pafp CIRQUE DE SOLEIL ✧ worm fishing

[iciclefang]

Iciclefang is not the mothering type, and this would not shock any of her Clanmates. Kits are nothing to her but tiny future RiverClan warriors, and it is for that reason the young tortoiseshell seeks her former mentor’s litter out. It’s thrilling to see them develop—little Cicadakit teetering unsteady on the legs he inherited from Cicadastar; Beekit, confident and bubbly; Starlightkit, wearing her name like a badge of honor. She’d wracked her brain for something productive she could do with Smokethroat’s kits, and finally, she remembers a day long ago, when Sablepaw and her littermates had been small. One of them had found a worm, and though it hadn’t been smart enough to understand, Iciclefang had suggested using it for fishing practice.

The sleek young warrior pads into camp with an unsightly wad of squirming worms in her jaws. Her face is streaked with river mud, but her eyes are bright and intense, her tail lifted high behind her. She dumps her mouthful of wriggling fish into one of the shallow puddles gathered in camp, full of riverwater sourced from beneath their camp. She flicks her pale gaze about camp until she finds the gaggle of black and white kits. “Come! Cicadakit, Beekit, Starlightkit!” As her mouth opens, a mud-smeared fang is revealed. She’d never been the type to dig up insects, but she does not fear getting dirty if its for a purpose. “Today, we’re going to fish.” She proudly stands by, white-tipped tail dancing over the surface of the dense little puddle.

The first kit to peer inside will see a bunch of slowly writhing worms at the bottom.

// please wait for at least one: @CICADAKIT @STARLIGHTKIT @BEEKIT

✧ INFO.

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  — iciclekit . iciclepaw . iciclefang
  — she/her ; warrior of riverclan
  — lesbian ; single
  — short-haired tortoiseshell with white markings and ice-blue eyes
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — penned by Marquette
  — chibi by Pin

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[BEEFANG]

( ) Beekit had been pondering what to do and was beginning to try thinking of new games for them to play or just about anything. She was about to suggest exploring one of the other dens but this idea slipped away from her when someone called their names, large ears rotating in the direction of Iciclefang noticing how the mottled molly seemed more 'colorful' than usual. She cast her siblings a quick glance then rose to her paws taking the lead as the shorter of the Cicadastar and Smokethroat kittens would take a few steps before picking up the pace until she reached her father's former apprentice. Beekit would glance up at Iciclefang offering a toothy grin before peering into the water noticing the wriggling bodies of weird wiggly stick creatures, her nose scrunching up in curiosity and interest than that of disgust.

Today, they were going to fish? Were these fish? No, they looked too small to even feed the smallest kitten within Riverclan and she titled her head to the side "What's that? They're so... Weird!" That lopsided grin of hers still present as she dipped a paw into the shallow puddle to briefly brush against the wriggling creatures and drew her little snowy paw back before shaking droplets of puddle water off of it. "Can we eat these like fish too?" Beekit asks with a wrinkle of her nose, she repeats what she had done before not realizing that she could hook one of these things with a claw and a part of her wants to giggle or squeal at these silly little worms touching her paws.

She stares at the shallow puddle once more and finally realizes that she could hook onto one of them with a claw like she did with the mossballs that were scattered within their willow den, Beekit would unsheathe her claws and reached forward once more. She struggled for a good moment or two before her tiny claws sunk into its flesh, Beekit bringing her paw up towards herself but then it slipped off from how much it was wriggling last second "Aw..." Beekit feels disappointed that she had lost it and would turn to her siblings to see if they had followed, she nearly had it. Perhaps if she got another chance surely she could get it. ​

( KILL EM WITH THE MOJO ; CINEMATIC SLO-MO )

 

[Moonbeam]

Though she hadn't been one of the ones that had been called, Ratkit couldn't help but be curious about what was going on and why Iciclefang wanted the attention of not one but three kittens. There weren't many warriors outside of the queens in the nursery that wanted the attention of so many, considering the short attention spans and the high energy of such a crowd, so when the mud covered warrior asked for those called to come forward, the white she-kit followed suit, nose wrinkling slightly as she saw the worms wriggling in the muddy water. She didn't mind getting dirty - she had no reason to at the moment, Ratkit wasn't trying to impress anyone - but the thought of dirty water and worms mixed together made her back away slightly, looking up towards the warrior with eyes squinted for a moment before words finally came from her maw.

"She's trying to trick you," She would speak matter-of-factly, looking towards the three kittens that had been ushered forward, "Those aren't fish, they're worms and they're nasty. Minnows taste much better."

ᓚᘏᗢ …... . . . . ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ

• [ooc]
• ratkit is a three moon old kitten of RiverClan. She is an all white cat with rounded ears and orange eyes. She is currently a weak swimmer, weak hunter, and a weak fighter. She is loyal to RiverClan, is bisexual and is currently NOT looking for a relationship. She is OPEN to plots and private threads, but CLOSED for injuries. PEACEFUL POWERPLAY IS ALLOWED.
• a reference image should go here (I do not have one teehee)

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[iciclefang]

Little Beekit, bright and brave, is the first to waddle close to the water’s edge. Her mismatched gaze is vibrant, flames and frost, and Iciclefang can feel the exuberance waving off her curled pelt. “They are worms,” she informs the little she-kit. “Not real fish, but real fish are much too big to catch.” She watches a white-dipped paw break the surface of the puddle, a fragile claw attempt to pierce a wiggling body and fail.

Can we eat these like fish, too? The tortoiseshell warrior is briefly at a loss for words. “Ah… technically, yes, but…” She can only imagine Cicadastar and Smokethroat would not thank her for that little lesson. “They do not taste good, I can promise you that. These are for practice, Beekit.” She flings her tail out behind her. It curls into a white-tipped question mark. “You did well, there. Try again, but be quick. The longer you take to scoop it out, the more time it has to get free.” Her pale gaze burns like ice into the back of Beekit’s head, as though she can observe her genetic makeup directly.

“Once, Smokethroat taught me this same thing, only it was with real fish.” She smiles, but it disappears as quickly as it comes.

Another kit, pale and copper-eyed, stalks close to them with an expression dripping suspicion. ”She’s trying to trick you,” the young she-kit insists, and Iciclefang frowns. “Trick them? Please. I have better use of my time, thank you.” The child is as small as Cicadastar’s brood, but Iciclefang has never been one to coddle the youth of RiverClan. “The worms aren’t for eating. They’re for practice. Don’t you want to be a skilled fisher one day?”

✧ INFO.

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  — iciclekit . iciclepaw . iciclefang
  — she/her ; warrior of riverclan
  — lesbian ; single
  — short-haired tortoiseshell with white markings and ice-blue eyes
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — penned by Marquette
  — chibi by Pin

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[CICADAFLIGHT]

✦₊ ⊹—— he's been doing nothing, something he simultaneously loves and hates—he does not enjoy being left alone with his frenzied mind, nothing but thoughts to keep him occupied. and yet, he also does not like it when one of his siblings or another drags him from where he prefers to lurk beneath nodding reeds and rope him into some kitten game or another. today, though, it's not one of his fellow kits that call him forth from where he lingers—it's a full-fledged warrior, his father's old apprentice, iciclefang. a dull glance to confirm it's him she calls to (as though anyone else would carry the weight of his name) and he's trailing after beekit as he usually is, reaching the puddle after her on unsteady long limbs he still can't seem to control on land.

beekit reaches into the puddle, nearly scoops out one of the things that writhes at the curve of its basin—they initially make his muzzle twist in disgust, a crooked tail flicking in disturbance at the things. his sister is grinning cheerfully for reasons he cannot comprehend as one of the other kits outside his own little family wanders up too, sharply correcting that iciclefang is trying to trick them. he fixes ratkit with a dark stare but remains silent, iciclefang rising to the occasion and naming the things 'worms' and returning ratkit's matter-of-fact tone.

"i do," he murmurs in response to her question of whether the kits would like to be skilled fishers. he brushes past his sister, peers into the muddy puddle; a too-long limb reaches forth, swings into its depths to hook a writhing shape on curved claws. unlike beekit, he scoops it out successfully—and smashes it into the ground with far more force than necessary, expecting it to gout crimson over his paw like his own nose had. not so; it squishes pathetically, leaving pinkish paste on his pawpad that he hurries to wipe off.

I AM GOD (✦) 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑰 𝑵𝑬𝑬𝑫 𝑻𝑶 𝑩𝑬 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑶𝒀𝑬𝑫

• ooc: ——
  
• disclaimer: it's important to note that cicadakit is not always in a stable state of mind. his view of the world may not always be accurate to objective reality, which may include seeing things that are not genuinely there, reading motivations or thoughts from actions that are not actually implied, and making assumptions or jumping to conclusions. this is not an attempt at metagaming, powerplaying, or mischaracterization, and is not legitimately true or correct to reality or what your characters actually think or believe.
  
  it will always be noted in the post if he is seeing something that isn't actually there. all opinions & thoughts are ic only and do not reflect my thoughts and opinions as a writer.
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  — cicadakit
  — he/him ; kit of riverclan ; 2 ☾s
  — "speech" ; thoughts ; attacks
  — penned by dejavu
  

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[lichenstar]

It should serve as no real surprise that she might take a quick shining to what is basically the summation of Smokethroat's most reserved affections. She was already well loved for her keen senses and had been rewarded for it with a ceremony earlier than the rest of her litter-mates. So... why wouldn't she reach out a paw in open invitation to offer her young expertise to her mentor's new most-beloved beings?

Sitting quietly with a watchful, nervous gaze, it is not because of an imagined incompetence of Iciclefang that she is skittish but rather, just a constant, bubbling paranoia since Otterpaw had nearly drowned trying to swim in the river's relentless currents. It was shallower yes... highly unlikely anyone would get swept away in its current state but the nagging idea never ceased, even with just a silly little puddle full of worms.

Ratkit is quick to identify this as a ruse- no fishing, just worming... It is a miscalculation on the young molly's part to not have identified it quite so truthfully but no great deceit is intended, clearly. She is quick to brush off the accusation, sparking an amused purr from the blue-striped figure before Cicadakit offers a.... gross display of misunderstood strength.

"You could eat them if you were a bird," but that is about the only creature they know of that would waste the time with those wriggling pink things... "Iciclefang will be a great teacher as long as you listen, Ratkit... No need to assume the worst." The minnow comment... not technically wrong either. Maybe if they all managed to catch a worm, Lichentail could go dig one up for the kittens to share as a treat.​

 

[iciclefang]

She wonders if Cicadakit is what their leader had looked like at two moons old. The poor thing is unfortunately-proportioned, his limbs all joints, sticking out like reeds in a badly-woven nest (she would know). Iciclefang watches him amble over, looking more spider than kit. His mismatched eyes are like his sister’s, one frost, one fire, but his tone is sullen and devoid of the energy Beekit carries. The tortoiseshell is somehow reminded of her littermate, Fernpaw—certainly there are similarities. Fernpaw had been nearly as unsightly as this poor scrap is.

She gives him a little nod when he tells her he wants to be a great fisher. The young she-cat gives Ratkit a half-triumphant look, then skims a white-tipped paw over the surface of the puddle. It shimmers, despite the clots of mud disturbed by Beekit’s searching claws. “Why don’t you try, Cicadakit? Your sister was close. Can you beat her? Show us how a RiverClan warrior fishes.”

Iciclefang’s ears angle back at Lichentail’s approach, and her expression remains guarded—but the lead warrior seems to be in decent spirits, and their jest seems to be good-natured. She relaxes and dips her head to the blue-pointed warrior. “Right.” She takes this as endorsement of her endeavors to teach the kits to fish, and she turns expectantly back to Smokethroat’s kits.

✧ INFO.

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  — iciclekit . iciclepaw . iciclefang
  — she/her ; warrior of riverclan
  — lesbian ; single
  — short-haired tortoiseshell with white markings and ice-blue eyes
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — penned by Marquette
  — chibi by Pin

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[BEEFANG]

( ) Her mismatched gaze turns to the pale kitten and can't help but frown, Ratkit starts telling her that Iciclefang is tricking her though the small molly is unsure if she should trust the word of a kitten over a warrior. "Minnows taste much better." Beekit's large ears would flick to the side as she realizes that she had never had a minnow before or one yet anyways so she decides to trust Ratkit's word on this but turns her attention back to Iciclefang as she starts to speak. "Worms... I think I like worms." She thinks to herself before focusing on what the older molly said to her about being quicker or the worms would slip out of her grasp "Okay! I can do that!" She pipes out confidently though she catches the movement of something lanky and long limbed walking in their direction, she turns her head to see that it was her brother. He was definitely... Shaped. Although, Beekit did not know if everyone else was the wrong proportions or if Cicadakit was.

Perhaps when she became an apprentice and got to go on patrols, she could see if the other clan cats were just as odd as her younger brother. An odd fawn born snuck in amongst kittens. She offers a little chirps of greeting before her pupils widen watching as her brother snatched up a worm and crushed it against the ground, Beekit blinked her eyes a few times to process what had just happened "Eeew. You got worm gloop on yoou! You killed it!" She can't help but burst into a fit of giggles watching him try to get rid of the worm guts off of his paw and turns to see that Lichentail had joined them, she offers them a toothy grin. Right. Only birds ate worms.

She nods only to focus onto the shallows where the worms wriggled and she lifts up a snowy paw once more, her pupils narrowing in the slightest and she swipesforward managing to hook one of the worms onto her needle-like claws and brought it forth from the water letting it fall onto the ground near her. The dark molly finds her smile growing wider as she glances up at Iciclefang hnable to help but bounce on her paws eagerly "I did it!" Before turning to her brother and piping out "We'll be skilled fishers in no time!"​

( KILL EM WITH THE MOJO ; CINEMATIC SLO-MO )