pafp dyed my hair blue // intro.

[Warblerpaw.]

UH-OH, THERE IT GOES ━
I SAID TO MUCH, IT OVERFLOWED ​

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warblerkit & 05 moons & demi-boy & he/they & riverclan kit ​

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It's a nice day for green-leaf, not too hot nor too cool, clouds drifting by idly on the breeze. Sunlight dances overhead - birds chirp away in the distance, insects crawl and buzz about. The river rushes pleasantly - an ever-present noise for the clan who lives beside it.

And yet, Warblerkit enjoys none of it. Snow-dipped paw scrapes against the ground, again and again, an absent sort of gesture from the child content to hide away. The nursery is a safe place - where his mother is, quiet though she has grown these days - where the water does not reach. It cannot get him here - cannot drag him under and swallow him whole.

Whiskers quiver, and head shakes violently - as though the force might knock the thought away, mismatched eyes blinking slowly as pawsteps reach his ears. Head rises slowly, sluggishly - as though fighting a strong current or particularily stubborn mud; and when pale paws at last come into view, he beams.

'Oh - I know those paws!' Head snaps up, his sunshine smile turning lopsided as he speaks - voice faint, despite his best efforts. " Good morning Bitternkit! "

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// please wait for @bitternkit

 

[bitternkit]

Good morning, Bitternkit! Bitternkit's features widen as Warblerkit notices him, pace picking up. The young tortie has been playing in camp since early dawn, escaping the nursery (an easy task to do as an orphan) as soon as the first patrols left camp. Of course, Bitternkit tried to bring Warblerkit with him but the kit had been fast asleep besides his mother. "Warb!" He slides to a stop in front of Warblerkit, tail lashing excitedly. He bats his paw playfully in the air next to his dearest friend and whines, "Why did you sleep in so late? I've been practicing being still today, 'cus like, that's what I'll have to do if I want to catch a fish..."

He hopscotches away, nimble paws carrying him a tail length away from Warblerkit. "I'll demonstrate!" He rears up, balancing on his haunches and screws shut his eyes, he attempts to be still like a statue and he imagines fish below him in a river, completely unaware of him because he's oh so still. Bitternkit cracks open an eye, lanky body wobbling as he tries to show off. In no way would this 'method' of fishing ever be used by a Riverclanner, but the young tortie imagines it will be a useful skill. He exclaims, tottering in his peculiar pose, "Pretty neat, yeah?"

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[rivuletpaw]

Rivuletkit wonders how Bitternkit does it. She, too, is an early bird, rising as soon as Hazecloud calls for patrols to leave - but unlike the mottled tom, she cannot so easily fly from her nest and play in the clearing. Either her mother or her grandmother must deem her ready to go play, and even then she must wait around for her siblings to be ready, too. (Not that she minds, of course. She likes playing with them the most.) She just... cannot imagine not having a queen around to dote on her. It seems almost saddening, though it seems more that Bitternkit is unbothered by it.

Her tail twitches as she catches sight of the mottled kitten, holding his frame deathly-still in order to prove that he can, one day, catch a fish. She clicks her tongue, thinking of Cragpaw and how certainly the tom has caught something by now. Crabpaw caught a fish when they were all still in the nursery, and she's heard that Pinepaw has, too... She trots over to the toms, offering Warblerkit a warm smile before looking to Bitternkit.

"You looked like the wind could've blown you over!" she giggles playfully.​

 

[BLACKPAW]

Born with a wild sea spirit that ever seeks the new grand dawns and luminous memories, it's a general case for Diable to leave the nursery before the sky melts into the softest flames by the rising sun, hidden behind the den with the river trail before freeing herself further during the absence of the first patrol. Although solitude holds her completely still from reaching out to the young awakens when she still lacks connection with those at her age. She can't remember the last time she had met a kit outside her family before RiverClan became part of her life. Will she be able to find her place here with her peers?

An overwhelming thought builds in Diable's sensitive mind while she awkwardly watches the three kits co-exist in their warm delights ahead from her cold corner. Her chest burns and she wonders why is this gold blazing time the moment when it is worth having her breath held back, rendering her already small and frail self unexistable. Her heart soon kicks, demanding itself to be known to the world— be most loved as all deserved despite its burnt black flaws. Diable rids her great anxiety in a deep breath away before she finds courage the way that the sun always reach the highest to approach by.

"Good morning," Diable greets to the other kits, meek as a delicate part of her is still anxious of the possible judgment, yet, a polite smile still presents upon her maw. Her head cants curiously at the sight of Bitternkit doing a strange pose for fishing. A stiffed giggle escapes Diable from the playful comment that Rivuletkit had made as she thinks about how Bitternkit can magically turn into a funny tree like this. "How long had you been practicing that pose?" she offers Bitternkit a genuine inquiry, her smile gradually widening into an amused grin. The burning her chest bears begins to fall.
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[Warblerpaw.]

UH-OH, THERE IT GOES ━
I SAID TO MUCH, IT OVERFLOWED ​

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warblerkit & 05 moons & demi-boy & he/they & riverclan kit ​

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Smiling comes easily as Bitternkit bats at the air, playfully teasing him about his tiredness. " Sorry, must've been dreaming like a log, " he offers easily - though he's not really that apologetic, because his friend isn't really mad either. His best friend continues on, and eyes light up when patchwork kitten offers to show him what he's practiced - " Wow, th-that's " cool he means to say, but words fail him as Rivuletkits words reach his ears, and he falls silent, shuffling himself away from the other timidly.

'Pretty neat, yeah?' - head bobs in agreement - lop-sided grin not ebbing despite his silence. Bitternkit is always learning something cool - Warblerkit wishes he could be that fun, too. Another cat arrives in the nrusery, and Warblerkit blinks wide eyes at Blackburn, glancing anxiously between the two before nudging Bittern's cheek with his cold nose at the greeting. 'Morning'

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