camp FOR THE RECORD - asking questions

[Daisydrop]

Since being allowed outside the nursery now Daisykit had found herself growing more and more used to the idea of exploring, and with the exploration came questions and today's happened to be about clanmates. She already knew about those inside the nursery but those who didn't visit often - or at all - were the ones that caught the small child's eyes now and so quietly she'd stare at different cats, a "who's that?" following soon after before parent answered. Blazestar was the leader, Bobbie and Slate were lead warriors, and now she was learning about a few more. "That's Fireflypaw and that's Twitchbolt" she'd been told before quickly blue eyes turned to parent once more.

"Why's floofliespaws like that?" Loud question asked as head cocked to the side, the apprentice's odd-looking eyes causing a brief bit of concern within her. "Are Twibl's paws broke?" The only explanation for the twitching in the kit's mind. She didn't quite have a grasp on pronunciation of the names yet but she knew her mother or father could understand, they always seemed to anyway. Eyes cast over to Mallowlark and Dawnglare next, hefty sigh leaving her before looking back and waiting for the answers to her questions she'd already asked. Daisykit would get to them later.

CAUGHT YOU RED 🌺 HANDED IN THE BISCUIT TIN

• family tags @butterflytuft @Dandelionwish @weedkit @FLUFFYKIT
  no need to wait!

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• DAISYKIT || adopted by Butterflytuft and Dandelionwish || sister to Weedkit and Fluffykit
  -- She/Her || Born Nov. 9, ages in real time
  -- average size with large paws and a long tail. SH blue w/low white & blue eyes.
  -- hard to control her emotions

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[FIGFEATHER]

Figfeather has made herself elusive since finding out she was fated to be a… mother. The concept was strange and rubbed wrongly across her fur, she’s told that she’ll grow into the idea and wear it with pride by the time the kits are born. This she isn’t sure of.

She wobbles through camp, eyes clouded and distracted until there is a dark presence at her paws. Young kin, round and covered in kitten fluff. She inquires loudly, confident and unaware of her struggling pronouciation. Figfeather’s brows furrow and she casts a look around the camp, confused. ”W-… What? What do you mean?” Bewildered she seeks clarification, both not sure who Daisykit was referring to nor her questions in general. Whose paws did she think were broke? Why was who like what? If these were the type of questions she had to look forward to she wasn’t sure it helped bolster her excitement.

♡ INFO BATTLE

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  » Figfeather
  » SkyClan Warrior
  » She/her . AMAB
  » Mate to Fantastream
  » A red tabby she-cat with a mangled leg.
  » ”Speech”․ thoughts ․ attack
  
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  » A foe in battle whose ability to strategize can shift tides.
  » Excels in strategizing and pre-planning her battles.
  » Fights defensively and aid to her clan to victory.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[DAWNGLARE]

It's not of his own volition that he is subjected to inane kitten ramblings, this time. They have only gotten more and more difficult to avoid, with the (unfortunate) acquisition of a voice, and now, allowance outside of the nursery. This one— Daisykit, was it? Was quite literally talking nonsense; speaking in tongues. Perhaps if those tongues were of a different nature, he'd think the girl taken by the sorts of dark spirits kits were unfortunately susceptible too, but this time, he finds it quite clear that she is simply stupid.

It's almost adorable. Almost, which means that it was not. Dawnglare is smiling amusedly because her tiny mind was so entertaining to compare to his own... The kit likely knew it, in some way, shape, or form. Though kits were foolish— Dawnglare found that some of them seemed to have inate senses that went away as they aged... At least, that was how he would explain the look she briefly gives him. Even if there were no coherent thoughts in that head, there was likely a vague sense of... something.

It's that, along with Figfeather's bewildered gaze that encourages him to say anything at all, really. " Oh, you know, Twibl... " he says, nodding sadly. " Don't you remember? All those moons ago, while you were in my den. It's quite sad, really. " He owes this kitten nothing, but perhaps he would have an easier life if he brought himself down to their level...

A WISE WOMAN SAID I'M ALIVE 🍷 NOBODY'S EVER TOLD HER SHE'S WRONG

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• ( I'M AS ALIVE AS HER BEARD IS LONG ) DAWNGLARE Medicine Cat of SkyClan. Mentoring Fireflypaw
  𓆩♡𓆪 He / him , deeply confused by the use of other pronouns
  𓆩♡𓆪 Currently 60 moons old as of 12.05.23. Mated to Mallowlark
  
  Unsettling and strange, Dawnglare bears a unique perception to the world and stars above on top of a generally unpleasant disposition. Holds others to uniquely impossible standards and himself undeniably above the rest.
  Mood is decided by dice - rolls per thread, with the exception of some important threads

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[TWITCHBOLT]

Though Twitchbolt had been a kitten, of course... and had surely at some point babbled like this... he was not versed in understanding. Not at all, in fact. Fondness and friendship often brought him quite close to Butterflytuft's litter. Their cries becoming words, their thoughts being spoken into the world, wasn't it wonderful?

And yet, it was... impenetrable, too...

He understood about as well as Figfeather did, and he offered the pale she-cat a wide glance of relatability before Dawnglare swooped in. Like the, the- rhyming hawk of a thing he was. Always speaking riddles, speaking daydreams, hearing meaning where it was impossible. But he was always sincere about it, too. Jittering, his face betrayed complete and utter bafflement, as if his mind had frozen in place for a few moments. How very sad, said Dawnglare. And- was it really a good thing to teach kittens of all that was sad in the world?

"Good StarClan, you'll give her nightmares..." he groaned, immediately catastrophising.​

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[FLUFFYPAW]

Fluffykit sinks into the shadows cast by her kin, slinking along the ground as though hoping no cat aside from Figfeather would notice her. Outside is still a frightening concept, full of intrigue she finds she’s comfortable without considering. Her Clanmates—as they’re called by visiting kin—are chatting with Daisykit, who has made some loud observations. The blue she-kit boldly asks questions about Fireflypaw—Floofliespaws, she calls him clumsily, and then asks if Twibl’s paws are broke. Fluffykit’s jaw drops just a fraction, astonished. “He—he’s walkin’,” she offers quietly, shaking her head.

She knows Dawnglare, the medicine cat, though his presence unsettles her in a way Twitchbolt’s does not. When he speaks to her sister, it’s with a kind, sage voice, but she does not understand the meaning. And—and then Twitchbolt talks about nightmares, and she’s covering her eyes with her paws and mewling. “Don’t want n-nightmares,” she cries, wrapping her tail so tightly against her body it nearly constricts her.

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