then closes it before parting them once more appearing like some gaping fish trying to breathe as he finally finds his voice and speaks "M-muh-maybe you can be Ssssunstride n-nuh-next time," It was a suggestion, a good one he likes to think, until Gravekit takes the role of Snakehiss and sends her own attacks at 'Sunstride' assisting 'Sootstar' in keeping the moorlands and Windclan as her own. He isn't sure if Gravekit's playing the game right anymore though he wouldn't know either since it had been made up by Ferretkit and both of his ears prick forward, bulging hazel eyes watching the "intense" battle and it makes his pelt prickle with unease.

He should help Sunstride but then Snakehiss might get upset at him it's enough to make his head spin and swim as he tries to figure out what to do, he swallows the lump in his throat. "I'll b-be Ssscorchssstreak!" He almost announces in a squeak before gritting his odd fangs together and his small jaw clenches in the slightest as he springs forward attempting to swat at Sootstar to aid Sunstride and take out the tyrannical queen out.

BUT IT'S THE FLAVOUR ♟ IT'S THE FLAVOUR YOU WANT

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  ♟ shorthaired & longhaired black smoke/silver tabby chimera tomkit w/hazel eyes
  ♟ shriek-kit comes off as too trusting and believing what anyone has to say, its very guillible in that aspect, and makes him easy to bully him around. he's very easily influenced and he's never far from his siblings or mothers side.
  ♟ 2 moons old; ages the last day of every month
  ♟ sexuality unknown; too young
  ♟ firstborn son of cygnetstare and gooseberry
  ♟ brother of milkweedkit, gravekit, and heronkit
  ♟ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ♟ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[cottonsprig]

Cottonfang remembers playing kitten games like this - though in her kittenhood, it had been pinning Clans against one another, not individuals of the same Clan. Much less was it a scenario that almost everyone there witnessed first hand. Almost everyone, of course, aside from the very kittens playing about. Cottonfang pins her ears back, minorly discomforted by how quickly their sorrow and pain has become something of a game for the youth - yet the very same moment, she stifles a laugh. Since when did she get so... sad?

She supposes a break wouldn't hurt, and the she-cat leans towards the closest other nearby, "Who do you think will win this time?" she posits, curious on if the kittens will change the outcome of the story.​

 

[RATTLEHEART]

Much like Cottonfang, Rattleheart found himself momentarily struck by how easily the kits of the clan had made the recent horrifying battle into a game. Like the names they were reciting were those of far-off cats from clans that no longer existed, rather than warriors still living and rebuilding things all around them. However, he also finds that he can't be angry at them - or even really all that upset about the scene before him. The little pretend battle was almost comforting, showing how the youth of Windclan would be able to move forward even after everything their elders had been forced to endure. Sootstar would gradually become the vague villain of more childish recitals, instead of the shadowy and brutal menace that she had been for so long. The thought actually brought a smile to his face, the first one free of exhaustion that he had been able to offer up in a while.

Watching as Shriekkit stepped forward and offered to take on the role of his sister, he had to press a paw lightly against his own muzzle to stifle his laughter. "Be careful, Shriekkit. Scorchstreak is quite a lot to live up to." Though he was sure his sister wouldn't quite feel the same, her head seeming to hang more heavy after the battle and the loss of Rumblerain. He knew he'd have to check in on her soon, just to make sure she wasn't blaming herself too much for all that had happened. "I have a feeling Sunstride might end up losing just because of 'his' attitude, if I'm being honest..." Rattleheart muttered softly back to Cottonfang, another bout of laughter slipping easily forth from him. The prospect of Sunstride's loss was far less terrifying when it was merely in a game.
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[ PENNED BY EO ]​