camp DEATH IS THE ULTIMATE OUTCOME [✦] skull

[CICADAFLIGHT]

✦₊ ⊹—— he is idly at play by the river's shallows when he spots it. in a matter of sunrises he will be out and (he hopes) swimming in that river himself, but for now he is limited to spending time by its shallows, tantalized by the glittering depths. fading nightmares have done nothing to dissuade the boy from the river that seems to draw him in, to beckon with its cool and careless currents - the way it moves his limbs and cleans his curls for him, in his few supervised forays into its camp-bound shallows. apprenticeship is a terrifying concept with a single bright spot—the fact that he will have (relatively) unlimited access to the water he's been named the prince of, the water his father rules over with an iron fist. for now, he spends time gazing longingly at the foamy shore and dreaming of cold depths.

today, though, what catches his attention is not the water but what rests within it. half-speared onto the pebbly bank, half-resting in the pearly foam that grasps at the sand like a desperate paw, is a foreign shape. creeping closer in a rattle of jutting bones and coiled vertebra, he dares to touch it. locking new teeth around the spiked thing reaching towards the sky, a burst of wastrel strength stretched too-thin over bony joints with hereditary power and it's freed from the thin grasp of the sand, the boy scrambling backwards as he drops it. he wouldn't know what it is yet, does not know what it is yet - it's a skull, to any feline old enough to recognize it, a strangely shaped one at that.

to cicadakit, though, it's merely a strange gift of the river. it is pale and scraped clean by the waters, unbroken surface ridged to his venturing paw—its sloped shape echoes his father's muzzle and his own, and he almost feels a kinship to this odd river treasure. strange curved and spiking things spiral out from where its ears should be, unfamiliar to the boy and drawing his curiosity. innocent fun sparkles in his two-toned eyes as he scrapes a paw over its surface, a rare moment of childlike wonder for the kit who rarely appears his age.

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

• ooc: he found a deer skull with its antlers attached at the riverbank :-)
  
• 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 ; 3 ☾s
  — "speech" ; thoughts ; attacks
  — penned by dejavu
  

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[BEEFANG]

₊· ͟͟͞͞➳˚❥ Beekit can feel their apprenticeship nearing soon and her stomach does a few flips as she wanders about camp, she doesn't know what to do as she has played every game that she could possibly think of from the top of her head and wonders if she should ask Starlightkit if they have any ideas. Her attention wavering over to her gangly brother who seems to be pulling something strange from the shallows of the waters and she can't help but tilt her head in utter confusion, the smoke molly draws near with her tail brushing lightly against the ground before she arrives with a smile present on her maw. She remains silent watching his childlike wonder with owl sized eyes, she feels like she can see a part of him that's been hidden away from her and wishes to be there for this moment.

Finally, she turns her mismatched gaze to the skull once more wanting to run her paw over it as well and can't help but notice that it's almost similar to the facial structure of her father and brother. Beekit hums quietly breaking the silence starting to imagine her littermate with the odd spikes on the creatures head. She decides that it's a funny and unsettling thought in her brain but turns to Cicadakit before speaking quietly "What do you think it was?" Finally, she gives in as she strokes a snowy paw over the smooth surface of the skull and tilts her head to the side once more as if to closely examine it. It was beautiful in a way. ​

[ KILL EM WITH THE MOJO, CINEMATIC SLO-MO ]​

 

[CARP-PAW]

FIGHTING IT IS HOPELESS ————————————​

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"Woah."

Carppaw's words echoed as she drew to a stop from climbing out of the water. She had barely begun to swim, thank Starclan that Snakeblink was letting her, and she seemed to be doing okay. It wasn't as if it was a siren's call for it like it was to the river prince, but she still had fun regardless! It was mostly work. Her muscles burning and churning against the water, her eyes squinted against the tide as she searched for food. This was, of course, despite the fact that she was going after food and it swam faster then her.

Patience. She could almost hear her mentor chiding her now, but she shook her head, knocking herself out of her stupor. The ivory skull that sat between the two kits, almost as big as them too. She drew closer, repeating herself. "Woah. I have no idea. It... it had to be huge, though." Carppaw said, her eyes searching the skull as if it could provide answers in the state it was in.

"speech"
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[carawaysong]

carawaykit notices beekit drawing to the river's edge, her interest piqued as carppaw followed. something really good must be there to bring a busy apprentice over to witness. the tabby nearly stumbles over her paws as she races over, stopping to stare in awe at the ivory object.

smooth, but not like a fish. much larger than a fish too, as carppaw does not fail to point out. huge she says, carawaykit might have used the word ginormous. she barely even notices cicadakit as he studies it, too enamored with the all too big bone.

seriously, where in starclan did this come from? carawaykit leans back on her hind legs, paws shooting to try and touch the top of it's scary horns. just barely does a claw brush them. "huge," she echoes, tail waving excitedly. "maybe it came from a big fish, and it uses the trees on it's head to defend itself from even bigger fish!" that had to be right. how else would it end up in the river? but, that also meant that there were fish bigger than this one out there somewhere, just waiting to scoop her up for a snack. carawaykit's paws shift away from the shoreline at the thought.

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• CARAWAYKIT ✧ she/her, kit of riverclan, two moons
  ➺ carawaykit is a pretty longhaired silver tabby kitten with green eyes and a lithe frame. born into riverclan, she loves her home and has a deep fascination with becoming a warrior to provide for it. a highly spirited and adventurous kitten, she enjoys playing games and pushing boundaries.
  ➺ willowroot x poppysplash ↛ sister to bumblekit, tidekit, mosspaw, hazepaw, antlerpaw, and buckpaw
  ➺ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ➺ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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