camp DREAM A LITTLE DREAM ⭃ kit-only cheer up party

[LITTLEPAW]

༻ ♥༺ What had happened with Coltkit had sent everyone into a tizzy it felt, or perhaps her mothers and the other adults' anger had made the whole ordeal feel so big.
In any case, the sight of her denmate was nearly too much to bear with his eyes bulging with tears and nose runny. For what? Something he had no control of. While the adults emptied the nursery to deal with whatever grown-ups had to deal with, ever-trembling paws would reach for her small stash of feathers, blooms, and other trinkets. Coltkit was still awfully sad, and while it had been nerve-racking, Littlekit had been able to gather some of the other kits to join her in her cause. When she approached Coltkit at the helm of the clowder of kittens, her maw trembles as it parts, golden optics forced to his paws rather than his teary-stained eyes. “I’m s-sorry that mean wa-warrior hurt, uhm, your feelings.” The chimera girl begins with a verbal stumble, teeth finding security in the soft skin of her inner cheek as she worked through her nerves. “I don’t t-think where you come from m-m…matters. You’re as ThunderClan a-as I am.” Her attempt at a small smile is meek, but evident. “We uhm… we all t-think so…” pushing her heap of trinkets towards her denmate, Littlekit’s lips purse for a moment. “I was w-wondering if a game of-erm- of dress up… would help you feel… better?” Despite her stutter, the kittens tone is earnest, and she finally forces her eyes off of the ground to give him a proper stare.

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  PLEASE WAIT FOR @COLTKIT , then any kit is free to have been wrangled in / join :)
  
  

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  LITTLEKIT ✩ she/her, kit of thunderclan, 4 moons.
  ⭃ Amber-eyed, dense-furred chocolate smoked she-kit with black ribboning stretching across her face, foreleg, and tail.
  ⭃ daughter of Roeflame && Burnstorm ࿏ sister to Beetlekit && Dovekit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[COLTPAW]

The older cats had gathered into a clump of multicolored fur and big legs, impenetrable to Coltkit even if he'd wanted to get in—which he didn't. He sits on the ground near the nursery, outsize white paws planted between his overlong hind limbs. The kit's small lower lip still wobbled with the aftershocks of Ravenstrike's words and the dregs of the older ones of Redflower, tiny dark spots on the dusty earth marking where droplets of salt had rolled over the tabby - tracks on his cheek. Disgusting kittypet, she'd said, and Coltkit looses a choked sob despite himself. I'm not di . . . disgusting. He wraps his fluffy tail around his paws, forepaws kneading the earth to console himself as he tried to sniffle the choking lump in his throat away.

" Hu—Huh? " the boy hiccups when Littlekit's brown forepaws appear in his lowered vision, slightly blurry in the tear - soreness of his eyes. His head is heavy and achey with the aftermath of his meltdown, as though a lump of mud were plastered to the front of his skull, pulling it ever - downward—but he remembers Ivorykit's words and yanks his head up, tiny mouth setting in a defiant line, as if expecting Littlekit to join in on the torment ( even though the chimera's never been anything but nice ). Off - hued lashes flutter in a series of shocked blinks at her meek kindness, and he swipes the back of a white paw across his eyes.

" It's okay, " he mrrows, trying to sound cool and strong and un - weak, even though his small meow still trembles a little. Blue eyes round, saucer - like, and he rubs at his tearstained cheeks again, finding the flow of fresh salt finally dammed forever ( or at least he wishes ). " Really? " he replies hopefully, Littlekit's reassurance that he was as ThunderClan as she was a balm to his small soul.

" Yeah, " he meows, brightening a little, " yeah! " Coltkit glances at his denmate for confirmation and then pokes at her pile of supplies with one mittened paw, earnest blue eyes meeting Littlekit's hesitant stare. Cupping a delicate blue blossom between oversized mitts as carefully as he can manage ( recently, he's found himself to be too big for a lot of stuff, for some reason? ), Coltkit sniffles a last time as he tries to poke it into the fur behind one floppy ear without crushing it, without much success.

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[LIGHTNINGKIT]

LIGHTNINGKIT . of . THUNDERCLAN

2 moons old (born 07.08.24) / lh silver tabby with green eyes / feminine pronouns
raccoonstripe xx nightbird / little sister to bayingkit, twilightkit, tigerkit, & stormkit

She doesn't know why Coltkit is so upset, but she wishes he'd stop being so loudly upset. He keeps making weird noises, and Lightningkit wonders if he's leaking from his eyes. She really wouldn't be surprised if he is. Either way, she can't concentrate on either sleeping or daydreaming with him in such a state, but unlike Littlekit, she doesn't have a plan to help him— partly because she doesn't know what's bothering him, and partly because she thinks that comforting him would be exhausting.

She does like the flowers Littlekit's collected, so despite her misgivings, Lightningkit toddles over to peer at them both. Littlekit is saying something about how he's a real ThunderClanner, and it looks like that perks up Coltkit, which just confuses her more. What is a fake ThunderClanner, and why would Coltkit be one? "Why does somebody think you're not a real ThunderClanner? There's lots of crybabies in the nursery, but nobody says they're not real!"
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