camp Forever in debt to your priceless advice || kit train

[Bullkit]

Why, whenever he just wanted to rest, it was always called too short- a huff of Icey breath escaped him as his golden eyes open to reveal slits of black void pupils, blinking as white flurries blew around camp, dampening his poor vision already and more.

He heard queens call, heard the others cries of not wanting to go back yet, despite the cold that bit at even his own nose and paws, bare of the long shaggy fur that covered the rest of his small tiny body.

He'd stand up to shaky paws, teeth chattering as Bullkit let out another deep sigh. Standing up made him colder, he just wanted to settle back down- when he heard- "Alright! Form a line in front of me! This is a fun game," he could barely hear where the voice was coming from, eyes squinting to try to see past white, but could not. Forms close enough could barely be seen, instead getting his hisses and claws for scaring him. His claws never made contact with fur, the forms rushing to burrows too fast for the slow kitten.

He felt left out as he waddled, as he fell and stumbled over his own paws. Where? Where were they? He heard kitten laughs echo, but his head spun and turned, feeling like he was walking in circles! (Unfortunately he was going the wrong way, further from the train. Alas, he did not know that much.)

"S'cold! C-c-cold!" He whined, finally, flopping onto his haunches as he swatted at snow in a frustrated manner, sending it flying upwards.
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[Brackenpaw]

Why a kitten would be venturing so far away from their denmates and their den as a whole when one is so young is surprising to her. Yet here was Bullkit, waddling further and further away seemingly on purpose. Brackenpaw really shouldn't care, truthfully she didn't. Not by that much anyways, and yet she follows behind him, just to make sure he doesn't go too far in the middle of a blizzard like this. The wild little kit gives up, eventually swatting at snow, why he would be so frustrated escapes her. They assume it's just some kit tantrum rather than being a sign of something serious, she's not equipped to handle kits so why would she worry about it, really?

"Of course it's cold, it's snow" they meow a little blunt, settling on their own haunches near him with a grimace as she is reminded that yes... This snow is cold. They could do without it being flung towards her in such a tantrum. This is his first time experiencing snow though, huh. She forgets that that's a fact, her early moons had been spent surrounded by the stuff. "It's not so bad when you get used to it, you could even play with it" they suggest with a tone that attempts to be a touch gentler. Patched tail flicking as they attempt to roll some snow into a pebble like ball, nudging it over to the kit beside them.

"It's... Probably better when around friends though" eyes once again search for the queens and kits near the nursery, bringing once again the question of why was he out here to begin with? With a thoughtful hum she doesn't move from where they settled on their haunches. "It's not so cold in the nursery, I can show you over there?"

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  Brackenpaw ✩ They/she, tunneler apprentice, 12 moons
  
  
  ⸙ A scowling, tiny calico who still needs to grow into her ears.
  ⸙ Mentored by Scorchstar | Formally mentored by Bluefrost.
  ⸙ Speech, thoughts, attacking.
  ⸙ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ( underline and tag when attacking ).
  ⸙ All opinions are IC only.
  penned by Juice.
  

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[CELANDINEPAW]

"Bullkit, are you alright? That was quite a stumble. It's like you weren't even looking!" Celandinepaw chuckled as she trotted over to the makeshift train of kittens, watching the sheep-patterned tomcat flop onto his haunches in defeat, as though he were frustrated with watching snow thaw or some other mind-numbingly tedious task. As silly and relaxing as she found it to people-watch within her camp, it was also her duty to watch out for those who ailed. She walked past Brackenpaw, glancing backwards at the calico apprentice with an amused expression painted upon her wheat-hued countenance. At least they were trying to have fun with the kits... she knew many of her clanmates would not even offer their condolences. (It was something about toughening them up, preparing them for a world marred by war, and a bygone relic from Sootstar's rule.) She noticed that Bullkit tended to bumble through the world, as if he were perpetually trapped within his nival sight, even when his thick fur did not cover his peach-fuzz face. It's like he wasn't even looking... "Hm, maybe you should try getting the fur out of your eyes. It'll certainly help." She purred as she brushed the locks of flurry-white from his face. What she saw only made her eyes round in surprise, though she attempted to keep such unbecoming emotions to a minimum. Celandinepaw never prided herself on being a great actress, though, and it was evident that something was wrong. "Bullkit... Have your eyes always been like this? Where's your mother? Y'know, just so I can speak to her. Nothing serious, I promise!"

𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗢𝗢 𝗙𝗔𝗦𝗧, 𝗧𝗢𝗢 𝗦𝗟𝗢𝗪 ( .☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁ ) 𝗥𝗘𝗚𝗥𝗘𝗧, 𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗦𝗘, 𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗗 𝗢𝗡, 𝗢𝗛 𝗡𝗢

• OUT OF CHARACTER. So sorry for the late reply! </3
  
  

  ❁ — MEDICINAL EXPERTISE: Celandinepaw is the current medicine cat apprentice of Windclan. Although she is quite new to her position, she also has much expertise with treatment regarding infectious diseases and basic remedies. As for anything more complex... you're better off asking a more experienced medicine cat. WOUNDS — ★★★☆☆ ACHES — ★★★☆☆ INFECTIONS — ★★★☆☆ BROKEN BONES — ★☆☆☆☆ CONTAGIOUS ILLNESSES — ★★★★★ CHRONIC ILLNESSES — ★★☆☆☆ POISONS — ★☆☆☆☆ KITTING — ★☆☆☆☆ TRAVELING — ★★★☆☆​

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  CELANDINEPAW & SHE / HER & 16 MOONS
  

  —— Medicine Cat Apprentice of Windclan / Mentored by Cottonsprig
  —— A shorthaired, wheat-yellow spotted tabby with yellowish-green eyes. Somewhat pudgy, though lean and able to hold her ground in the wild. Broad-shouldered and tall compared to her smaller clanmates, she stands out through a Windclan crowd.
  —— Outgoing and terribly saccharine, she is a friendly and affable face in Windclan. Though ditzy and cowardly, she tries her best to help her clan as one of their healers. She is prone to outbursts when spurned or stressed. She also tends to follow her own personal code and will often go for a safe, painless option.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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[Bullkit]

Brackenpaw spoke, his body tensing as he flipped on heels towards the sound of the much closer apprentices voice. A low gutteral growl as they swing a black muzzle to try to focus his eyes better on the other. You could even play with it. Bullkit sharply shook his head once, a quick no as he flattened black ears to his fluffy skull, trying to deny snow from collecting upon his ears, from allowing the cold to sink in on their thin and sensitive skin.

Brackenpaw tried, she did. But the kitten did not want to play. Not in this, where his tail curled tightly to a thick frame, and golden eyes squinted tightly to try and better see the one cat he even could see. But he wouldn't admit that. He was stubborn, and his chin would lift in approval as he heard the attempt to get him to the nursery. "Please." Bullkit said softly through a grumble of dismay that he couldn't do it himself. The hesitance was clear that he did not want help. But he didn't have much of an option, now did he?

There was another, muzzle swinging to face towards a sweet scent. It's like you weren't even looking! He flattened his ears again, squinting a gaze to better see the blotches of golden fur that presented the medicine cat apprentice. Her name was hard to say, maw opening and closing, before deciding not to say it in the end. She was judging him. Laughing at him. It caused a growl to begin to rise, thin paws tensing into the cold snow, but muzzle lifting slightly in challenge. Celandinepaw moved a paw towards him, lifting the fur over his face, and sending fire towards her in a glare of slitted pupils. Tighter, he dug his paws into his belly fur to prevent them from moving. "Can see fine." He argued, a lie but one he didn't know too much of a difference. Teeth gritting. Where's your mother? He squinted golden eyes, tail lashing behind him over the sparkling snow.

A Tense shrug pulled at his shoulders, curling fluffy tail. "Orchidwing." Answering who, but not where. He didn't know where, and he wouldn't expect them to understand. Where they were trying to help- he didn't see that, he saw challenge in trying to prove himself. He muzzle would swing to Brackenpaw then back at the other apprentice, taking a step or two back.

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