camp COLORS OF UNDERDARK | intro, playing

[BLOODWING]

'Enjoy yourself... don't eat the snow, it tastes like soggy leaves'. They had been the words their mother had shared with them when they first ventured out into the big wide world (ShadowClan's camp) by themselves, and they were words that she remembered as she stared down an obstacle to that enjoyment. When she had roughhoused thin air in the clearing, she had tripped over it, earning the chuckles of the few clanmates that had paid her any mind. She had landed on her belly with an 'oof' and the scramble of long limbs that tried to fight against gravity and it had been then when she decided that she would not stand to be insulted in front of ShadowClan. Bloodkit got to her paws and turned her head. Her opponent stood opposite her, a sentinel as the world spun around it, mocking her with sunken eyes and thin teeth. Her little form seemed to puff out to twice its size as her fur stood to attention, hissing so much that a little pile of drool had begun to form at her auburn paws. The sound was not aggressive, each whistle was accompanied by little fits of giggle under a staggered breath.

She'd tripped over a clump of matted moss, its gaze just two holes where another's claws had sunk into it, its gnashers just strands of other flora that had wriggled loose from its cage. A blood fued with a mossball... it seemed legitimate, all heroes had to start somewhere - she bet that Sprucepaw had done the same. Bloodkit stood upright apart from the wriggle of her haunches, expressing a desire to leap before her brain had even caught up. A squeak erupted from the very depths of her lungs, her first battle cry. "I'LL SHRED YOU TO MOUSEDUST, CROWFOOD!" The tabby charged, piercing the mossball on her forepaws and somersaulting with it. When she landed on her spine, she pretended the almighty moss had landed a precise blow, and began writhing in 'pain'. Bloodkit gave an almighty kick with her hindlegs and set the mossball careening through the air, the kitten hopping up after her opponent with a wily grin upon her reddish maw. It was an expression that only faltered as she scanned the horizon before her, orange eyes wide with grief. The mossball lay only a mouse length behind her, but object permanence was not something that had developed yet.

"What? Where'd it go?"
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[Snowlark.]

[ ༻❄༺ ] Snowpaw had just returned from a patrol when her gaze landed onto Bloodkit in the midst of the clearing, flailing a mossball around before she managed to fling it behind her and started to look around in confusion. A snort and a roll of her eyes the apprentice walk pass the kit before attempting to fling the moss ball at Bloodkit's head "there" she stated coolly. She made sure not to fling it hard that it would hurt but enough that it still hit the kit. Her stumpy tail twitched before turning to look down at the other.

The kit's birth was a bit of an unfortunate one, Ferndance had slipped out of camp to give birth and a Fox decided to attempt to make a meal at the little things as well as the queen, only for Sprucepaw to sacridice herself for these pieces of scraps. Of course, they would hear tales of the heroic deeds of the apprentices and not the horrific truths. Ferndance had been irresponsible and had led to the death of a future warrior. Of course not only that, Bloodkit and her siblings were a cause of more stress in the clan especially with the scarcity of prey now due to leaf-bare.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── You've wasted your life , but thanks for applying ──┐‎

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  Snowpaw ❄ She/Her, apprentice of Shadowclan, 4 moons.
  ⭃ Lithe long hair blue lynx sepia with high white, and yellow eyes. Stubby tail, permanent resting bitch face
  ⭃ Hailfreckle x Mudsplash
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[ROOSTERSTRUT]

It was fun to watch the kits play. They hadn't a care in the world, completely oblivious to everything around them, always focused on one thing — play, milk, attention. Roosterstrut, having recently returned from a hunt, was glad to take a break and watch casually as Bloodkit faced a worthy opponent — the mossball.

He remained quiet as soon as Bloodkit lost sight of her enemy, willing to let the tot figure it out for herself, until Snowpaw chucked it right at her noggin. Roosterstrut blinked in surprise. Well, perhaps Snowpaw had not meant to be so rough. Or maybe she had something going on and was simply distracted. He would let her mentor handle it if needed, but right now, he wanted to focus on Bloodkit. It didn't appear that the hit had hurt much, if it all, anyway.

Getting to his paws and padding over, the red tabby mrrowed in greeting, "You'll start your training in no time, Bloodkit." Bloodkit... Roosterstrut still didn't quite understand the reasoning behind such an odd name; he personally would never name his own kit something so gory-sounding, but to each their own. Besides, Ferndance had always been an enjoyer of the unorthodox. "Then your enemies won't stand a chance." He smirks. Stars, who knew that Ferndance would make such cute faces? While many members of the clan looked upon the litter as a burden upon their resources, Roosterstrut only saw an overload of adorableness. Besides, what's done was done. Who would they be to turn their noses up to Ferndance and the innocent youths, especially in leafbare?

₊ ⋆ * ⊹ ₊ ☾ —— 𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙚𝙧

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  ✰ ROOSTERSTRUT
  —— he/him; warrior of shadowclan
  —— heteroflexible; single
  —— red tabby tom with long hair and pale green eyes
  —— "speech", thoughts, attack
  —— link to full tags; @ on discord for plots.
  —— penned by beatles

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[THORNPAW]

Finally, she had been relieved of her duties, said tasks being trailing after her new mentor awkwardly. Thankfully, he was a relatively good cat but she still struggled to move out of her comfort zone with the older cat. Having been on the same patrol as Snowpaw the blonde she-cat had trailed close by. Quietly watching as the peculiar kit bounced about and shouted at a mossball. A frown fixated firmly on her muzzle as her denmate flung it towards their face.

She didn't understand the others tenacity for being rude but made no effort to intervene. Not because she wouldn't but it seemed Roosterstrut had beat the paw' to the punch. Chiming in with his usual gusto and air of camaraderie. Thornpaw had not been present for the birth of Ferndance's litter but their bloody beginnings certainly hadn't been forgotten. Still, she couldn't in good conscious blame the kits for their parents actions. Intently, the two-toned feline pushed said thoughts out of her mind.

Willing herself forward the hefty she-kit aimed to lightly whack the side of Snowpaw with her tail. Casting them a knowing look of 'play nice' before tossing her bi-colored gaze back to Bloodkit and Roosterstrut. Putting on a small smile hoping to cast off her earlier dismay. Softly, she addressed the kit with mirth in her tone. "I certainly wouldn't want to be on the end of your claws after what you did to that poor mossball." Rarely did she indulge in lightheartedness but the situation felt warranted.​

 

[Quietpaw]

The roudy play caused the dark feline to spin his head in curiousity, the mossball had seemed to meet its match well. Except for when gravity had proven unfair to all ages. It was entertaining to watch despite his blank stare that narrowed as it went on further. He hadn't seen such enthusiastic play but neither had he touched a mossball or partook in a lot of play as a kit. It was almost odd to him and even more so to have such a full imagination. The kit had enthusiasm to grow up atleast to sink her claws and teeth in whatever enemy got in her way. Atleast he hoped she grew to be that way. It seemed at times the clan was too soft, more brutes were needed in his eyes. Softness led to disaster is what he had begun to believe.

Thornpaw encouraged the behavior which made Quietpaw nod in agreement. He wouldn't be the one partially lying to the kit but anything to keep that attitude and behavior going. Even if it was a little nod.
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[Bonechill.]

*+:｡.｡ Bonekit's eyes flashed when the moss ball that had alluded his sister was then shot back to wack her in the head. No, it most certainly wouldn't hurt her - not someone as tough as Bloodkit - but the act alone made Bonekit's blood boil. Still, before he could wander over and bite Snowpaw's tail, Thornpaw mitigated the conflict before it could even happen, easing Bonekit's temper by dealing the older girl the same punishment she gave Bloodkit.
Snorting, Bonekit would refocus, then, on his sister.

Bonekit isn't big on play-wrestle or chaotic antics as much as his siblings are. He likes the quiet of laying tucked against his mother's tummy or sitting at the mouth of the nursery, people-watching more than anything. But as defacto big brother and litter protector, ensuring his siblings never have to play alone is one of his most important roles.
So the tyke rolls his shoulders, crouches down, and aims to sprint at his sister, aiming to tackle @BLOODKIT and hopefully steal away the moss ball from her!. It's no fun playing alone, and as appreciative as he is that none of his clanmates - save for Snowpaw - messed with his sister, treating her like a spectacle isn't much better.

But Bonekit isn't about to hold back just because he's meant to protect his sister. No, no, he trusts Bloodkit can hold her own just fine, especially with her larger size, so Bonekit is aiming to win.

*+:｡.｡ Updated 12/15/23

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  GENERAL:
  ☠ Shadowclan — Kit
  ☠ DMAB— He/Him — Unsure
  ☠ 3 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ☠ Son to Ferndance x Needledrift
  ☠ Brother to Bloodkit, Shadekit, Snowkit
  
  
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☠Physically easy | mentally hard
  ☠ Attack in bold #738171
  injuries: None currently

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