pafp GO CHEERLEADERS — gift

[GHOSTMASK]

†—— again, for the second time in less than a moon, ghostkit is moving decisively though camp with a gift clasped in her jaws. she'd learned that smogmaw and halfshade don't seem to like her father much, and not all of their kits seem to like her that much, something she hopes to remedy today. in her ideal world, everyone would like her—she can't say why she wants them to, but she does. it's certainly not insecurity; perhaps it's a yet-untouched hunger: for power, for information, for the entertainment of her ability to manipulate.

today she seeks out valeriankit's two-toned pelt and eyes, so like her likeable sister's in different tones, a nugget of stone carefully held between milk teeth. it's glittery, shiny, even in the muddy marsh-light; she'd rinsed it free of debris, of the muck that seems to coat everything in shadowclan, set it to dry in the sun before she brought it here, venturing from the cool fern-banked quiet of her mother's den. she stands before valeriankit, carefully settles the sparkling rock onto a broad leaf where mud will not ruin it, straightening back up to mew, "i got it for you. it's a present." she pauses, adds, "because you're cool."

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• † ghostkit — named after the deceased ghostpaw she/her ; afab cisgender female — shadowclan — kit — 2 ☾s —— ghostkit is the daughter of the soft-spoken medicine cat starlingheart and her possessive mate, granitepelt. she looks just like her mother, and while she can be a little difficult, there's nothing really wrong with her ...... right? —— smells like milk, herbs, and .... iron? ; sounds like tbd ; speech in #EB80B7 ; thoughts in #253DC6 —— peaceful / healing powerplay permitted ; attacks/contact in underline ; won’t start fights ; will flee ; will show mercy ; won't kill or maim (kitten) —— too young for romance ; open to enemies, "friends", tormenting other kits, plotting ; not open to battles, romance penned by dejavu— desklamp9 on discord for plots

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[valerianpaw]

In all truths of the manner, Valeriankit was rather reclusive and didn't speak often unless she had an opinion to share. This, of course, made her rather lacking in friends. Of course, most of it rounded up to the fact she didn't really like most cats outside of her own family, though most wouldn't guess disliked as the cause. Some older cats, most of her opinions on them were mirrored by her parents, obeying their words as law. Granitepelt was amongst those the young child avoided if she could. But at the same time, his children were also Starlingheart's a young cat that her mother was fond of. It made Valeriankit feel a bit mixed about them truthfully. But, she supposed, as long as their father was out of sight, interacting with them was little harm. Lingering in her one of her usual spots, the young torbie was once again watching camp with her ears catching the stumbly footsteps of one of the medicine cat's kits. A form of ivory and ebony, Ghostkit was a somewhat strange kit, though Valeriankit often disregarded it as she could be considered strange herself. She knows the younger kit as of late seems to attach herself to Applekit, but has also been occasionally rude to Garlickit, a note that hasn't exactly put the younger femme in the dual-eyed girl's favor. She didn't know what she expected with the dark-eyed kit approaching her instead of her more confident sister, but the last thing she expected was a gift. A shiny, glimmering stone. Valerian, while she didn't seek them out, enjoyed pretty things. Though, realistically, it would've been hard to enjoy pretty things with beasts having chased her family out of camps. It was an unexpected gift, and one that caught her attention, even as she caught Ghostkit's reasoning for giving it to her. She was cool. It felt like a misplaced statement, Valeriankit wasn't social and preferred to do little things while her denmates played. Applekit suited the descriptor of cool, even Garlickit and her messy antics deserved the word. Valeriankit didn't, but she didn't deny she enjoyed hearing it. Observing the stone more with a few blinks, she pawed it closer, speaking finally. "Thank you." It was a soft but brief utterance of gratitude as dual-toned eyes flicked to the younger kit's face. "Where did you find it?" She asked a few heartbeats after. She didn't converse with many, but the silence was stiff if she didn't say more. Besides, it was a pretty stone and was genuinely curious where the younger kit managed to locate. ​

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[HONEYJAW]

They just don't stop, do they? Kits. It's like everywhere he walks he nearly trips over one after another. Maybe it's just his luck that he's felt stuck in camp more often than not as of late, seeing as that's exactly where all these kits have to remain. They simply cannot share their space. Slowly but surely the warriors are being pushed from their own camp. Eventually, Applekit will indeed rule ShadowClan. Or– wait, she'd renamed it, hadn't she? He can't recall what to anymore. Maybe he'll ask, if he decides to brave the kit's...attitude. For now, he is quite thoroughly occupied by another set entirely. He doesn't catch much more than the proffered stone and Ghostkit's incredible eloquence, but he sees enough of a glimmer to intrigue him. The tall tom pushes up to his paws and approaches with a head ducked in curiosity. Like this, he's much closer in height. Well within smacking range, should they find their craving for violence insatiable. (Maybe he's been around the wrong sort of kits in his life.)

"This was in camp?" He sure hopes so, anyway. He doesn't want to tell Chilledstar about wandering kits. "Good find. Valeriankit's lucky to have a friend like you, I'd say."

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• honeyjaw ╱╱ 36 moons old ╱╱ he - him - his ╱╱ warrior of shadowclan.
  ──── a former loner who joined the clan approximately six months ago (give or take).
  ──── named for the deep honey-brown of his pelt as well as his too natural charisma.
  ──── has an apprentice-aged kid he joined with, def scared of watching 'em grow up.
  ──── bisexual- kinda flirtatious yet never seems to really pursue a relationship. single.
  
  a short-furred dark chocolate point tom with the smallest splashes of white on his forehead, front paws, and tail tip. well-built, but overall average in size and unremarkable aside from his lightly curled ears and the magnetism of his smile. seems to show signs of aging earlier than expected, with a salt-and-pepper dusting around his jaw and muzzle.

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[Briarthorn]

BRIARKIT — hello, my old heart.
The thoughtful exchange is caught under Briarkits watchful eye, settled on her stomach. The heat was becoming almost unbearable for her, melting the kitten into a lazy black puddle, so she lacks the energy to say anything to the duo, even when Honeyjaw chimes in.
She wonders if she should find a gift for her brothers, if they would even know what a gift was.
Sweetkit would like something delicate, Briarkit thinks, like moth wings or a smooth stone- something he could feel.
Screechkit might like something cool, a funny colored rock, or a beetle maybe.
Briarkit forces herself to sit up on her paws, drawling over with an obvious grogginess to her step.
"Where did you find it?" The question is blunt, lacking Briarkit’s usually soft touch.

"speech"

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[GHOSTMASK]

†—— she awaits valeriankit's response with flat eyes, shifting on small paws in the mucky earth of the camp. needledrift had liked it when she brought her a present; hopefully the torbie will too. she's encouraged by the reaction that she receives, a soft-voiced thanks and a curious question; she would have preferred a greater thank-you, but ghostkit doesn't narrow her eyes. instead she smiles at the other kit as she paws the stone closer, preparing to let her know where it had come from—when one of the various warriors that cycle in and out of camp carrying frogs and lizards pads up with his taller head ducked. she does, in fact, have to resist the urge to swing at his small black nose, but she manages not to; that would probably get her in trouble, she thinks

she's become quite familiar with in trouble and just as quickly decided she wants to avoid it as much as she can—in trouble is starlingheart's scolding and granitepelt's threat of "consequences" and the hateful eyes of other cats. in trouble is making fun of sweetkit for being stupid, of garlickit for being gross, of everyone for being the way they are. she doesn't like in trouble. so she nods at the older cat as he asks whether she found the glittery stone in camp, smiles at him too when he says valeriankit is "lucky to have a friend like her". she smiles, though she really wants to wrinkle her muzzle—the idea that she would want to be friends with weird valeriankit is .... bizarre. she doesn't want to be friends with valeriankit, she has to be friends with valeriankit, so her and her siblings and her parents will start liking ghostkit.

briarkit arrives as well, to her well-concealed distaste; there is no love lost for the other black she-kit, at least in ghostkit's mind. dark eyes settle on the other kit; one of forestshade's, isn't she? privately, the masked kit thinks something must have happened to them all before they were born—they're all weird, and stupid, but she wouldn't tell briarkit that. she watches impassively as the other kit pads groggily over, her blunted question like claws in ghostkit's ear. the kit inhales, replies simply to all three, "i found it in camp, buried under the mud. i ... i could see it sparkle."

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• † ghostkit — named after the deceased ghostpaw she/her ; afab cisgender female — shadowclan — kit — 2 ☾s —— ghostkit is the daughter of the soft-spoken medicine cat starlingheart and her possessive mate, granitepelt. she looks just like her mother, and while she can be a little difficult, there's nothing really wrong with her ...... right? —— smells like milk, herbs, and .... iron? ; sounds like tbd ; speech in #EB80B7 ; thoughts in #253DC6 —— peaceful / healing powerplay permitted ; attacks/contact in underline ; won’t start fights ; will flee ; will show mercy ; won't kill or maim (kitten) —— too young for romance ; open to enemies, "friends", tormenting other kits, plotting ; not open to battles, romance penned by dejavu— desklamp9 on discord for plots

• shhh don't look here (battle info will go here at some point)

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