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[Puddlepaw.]

I WANT TO BELONG
LIKE THE BIRDS IN THE TREES ​

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puddlekit & 02 moons & demi-girl & she/they & windclan kit ​

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In all honesty, Puddlekit doesn't really understand what's going on. Doesn't understand why the warriors are running around and fussing, why she's not supposed to leave the nursery. Mismatched eyes are wide and round as she watches in silence from 'her' little corner - a tiny notch in the walls of the nursery den that she's long since claimed her own. There's a strange smell in the air - or more of a taste really, if smells can have such a thing. It leaves lungs aching and tongue bitter, ash and smoke and charr flooding her senses. Still, despite the tinge of grey and yellow that has begun to creep into the air like strangely colored fog, she seems content to fuss about and play, ignoring the sense of panic in the air. Humming quietly to herself, she rolls her little pebble back and forth - a round little rock, plain and dull grey though it may be it's rough surface feels nice against her paw. It's not quite a game she's playing, more a strange sort of meditation as she people watches - taking in everything and nothing all at once. Perhaps, if she stares long enough, hums hard enough, the sudden strangeness will make sense.

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B L U E B I R D S ━ F O R E V E R ━ C O L O U R ━ T H E ━ S K Y

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[RATTLEHEART]

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — As happy as she was to have her children on the way, Rattleheart had to admit that she hated this part of things. The part where she felt almost useless during the state of emergency that was rapidly encroaching on Windclan. She was rapidly becoming used to shying away from danger, not out of fear for herself, but out of fear for the little ones growing inside of her. Though the lead warrior knew she could hardly complain - especially with how much both she and Venomstrike had wanted this - she also made no effort to brush away the frustration.

Instead she just stewed in it, practically hiding away within the nursery as she kept a watchful eye over the huge amount of kits that their clan currently had. Kits that she had to be prepared to help with evacuating if things took a turn for the worse - though she honestly wasn't sure how things could get much worse than a sky filled with smoke. The tunneler forced herself to tear her pale gaze away from it, instead turning to focus on the others around her. Including the silent form of Puddlekit nearby, her silent meditation catching Rattleheart's attention in comparison to the rambunctious kits that she was used to. "Puddlekit? Are you doing alright?" There wasn't anything that seemed immediately off about them, but she was being especially cautious as of late when it came to checking in. Making sure the little ones were okay through everything that was going on.

THE RIGHTEOUS HAND OF GOD 𓆩♡𓆪 THE DEVIL THAT YOU FORGOT

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  ❥ longhaired black and white tom with pale green eyes
  ❥ 50 moons old; ages the 1st every month
  ❥ afab; uses he/she/they pronouns
  ❥ homosexual homoromantic; mated to venomstrike
  ❥ sibling to scorchstreak, lizardbounce, and rabbitclaw
  ❥ currently mentoring downypaw
  ❥ somewhat difficult to befriend; wary but kind
  ❥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ❥ all opinions are ic

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[Brackenpaw]

While Brackenkit would normally relish in listening to the older cats of the clan bicker they had to admit that it was getting irritating in such a stressful time. A lot of things were irritating lately, how thick the air was, the small wheeze that a lot of cats were carrying with each breath these days, the way her eyes stung all the time. The smell was annoying too, it clung to their nostrils and their tongue more than the ash that was being carried through the wind had clung to her fur. The nursery wasn't truly a place of refuge from it, the smell carried in here still and their eyes still stung. It was relatively quieter though, at least the other kits of the clan weren't acting weird.

It only was relatively quiet because there had been a soft hum going for a while now. Their big ears would constantly flick to the sound while they tried to clean the ash off of them. Eugh, gross, now it was ALL that they could taste. She could always move, the humming wouldn't be so prevalent if Brackenkit wasn't sitting so close to Puddlekit but they were nothing if not stubborn, they liked where they were sitting just fine. She didn't know why the humming was slowly becoming likely to go on the list of things that were irritating lately. It was less likely the humming and more the situation around them had them on edge but she didn't understand looking at the bigger picture, not like that anyways.

“Can you at least change up your humming?” As much as the calico would like to have a little bite to her words they never could seem to muster it around other kits. Sure one could tell from the tone that she was annoyed but it came across as tired more so than aggression. She set down her paw, giving up on attempting to clean the ash and instead fixated her attention on the pebble that Puddlekit had been rolling. Curiosity got the better of her and she found her own pebble, mimicking the younger kit's action. Surely there's some kind of reason for playing with it and she was determined to find it. Aside from the feeling of it under their paw, which they found quite nice. She looked up from her own scavenged pebble and back to Puddlekit "what are you doing anyways?”

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‎‎ ‎┌── Im just a dog ⸙ with no bite ──┐‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

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• BIOGRAPHY
  ✩ they/she, kit of Windclan, five moons (ages on the 22nd)
  ⭃ Speech, thoughts, attacking
  ⭃ a lithe and fragile looking calico that looks like they still need to grow into her ears
  ⭃ easy to befriend other kits, gradually harder to befriend every rank after that
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Juice ↛ @/ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  ⭃ All opinions are IC!! Bracken is a little hater
  

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[Puddlepaw.]

I WANT TO BELONG
LIKE THE BIRDS IN THE TREES ​

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puddlekit & 02 moons & demi-girl & she/they & windclan kit ​

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Rattleheart voices concern for the girl, and wide eyes turn from the warriors running about the camp and onto the now-queen instead. " The air tastes funny, " she says slowly, after a minute - or two, or three - of staring at the lead warrior, shrugging her shoulders as she looks away. It's a non answer, but to her its the only one she has. Is she okay, when nothing isokay anymore? Things are weird, and strange, and while she normally likes the strange and weird, she doesn't really like this. " Starclan is mad at us, " it's an ominous statement - only made less serious by her tiny frame and the quiet squeak of her still kittenish voice. All the while, she doesn't really stop moving her pebble - fidgeting and fussing about.

her denmate seems to take offence to her humming, which thankfully for them both rattleheart has already interrupted, her tuneless song petering out into nothingness. Still, it's only fair to answer her friends question, silly as it is. Tiny tabby frame rolls sideways, until face is far to close to the other girls and they're all but nose to nose. " I can't Brackenkit - if I did that, how would I keep all my thoughts in my head? They like the noise, " she says, tone utterly serious as she nods as though to emphasize her point. " I was thinking. Thoughts. About things. Stuff. " honestly, she's already forgotten whatever thought had been fluttering around her mind like a frantic hummingbird, distracted by questions and conversations instead. " Thats a nice rock, "

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[Frightpaw]

*+:｡.｡ As the cats around her conversed, Frightkit would busily be completing her little task. Pawing together bits of moss from the nests around her, she'd carefully squish it together into a ball, before stomping it flat with her paws. A small sheet was her goal, and when she'd completed it, she would announce her accomplishment with a cry of, "DONE! " Picking up her souvenir, the girl would bound over to Rattleheart, before, and without warning, aiming to throw the sheet of moss on Rattleheart's face. "You're welcome! " she exclaims, figuring her efforts to safeguard Rattleheart from the smoke with a mouth covering of moss didn't need further explaining - so she didn't! Instead, wiping her paws clean of the assault, she turns to face her fellow denmates.

Brackenkit was whining about the humming, and Puddlekit was whining about wanting to hum. What a conundrum! She doesn't care either way, as the humming didn't bother her - so Brackenkit is obviously being a baby about nothing - and instead focuses on Puddlekit's earlier statement. " Starclan can't be mad at us, we didn't do anything wrong! " Frightkit would laugh, patting Puddlekit's head like she's seen queens do to troublesome kittens. Which Puddlekit was. Because lying is bad. Especially when it isn't funny. " I think that Thunderclan must've tootedd so bad that they sent up a big cloud in the sky, and it blocked the sun before coming back down! And that's why everything smells so bad! " she nods, amused by her own prediction - made more sense than Starclan, anyway.

" Your thoughts come out if you stop singing? I wanna hear your thoughts! " Frightkit gasped, awed by the idea of someone's brain being exposed to the elements. Probably not what Puddlekit meant, but now Frightkit had to know! " c'mon, share your thoughts, I wanna hear 'em! " she squeaks, aiming to grab at Puddlekit's mouth with her paws, hoping to hold her jaws shut long enough to see where her thoughts would even come from.

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  " Speech "
  
  
  GENERAL:
  ☾ Frightkit
  ☾ DFAB— She/Her — Unsure
  ☾ 2 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ☾ Windclan Kit
  ☾ Sister to Deathkit, Witherkit, Grasskit, Whitekit and Midnightkit
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☾Physically very easy | mentally very easy
  ☾ Attack in bold #1b1e21
  injuries: None

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[Brackenpaw]

For a moment Brackenkit does consider that Starclan is mad at them specifically, they must be using Puddlekit as some kind of conduit to personally try and bother them. That’s what she considers as the tiny kit is all but nose to nose with them. Unfortunately for Starclan though this clearly present plan to bother the calico was a failure of an attempt. Against all odds they found Puddlekit endearing, she enjoyed how weird they were.

Even if the humming did annoy them she would just make plans to spend time around the kit that didn’t involve humming. They stare at her with a blank expression, before blinking and finding themself laughing at the absurd statements from both Puddlekit and Frightkit. They had decided that the idea of the smoke being because Thunderclan ‘tooted’ was ridiculous. Brackenkit couldn’t even start to think about how dumb that is, they glanced at Rattleheart, did the new queen think the same? If he didn’t and agreed with Frightkit then she had decided they’re even dumber than the kit.

“You keep all your thoughts in your head by being quiet. Humming isn’t going to keep them in.” They stated in an attempt to be blunt but her giggling had defeated that purpose. The giggling died down as they watched Frightkit attempt to pry Puddlekits thoughts out of her head. Surely she wasn’t that… dumb? Oblivious? What word could they even use here? There was a moment of disbelief as they watched her attempts to physically hear someone else's thoughts. Setting her rock aside she gently nudged Frightkit's side.

"Didn't you hear what happened to that elder who tried to listen to others thoughts by force?" They asked as they were hoping to distract her enough with the start of a story so that her train of thought would no longer be one of potential torment. Wherever they succeed or fail they push their rock towards Puddlekit in an attempt to move the conversation along further “did you want it? I can find another rock.”

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‎‎ ‎┌── Im just a dog ⸙ with no bite ──┐‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

• 
  ooc.
  

• 

• BIOGRAPHY
  ✩ they/she, kit of Windclan, 6 moons (ages on the 22nd)
  ⭃ Speech, thoughts, attacking
  ⭃ a lithe and fragile looking calico that looks like they still need to grow into her ears
  ⭃ easy to befriend other kits, gradually harder to befriend every rank after that
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Juice ↛ @/ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  ⭃ All opinions are IC!! Bracken is a little hater
  

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