camp GROWING SIDEWAYS ࿏ a monster

[Pinepaw ⭒]

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- Ever since she had found that injured bird in the reeds, Pinekit had found herself hanging around the long-stemmed foliage more often than before. A craving for the rush she had felt that day ever-growing, seeing that proud glint in her mothers eye. Yes, yes, her brothers weeps had dampened the moment a bit- but perhaps the incident had awoken some great talent within her, stirred a formidable huntress who had only been sleeping. Perhaps, she could be just as special as mama.
Nonchalantly, the little tortoiseshell pivots empty-minded paws along the mysterious stalks, peach-toned nose tilting upwards with the breeze that proceeded to ruffle patchwork fur.
Ooh! Something unfamiliar seeps in through her nostrils, dragging her chin right back towards those looming plants. Last time a strange scent had smacked her so abruptly had been with Shellkit, and that had been exhilarating.
Snowy forepaws move without much thought, and she slips between the stalks, letting them swallow her whole with ease.
The scent trail was fickle to her untrained nose, and eagerly she moves her muzzle in every direction, attempting to let it guide her to wherever the source of the odd smell was coming from. Eventually, the kitten is brought to the islands edge with a disappointed frown, stretching her neck over the edge with one last sniff. The water just below churns, shifts unnaturally for a split second- long enough to drag Pinekit’s gaze downwards.
From just below, two pitch black optics stare right back up at her. It lunges upwards, sending the brindled child reeling back with a squeal. The thing that emerges from the rivers depths looks like… a newborn kit, almost- its small, thin, and its earthy fur is slicked back with moisture. Despite her fear, Pinekit takes another, small step forwards, daffodil gaze squinted in intrigue.
Then, as it’s jaw falls agape, she is introduced to its teeth.
“AHHHH!” Her scream is blood-curdling, born of pure terror as she proceeds to turn tail and run for her life. The reeds she had disappeared in only a short while ago would spit Pinekit back out, this time frazzled with horror. In her haste, she is sent crashing into another, and the first thing she can think of to say comes out in a panicked shout-
“it-t-theres a monster!”

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  — anddd it’s a baby otter ! :) It’s temporarily separated from its mama, and likely will be quick to run off if sought after ! This is a completely danger free run-in <3
  
  

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  PINEKIT ✩ she/her, kit of riverclan, 2 moons.
  ⭃ plush-furred tortoiseshell she-kit with white dipped forepaws, tail tip, and muzzle and round, honey hued optics.
  ⭃ daughter of Iciclefang && Stormywing ࿏ sister to Cragkit && Crabkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[MIDNIGHTASH]

જ➶ Sleep is a fickle mistress for her and she drifts in and out of it. Her eyes, heavy lidded, keep trying to close but all she can think about is stressful things. Plus her annoyance and she quickly finds that her sleep will elude her further when something bumps against jer. The girl slowly opens her eyes wider and her jaws part to release a yawn before the shrill and fear toned voice of the kit unleashes upon her ears. Turning her amber gaze upon Pinekit she looks confused about what is even going on. "A monster?" Her first thought that comes to mijd are those twoleg monsters that just sit there so quietly. Shaking her head she flexes her claws before finally she gets up and her eyes spaek to life. "So what did it look like?" A small description can help her figure out just what she might be dealing with.

"Don't freak out. Riverclan can handle the monster for you, Pinekit." Her tail shifts back and forth. Hoping that it isn't something to be trifled with. But even so she isn't a push over herself.​

 

[SWIFTFIRE]

I'VE LEARNED LOVE IS LIKE A BRICK — The frightened cry of a child. Something Swiftfire had become extremely attuned to since becoming a queen herself, her head jerking up abruptly when Pinekit's scream reached her. So much for a relaxing nap outside of the nursery, her own kits tucked away safely inside where she was sure they were tussling and rolling around with the rest. That just meant that she was available to check in on whatever was going on, at the very least. Slow movements pushed the chimera up to her paws and over to where Pinekit had eventually gone crashing to the ground. Her fur was tufted up in uneven clumps of fear, and there was a concerned look in Swiftfire's green gaze as she settled alongside Midnightpaw.

At least it didn't seem like whatever the young molly had run into was actually some terrible monster, or Swiftfire was certain she would've been scooped up by it without a second thought before she could return. "Midnightpaw is right, Pinekit. Nobody here in Riverclan is going to let whatever the monster is get you, just let us know what you saw." There was a new softness to her voice as she reached out with a paw, hoping to smooth down bits of Pinekit's fur so that she'd regain her breath enough to speak. Although she still hadn't quite taken naturally to this whole motherhood thing, she found that instincts were doing enough to make it easier for her to interact with the kits that practically swarmed Riverclan at the moment.

Part of her, though, still yearned for the kind of excitement that Pinekit's announcement brought with it. She still far from regretted having her own little brood of kits, but she could freely admit how restless she was for them to eventually all be allowed to leave the nursery. Even now she knew it was unlikely for her to be able to actually help herself if what the she-kit had seen was truly a monster. "How big was it?" Just maybe, though, she could still be of assistance as a warrior, even without having yet lost all the weight that had come along with motherhood. Her new stockiness could even be an unexpected friend, keeping her on her paws no matter what decided to come charging forward from the nearby swaying reeds.

YOU CAN BUILD A HOUSE ✿ OR SINK A DEAD BODY

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  ✧ shorthaired blue and red tabby chimera molly with green eyes
  ✧ 42 moons old; ages the 1st every month
  ✧ bisexual; secretly mated to hush
  ✧ mother to dreamkit, amberkit, and roekit
  ✧ formerly of the ripple colony; loyal to riverclan
  ✧ easy to befriend; desperate to improve the former colonists' reputation
  ✧ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✧ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[FERNGILL]

If there was anything that could send Ferngill running, a glint of verdant concern in his eye, it was the wails of one of his kin- especially the younger ones. Iciclefang's brood had likely gotten used to him hovering a bit by now, but he hoped they knew it stemmed from a great love for them- as did the swimming panic in his eye when he watched her careen right into Midnightpaw, stammering about a monster.

Ferngill remembered a bog monster from his youth- one of the older warriors, covered head to toe in muck, ambling like the undead over the horizon. The details were hazy now- and even though it had ended up being nothing, the fiery tom still did not remember that experience very fondly. He was glad that the cats who met Pinekit in her whirling were kind enough to hear her out- still, habitually he drifted over, his initial flare of shock replaced by an idle ache of concern.

The questions were taken care of- and he was a lead warrior, wasn't he? He could go on a quest to slay whatever beast had ripped such a shriek from his niece's throat, and that would be pretty within his right. "You're safe, Pinekit," he reassured her. There was a battalion of claws ready to slice at whatever threatened RiverClan's kits. ​

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[Pinepaw ⭒]

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- When saffron hues turn upward to meet Midnightpaws critical tawny, the kitten cannot help the pang of frustration that makes her stomp her forepaw, determined to show that she was serious, this matter was urgent!
The apprentice asks for a description of the beast, and Pinekit feels a shudder run up her patchwork spine as she recalls all the pointy teeth she had been subjected to. Swiftfires assurance helps, somewhat- the queens gentle tone encouraging.
“I-it was brown- and slimy! It had these black, beady eyes…” for a moment, Pinekit struggles to make an accurate comparison to the creature. “It… it was like a furry worm.” Just as her description trails, Ferngill is there, and his arrival would be met with a pitiful frown. “Y-you gotta kill it, Uncle Ferngill! It’s dangerous, I can feel it!” Pinekit pleads, clasping shaking forepaws around the older toms forelimb, head craned to show the extravagant desperation that pricked tears along her waterline. “ S’a beast!”

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── IF YOUR LOVE’S THE TRUTH ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ OR DECEIT ──┐‎

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  PINEKIT ✩ she/her, kit of riverclan, 2 moons.
  ⭃ plush-furred tortoiseshell she-kit with white dipped forepaws, tail tip, and muzzle and round, honey hued optics.
  ⭃ daughter of Iciclefang && Stormywing ࿏ sister to Cragkit && Crabkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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