camp friends of friends — intro

[Doekit.]

There was a chill in the air that morning, the wind ripping across the moorland with enough ferocity to ruffle even the thickest of coats. Regardless, the small framed kit dared to brave the terrain regardless; this despite the instinctual urge for her to curl up into a ball amongst other kits and nursing queens to seek warmth and shelter until the sun warmed the earth's surface more. Above all else, Doekit was driven by curiosity. An only child with a mostly-apathetic mother and an absent father, she was desperate to fill her days with excitement as she counted down the days until she was finally old enough to be apprenticed. Just two more moons, she thought as she eyed the edge of camp, paws itching to discover what awaited her outside.

That felt like an eternity, even though it would surely be there before she knew it. Wistfully, an inquisitive green gaze combed the campground, looking for something to entertain her that early morning. After several heartbeats of examination, her eyes narrowed into tiny slits as she found her first game of the day. Lowering her body into a clumsy hunting crouch, she prowled closer to the movement she spotted until she was nose-to-nose with a line of marching ants. Tail lashing with interest at this new game, she followed the line of little insects along until they seemed to disappear into a hole in the ground.

A white paw shot out, disrupting the formulated marching of the soldiers, only for a hiss to erupt her maw a moment later. They tickled! And suddenly, she was under attack, the ants running amok up her leg and through her coat, itching and tickling despite her attempts to fling them off of her.​

 

[MOLEKIT]

MOLEKIT

HE / HIM | WINDCLAN KIT

Molekit doesn't pass up an opportunity to go outside, even if the wind is cold against his freshly scoured pelt. How long would he have to wait for his mud-tufted spikes to return, if he huddled under the nursery's shelter while the wind died down? The queens declare a break is needed — that they need to rest, to shift watch of him to another — anyway.

But it's... sort of boring now, playtime. Bluefrost's kits no longer reside in the nursery with him, and are no longer familiar faces he can pester with a game or two. They're off doing other things. Cooler things. He's glad he's not left alone in the nursery after their apprentice ceremonies, lucky enough to have a few peers left to bother.

Such as Doekit. He is a shadow to the sunlit kit's hunting endeavor, curiosity held in the boy's gaze as he mirrors her actions. With a low crouch, Molekit follows behind her with a plan churning in his mind — he'll pounce, surprise her with his presence! He just needs to wait for the perfect moment, which will be any second now...

Except it's not. His plan is foiled by a shift in direction and a line of ants that prove to be far more interesting to follow. Though his shoulders slump at the missed opportunity, Doekit's shadow doesn't dwindle and he follows after, all the way up to the mound of soil the ants trail toward.

" What are you doing? " he asks his denmate, craning his head to inspect the ant tunnel further. Hardly does he get a chance to look before Doekit shoots forward with an attack on the anthill. Molekit jumps back with a surprised mrrow, only to break out in laughter as the army of ants strikes back, invading the she-kits fur.

" Doekit, you made friends! " he jokes as limbs flail before him. A paw reaches out to Doekit, as if to help, though mostly to collect his own set of friends. They were neat, the way they trekked onwards, weren't they? He wonders if he could bring them back to the nursery with him. " You should share them with me! "

Molekit, in constant need of a bath, is almost always carrying some sort of mud or grass in unkempt, tufted black fur. Easily excitable, a bright, yellow gaze lights his way towards puddles and mishap, and a stomp of sodden paws guides his otherwise stubborn nature.

- Featherstep † x ??? ; Adopted by Ferndance ⋅ Single
- Only child
- Mentored by no one ⋅ Mentor to no one
- Penned by Abri

 

[SEDGEPOUNCE]

Long gone are the days that Sedgepounce spent the day trailing after bugs. The moor takes up the bulk of his attention, now. Hunting, patrolling—day in and out, he's whisked to the meadow to chase rabbits and birds, rather than ants.

Today, as Sedgepounce returns form a dawn patrol, he shakes his pelt free of the brisk, misty dew that covers him. The wind is howling outside. The camp walls give them cover from the air-currents, but yeesh! He hasn't been this cold since Leafbare. Not unlike Doekit, a part of him wishes he could just curl up somewhere and wait for it to pass. Instead, he trudges across camp and drops a meadowlark onto the freshkill pile. The work is never done.

He's scouring the pile for a meal when Molekit's voice draws his attention. Sedgepounce's ear flicks; he glances idly the kitten's way, and—Is that Doekit flopping around over there?

"Uh-oh." The frantic arm-flailing makes more sense when he pads closer and sees the fractured line of ants scattered about. "Alright. Step away from the ants, little dudes," Sedgepounce meows, guiding the two back with an extended paw. Hopefully they can stymie the ant attacks with a little distance.

Too bad Antkit isn't here, he thinks. Heh!

ooc. —

• welcome to windclan!! < 3

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  sedgepounce is the current deputy of windclan. he's a long-legged tomcat with dark taupe fur and high white. much more of a pacifist compared to scorchstar, he tends to come across as a bit of a pushover—however, he's inwardly quite savvy with clan politics, and tends to judge others harshly based on past actions.

  mentoring rimepaw, previously mentored bunnyglow
  26 moons old / ages every 21st
  penned by bellus / TAGS

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[Asterpaw]

It was not so long ago that Asterpaw had resided in the nursery, chasing leaves and bugs as a form of entertainment. Although her days are occupied with apprentice lessons, she does find the odd moment to drift towards the nursery from time to time, poking her head in to say hello to some of the younger kits she had been friends with.

It is Molekit's words that draw her over, moving with some speed to see whatever it was they were doing, finding Doekit trying to fling ants off of her pelt whilst Molekit unhelpfully made a joke about the situation. Asterpaw supposed it was rather funny in a certain way, but felt sorry for Doekit, whose playful moment had been ruined by the ants turning on her instead. Sedgepounce is quick to intervene, nudging the two younger kits back with an extended paw. "Best to leave them alone for now," Asterpaw mewed, nodding her head in agreement to Sedgepounce's suggestion to step away. "Maybe you can play with them when they're not so angry!"​

 

[Doekit.]

If she weren't so focused on the current ant invasion taking place in her pelt, she might have been a little embarrassed by the events that transpired. Dimly, she recognized herself as feeling a little flustered and overwhelmed, mostly by the ants themselves but partially by the modest attention that her brawl with the insects was garnering. Continuing to flick her paw in a desperate attempt to shake the ants off of her—though certainly still feeling the shifting fur and crawling legs of those who had journeyed deeper into her coat—she was all too eager to meet Molekit's outstretched paw, practically colliding with her den-mate as she sought to 'give' him as many as she could. "Take as many as you'd like," she said hastily, not too sure about them being 'friends.' She couldn't tell if Molekit was teasing her or not, but in that moment she couldn't quite care.

When finally she had been freed from the brunt of the 'attack', she allowed a sigh of relief to depart her tiny maw. Plopping down on her hindquarters, she began to frantically groom in the way that kittens often did, the art of personal hygiene not yet truly developed. Still, she knew she had a few ants remaining and she needed them out. She pauses only momentarily—obliging Sedgepounce with a distracted nod, she dutifully shuffled a few tail-lengths away. "You don't have to warn me twice," she thought, casting a hostile glance at the line of ants, feeling thoroughly tricked by them and probably put off from playing with any kind of bugs going forward.

She gives her coat a few more licks before she twitches her ears at Asterpaw's arrival, excited to see her former nursery mate—If caught under better circumstances, she would have wanted to interrogate the new apprentice on what training was like, what the territory was like outside of camp, if she'd caught any prey yet. But the ant attack has robbed her of her zest of life that morning and she despairingly sighs, saying, "Maybe I should have just stayed in my nest after all."​