camp DOLL EYES ༺♰༻ RTA

[gravepaw ★]

༺♰༻ Bulging pink eyes water in the light of day, something crestfallen in their expression. They are pitiful as they wander about camp, so tiny you'd not think them anywhere near the verge of apprenticeship. The kit sniffles - once, twice. Bats their too-wide eyes in a manner almost cartoonish. She taps on a cat near her with a single delicate paw. "Um - excuse me." Perhaps they can help in her plight. "Is - is my name scary?"

Her mama thinks it's a very special name, a very important name - but it seems that some clanmates do not agree. She sniffles once again. "I heard someone -" and she's not naming names, because she's being very nice, even if a bit of venom slips in on the word someone - "say that - that - that my name is scary - and I don't like that. Is it scary? Gravekit? Please say no." Does she really want to know? Maybe not. Maybe she just wants someone to tell her that Gravekit is a perfect name and she shouldn't listen to anyone who is mean about it. Is that so wrong? "I don't wanna be scary." She was scary when she scratched Blizzardkit, and she cried about that sooooo hard she thought she'd never stop crying. She doesn't want to be scary, because then everyone will be mad at her.

‎‎┌── MUSCLE TO MUSCLE AND TOE TO TOE ⋅❆⋅ THE FEAR HAS GRIPPED ME BUT HERE I GO ──┐‎

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  GRAVEKIT ♰ they / she, kit of windclan, five moons.
  ⭃ a tiny chimera of black and white fur with bulging pink eyes.
  ⭃ bratty and bitter beneath a sickly-sweet demeanor.
  ⭃ cygnetstare x gooseberry, littermate to shriek-kit, heronkit, & milkweedkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[ferretpaw]

Ferretpaw hasn't spoken to Gravekit in quite some time. Not since becoming an apprentice, at least. She wasn't sure if she considered Gravekit a friend more than someone she got along with out of convenience. It surprises her when the kitten comes along and taps on her shoulder, getting her attention and asking a question. Ferretpaw looks over her shoulder at the grey kitten, and then finally turns to face her.

"Scary? Ferretpaw echoes, and before she can really respond fully, Gravekit gives her the concept. Someone said that 'Gravekit' was a scary name. Ferretpaw opens her mouth to respond, but hesitates. She thinks that, yeah, it is kinda scary; who names their kitten after death? But her former denmate looks like she could burst out crying at any moment, and Ferretpaw (as mean as she has been lately).. can't really bring herself to make that happen. Not to Gravekit.

"Nah," she finally replies casually, as if she hadn't just had a war of inner thoughts. "I actually think it's kinda cool." But Gravekit still looks hopeful.. stars, does she have to elaborate? Lying was hard. She thinks again for a moment - what kind of cat would think 'Grave' sounded cool? "Like.. you know.. like you're super strong or something. Like you're gonna send all the bad guys to their grave or something."

"It could be worst. 'Least you're not named after a little animal like me." Or grass. Or broken. Wow. WindClan had some really weirdly named kittens.
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CHARACTER INFORMATION — ♡ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ♡ — OUT OF CHARACTER

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  ferretkit FERRETPAW ━━ penned by ixora
  ━━ TUNNELER APPRENTICE of WINDCLAN
  ━━ 6 MOONS,, ages every 31st
  ━━ NPC xx NPC
  ━━ SIBLING to GORSEKIT
  ━━ MATE to none | PARENT to none
  ━━ MENTOR to none | MENTORED by MARMOTBITE
  ━━ HEALTH ♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎ | ferretpaw is healthy.​
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[gracklestep]

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The sniveling sound of a kitten in distress isn't one that summons a lot of interest in him but the idea that someone has effectively bullied the child over a name it has no control over... that is an entirely separate matter. An insincere grin finds its way onto sharp features, trotting on stick-thin legs towards the smaller pair with narrow, greedy eyes. "I certainly wouldn't envy being named after death," he answers with a cruel purr that contradicts the unkindness that is hidden in 'friendly' response. Gracklestep is more than aptly named for the dark-feathered bird he trots around like, squawking and fluffing out his feathers to gather attention.

"But I imagine Sunstar will pick a far nicer ending to it than Grave-eater or Gravewatcher... How bizarre would those be?" He deposits it as a question but has no honest interest on if the two agree they are strange (he knows they are). "I'm sure you'll grow into it."​

 

[SCORCHSTAR]

༄༄ The deputy is adept at keeping herself far from the concerns of kits and queens—the nursery is comfortable, and she does not regret her time spent there, but she also does not enjoy the crowding of other queens or the boisterous kits. Of course, she hovers about it frequently, because her sister and her friend call the nursery their residence for now, but when playful kits go trampling by, the calico tends to step out of the way rather quickly. Now, though, she does not move away when she catches sight of Gravekit asking Ferretkit a pitiful-sounding question.

Gravekit seems concerned over how her name is viewed by other WindClanners, something that Scorchstreak herself has never considered. Her own name suits her well, though it is much different from her birth-given name. The deputy’s dappled tail sweeps across the ground, and she settles onto her haunches beside Gracklestep. Golden eyes narrow, attention shifting to the kit. "We use graves to honor our dead. I’m certain your mother wanted to honor you in the same way." She cannot claim to truly know the mindset of her somewhat strange friend, but the calico doubts Cygnetstare would have purposefully named her kits anything cruel. "You will grow into it someday."

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ she’s a growing bed of thorns

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  SCORCHSTREAK ❯❯ she/they, deputy (tunneler) of windclan
  ༄ small, slim flame-streaked calico with fiery golden eyes. stoic and shrewd, but clearly cares deeply for her clan.
  ༄ mate to bluepool ; sibling to rattleheart & rabbitclaw
  ༄ mentor to pinkpaw
  ༄ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ༄ penned by foxlore

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[ROWANPAW]

What was in a name? Some cats were named after their kin, such as Scorchstorm and Bluefrost. Some cats were named after different critters such as Mouseflight and Addervenom. Rowankit could only assume that their own name had something to do with their red-splotched appearance, as they'd been informed that rowan berries were red too. They were content with their title, and there were far worse names to be called in their opinion.

Triangular ears swivel, half-lidded stare flicking toward the sight of Gravekit inquiring worriedly about her name. Their clanmates were quick to reassure the other kit, and after observing for a few moments, they managed to give their input too, "I don't think your name is scary." For whatever their opinion was worth, anyway. "At least your name literally is not Deathkit." There was a kit named Deathkit, actually, and their name was much scarier than Gravekit's. "Or... Bloodkit. Or Gutkit." And, as Scorchstreak mentioned, the idea of a grave did not have to be scary. A grave's purpose was to pay tribute and recognize the fallen. Thinking about what was buried in the grave itself... well, that was a bit creepy. Rowankit was unsure what happened to dead cats when they were covered with soil, and for a moment, they found themselves pondering.

₊ ⋆ * ⊹ ₊ ☾ —— 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙮

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  rowankit
  

  — they/she; kit of windclan
  — a shorthaired black solid/tortoiseshell chimera with heterochromia
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — link to full tags; @ on discord or dm @beaaats for plots!​

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[Grasspaw]

𓆝 . ° ✦ Grasskit listened carefully to the debate going on, wondering who'd even said that to Gravekit in the first place. It's not like she chose it. She'd just been born. He jumped up, an idea forming. "Hey, Gravekit," he mewed, voice bright, "You're like a big, strong and fierce cat, yknow?" He may be misguided in his attempt but, it was an attempt. That had to mean something, right?

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  NAME — HE/HIM ･ 4 MOONS ･ KIT & WINDCLAN ･ PENNED BY TWITCHTAIL

  Small fawn tabby with pale green eyes.
  "speak" thoughts action
  — peaceful, healing, and minor injury powerplay allowed

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[dimmingsun]

Dimmingsun does not flinch away from matters concerning kits — even if that revelation had startled him the first few times. There had been little reason to really care for them back then, much too occupied with battles and greed, much too focused on the muscles rippling underneath toms' pelts rather than any slender she-cat to make the topic of offspring relevant.

He thanks- well, himself or the stars, for molding him into someone softer. Someone who can appreciate the new blooms of life instead of simply focusing on bloodshed on claimed lands. Huge paws and an ever larger frame doesn't stop him from playing with the kits or otherwise caring for them, always mindful of his size and strength... the last thing he'd want is to squish one, not even realizing their frail little bodies underneath him in time.

"I think it's a noble name," comes the rumble when keen eyes and perked ears hear Gravekit's little worries. Duty can wait; there's a kit to comfort. He doesn't pretend to know Cygnetstare's reasonings behind the name, but he at least knows her enough to understand it's not meant to be an insult.

Dimmingsun regards Ferretpaw and Gracklestep with a guarded gaze. They're both notorious for snide remarks, but for once, they hold back... the former more so than the latter. "I'm sure you'll grow to love it. You don't need to concern yourself with whoever dislikes it. It's yours, not theirs." The comment is pointed, and if Gravekit had revealed the transgressor, Dimmingsun's eyes would cut to them like a claw when it finds opposing fur to scratch.
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[Frightpaw]

*+:｡.｡ "My 'Appa said that fierce names are a sign of power!" Frightkit would add, intense pale eyes aglow with confidence. She pads up to stand beside her brother, before grinning toothily at Gravekit. "You and I are gonna be some of Windclan's best warriors, it's practically set in stone!" Fry purrs. Although her name isn't as fierce as being named after the place in which bodies are dumped, she likes to think she and Gravekit still won the unique destiny lottery with their names. Everyone has silly nature or animal-themed names - none of which are interesting enough to talk about! Now something about death or fear - that's a name worthy of legends!

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  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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[RATTLEHEART]

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — The soft, sniffling words of a kit were quick to grab Rattleheart's attention these days, her significant ears perking up as she emerged from the nursery for her daily walk. Walks that had been growing shorter and shorter as the days crawled by, and her children grew closer to joining Gravekit in the nursery. Slow steps carried her over to Gravekit and the crowd that she had attracted, the queen leaning over so that she could touch her noise gently to the tiny chimera's head. "You know, I didn't like my name at first either. Back when Scorchstreak and I first joined Windclan, we had very, very different names. And I rather liked mine, although I never really knew what it meant." Silas and Saoirse. She could still remember both of their monikers, even though neither of them had worn them in many moons. They had been so different from what he was used to now, titles with clearer meanings that carried the spirits of the moors.

Including Gravekit's own, no matter how... morbid it was, in a way.

A light hum left her as she recalled how both she and Scorchstreak had been renamed, a memory somehow untainted by all of the actions that Sootstar had taken afterwards. "At first, I hated the name Rattleheart. I thought it was mocking me... making fun of how anxious I was." Which wasn't wholly inaccurate, considering where the rattle part of things had come from. At the time it had felt even worse, considering how fierce and impressive Scorchstreak had seemed by comparison. "Eventually, though, it felt right for me. I could see the meaning behind it, just like I'm sure eventually your name will come together for you. Maybe it won't be until you have both parts of it, like Gracklestep said." The moor runner had brought up a valid point in that Sunstar would likely give Gravekit a fitting full name in the end, even if his tone made the fur along Rattle's spine stand up.

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
  ❥ 51 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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[SOOTSPOT]

Kittens, malleable and impressionable as they were, were rarely of interest to the tricolour chimera, even the offspring of those who had once shared Sootspot's affiliations did not pique his interest for more than a fraction of time. This one, however, was engaged in a conversation he knew all too well, for the name he shared with his mother still sent shivers down the spines of others who knew its origin. He would like to be as feared as the cheated queen, instead, he saw hatred, an unbreakable wall between himself and redemption that spite would drive him further and further away from. The Tunneler's tongue wasn't painted silver that day, the vulnerability of those who offered their own stories a catalyst for a more honest opinion from the tom. "Sad, moreso than scary," the Tunneler interjected, a sorrowful smile swept across an easily-contorted maw. Snakelike pupils settled on Rattleheart, tufted ears twitching before his attention found Gravekit once more. There was a coo to his words like the quiet call of a mourning dove, though his chest remained puffed out in anticipation of getting to talk about himself.

"When I hear of such vulgar names, I think of parents that do not love their kittens. A name is the first thing you are given, yet you are named after the final thing you shall become." Maybe Gravekit wouldn't understand his dialect, but the adults would, it was more important for them to understand anyhow that he thought little of anyone who'd name their kitten an insult - it was an embarrassment on all of WindClan to let such things stay, even his mother had been wrong to tolerate it. "Rogues like to hide their names, perhaps you shall do the same, if it eases your worries."


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