camp Hello, Hello, Are You Lonely? ￫ Introvert vs. Babies

Silverpaw.

Silverpaw.

don't forget about me.
Spring Prompts [WC '24]
Feb 28, 2024
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✧.* It was fairly early in the morning, though Silverpaw had been awake for quite a while at this point. He'd taken up his usual spot to observe the Clan as they all woke up and went about their duties for the day, sitting alone while he thought of any training he would perhaps be taken to do later. It was nice out, a gentle warmth dancing about and the pollen thankfully not coming for revenge (for now). He had decided that he enjoyed Newleaf much better when he wasn't sneezing every other breath. Silverpaw was a little bored, though. His observations were the same as ever with the Clan bustling around, nothing of particular importance occurring within the time that he had been awake. That was fine. He was used to it. He wouldn't just walk up to anyone and ask about anything going on in the Clan. Why would he do that? If there was anything anyone wanted him to know or do, they could easily approach him first.

But he surely wouldn't be expecting the sound of little paws rapidly drawing closer to him. Even before the sound fully reached him, Silverpaw froze, his entire body stiffening. He stared forward, silently hoping that the sound would go past him, taking a deep breath. But unbeknownst to him, the stars were not on his side.​

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  • ooc ￫ @sheepkit @Dustkit @Lakekit. and any other babies who'd like to join! Apprentices and warriors who want to watch this socially awkward little guy desperately try to figure out how to talk to kits are free to join as well :3

  • Silverpaw. / Tags
    ￫ WindClan Tunneler apprentice
    ￫ Transgender male (he/him)
    ￫ Eight moons; ages every month
    ￫ Mentored by Dustyfoot.
    ￫ Text. "Speech." Thoughts.
    ╰┈➤ penned by liobleu
 
*+:｡.｡ " Silverpaw! Silverpaw! " quarry spotted, the girl's little paws slammed hard on flourishing grass in her desperation to come upon the apprentice first. She holds no consideration for his introversion - that concept basically doesn't exist in her opinion - so she pays no heed to his fidgets or nervous side-glances for a chance to escape. He's trapped. Skidding to a halt, the girl immediately begins her conversation starter -
" My tongue is OBVIOUSLY longer than everyone else's, right!? "
Of course, if she makes the claim, she must show the proof. Sticking her tongue out as far as it can go, she looks cross-eyed between it, then pointedly back at Silverpaw. " thee? ith tho lowng! " she exclaims. Sucking it back in, she points furiously at the other kits, " I said that if I wanted to, I could groom the back of my ear, but they won't believe me! So tell them Silverpaw " Smirking, she sits back and waits for his vouching.


*+:｡.｡ Updated 1/11/23


  • " Speech "
    GENERAL:
    ☾ Frightkit
    ☾ DFAB— She/Her — Unsure
    ☾ 2 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
    ☾ Windclan Kit
    ☾ Sister to Deathkit, Witherkit, Grasskit, Whitekit and Midnightkit

    COMBAT:
    ☾Physically very easy | mentally very easy
    ☾ Attack in bold #1b1e21
    injuries: None
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“Frightkit you can't bring someone else into this!” No venom was in their tone as she was hot on her paws in pursuit after the younger kit. They huffed in annoyance as they caught up to her. There was a scowl but the displeasure didn’t quite reach her eyes. That being said, they were firmly on the side of the argument of the fact that Frightkit could in fact NOT groom the back of her ear.

“You're- you-” she sputtered as they tried to catch their breath, usually Brackenkit had something to say about everyone so it was a rarity for the opinionated kit to be rendered speechless. Sighing she looked over at Silverpaw, pouting “she's wrong, right? No one's tongue can be THAT long!” While willingly talking to an apprentice felt like a mild irritation that she couldn’t scratch, she was willing to bench this issue of hers to prove that she was in fact the one that's right. If Brackenkit was a wiser cat then maybe she'd notice that he was an introvert but she doesn't understand what that word means, so it's far from her mind.

Instead, Silverpaw is seen as a mediator for the debate. Or potentially… Potentially he could be the solution! There was a spark of realisation in her eyes as she gasped to themself. “I bet Silverpaw's tongue is longer than yours and even he can't do that!” she challenges Frightkit with a wild grin. Then looks up at the apprentice expectantly. “Go on! Show us your tongue! I bet it's waaaayyy longer than hers!” Their tone was boisterous, their demand clear.

‎‎ ‎┌── Im just a dog ⸙ with no bite ──┐‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

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  • BRACKENKIT
    ✩     they/she, kit of WindClan, five moons (ages on the 22nd)
    ⭃ Speech, thoughts, attacking
    ⭃ a lithe and fragile looking calico that looks like they still need to grow into her ears
    ⭃ easy to befriend other kits, gradually harder to befriend every rank after that
    ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
    ⭃ penned by Juice ↛ @/ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
    ⭃ All opinions are IC!! Bracken is a little hater

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Bounding after Frightkit, with a sleepy yawn escaping him. The black smoke was awake, as he heard Frightkit announce that her tongue is suuuuuper long. Brackenkit was also following after his friend. He hums, as he bounces up to the poor apprentice that's now Frightkit’s victim.

"Ooo, Fry's tongue is long?" He meows out, head tilting to the side in question to Frightkit’s announcement. He halts next to his friend, plopping himself down next to her curling his tail around his dark dusted paws. He looks up to stare at the apprentice, blue eyes squinting at the tom that was eerily still. He raises a paw, to poke at tom's leg. "Why're you here alone?" He questions the spotted furred apprentice with a head tilt. He turns his head, blinking as he saw Frightkit's tongue. It isn't long…? Huh.

Sheepkit looks over at his denmate, Brackenkit who was pouting. His eyes widened at the calico’s claim on Sliverpaw'is tongue. He let out a ’ooo'. He agrees with his denmate's claim. "Yeah, Yeah! Show us your tongue Sliverpaw!" He leans against the apprentice's foreleg, wanting to know if the apprentice's tongue really is long.
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BETWEEN DREAMS ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 SLUMBER PARTIES
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  • no ref yet </3
  • ( NO WAY! REALLY?! ) ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ SHEEPKIT.
    ✶ amab ; HE / HIM ; 5 MOONS & AGES EVERY 26TH.
    ✶ kitten of windclan | clanborn
    ✶ undecided / single / not looking / open to puppy-crushes
    ✶ a longhaired black smoke with high white with blue eyes
    ✶ thoughts ; "Speech, 8E7F7F" ; attacks only
    ✶ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
    ✶ smells like early morning dew & windblown heather
    — all opinions are ic

    → biography / @ on discord for plots
    — penned by calzone
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Dustkit is getting more acquainted with the camp and her older clanmates, though she still occasionally does hiss at them when they come to close and they smell new and weird. Today she isn't going scouting, she follows behind her cousin and some of the other kits as they head out to play, she refuses to miss out now! She'd spent too long in the nursery and she's no mouseheart she's brave and can handle whatever the older kits decide to play she's sure she could even beat them at their own games especially if they underestimate her. However their is no game she's being led to, instead she's led to someone new. Someone Frightkit calls Silverpaw; an apprentice and one that she's yet to meet. Her nose crinkles at him as she comes closer to investigate the unfamiliar tom, under her breath she meows "You dun' smell as good as Pinkpaw" probably wasn't as cool either she guesses. Her attention shifts easily as her cousin brings up her tongue and it's length - she thinks she remembers hearing her debate with the other kits about this very topic while she was off in snooze-town curled into the warmth of her brothers.

It's not a argument she can confidently get into but she does anyway "You are totally lying, I bet my tongues way longer" she sticks her tongue out at Frightkit as if to prove her point. "Probably longer then his too!" they wanted to see Silverpaw's, she doesn't like the idea of being outdone by this mysterious apprentice.
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    Dustkit ✩ She/Her, Windclan Kit, 2 moons
    ⭃ short furred black smoke she-cat with high white and cloudy green eyes (blind)
    ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
    ⭃ penned by Kedamono ↛ @legmeatt on discord, feel free to dm for plots. ​
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"Yeah, where's your mentor?" Beekit bounces over, close on Sheepkit's tail as their denmates take to questioning a very uncomfortable-looking Silverpaw. Beekit's short tail is raised high in a friendly greeting despite this, eagerly listening to the other kits of WindClan chatter away for a few moments. A contest? A longest tongue contest? Beekit's tongue is long!

"I think mine's the longest! I'm the oldest kit, after all." They meow, short fur puffed out proudly at the prospect. They'd be an apprentice as soon as Sunstar gets a spare moment, only narrowly missing the mark in order to join Blizzardpaw and Spotpaw in their first moon of training right now, so Silverpaw can't be much older than them! To prove their point Beekit sticks their tongue all the way out, as far as they can, squinting at Silverpaw and silently hoping to egg the apprentice on into joining their game.
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✧.* It only took a few moments for him to be surrounded by kits, eyes widening as they all ran up to him. They were all clearly unable to understand the concept of personal space, but Silverpaw supposed he couldn't fault them for not knowing. He was just... really wishing he hadn't decided to stay in camp to wait for his mentor. His tail curled protectively closer to himself. Eyes closing briefly as he took another deep breath, Silverpaw prepared himself for whatever these kits were asking of him. Which apparently happened to be arguing over whose tongue was longer.

"Um," he mumbled, staring at Fright while she attempted to show him how long her tongue was. Then came Brackenkit, denying Frightkit's claims before turning the attention to Silverpaw's own tongue. His expression, usually stoic, twisted into that of nervousness and confusion. Nobody could lick behind their ear, right? Why did they have to bring him into this?! On one paw, he could agree with Frightkit just to keep her happy, but then he'd have to answer to the other kits that were on the other side of the argument. Then a paw was poking at his leg and oh stars Silverpaw was surrounded how could he ever get out of this he didn't know how to talk to kits why StarClan did he have to be the center of attention here please someone save him–

"I– uh– like sitting alone? It– It's nice, and, uh, I'm waiting for my mentor, I guess..." he trailed off, though a small squeak left him when Sheepkit leaned against his leg. Oh, okay. Now he had a kit on him. Okay, that's cool, that's fine. Yeah. He could handle this. But why were they all insistent on seeing his tongue? And suddenly Dustkit is approaching too and according to her he doesn't smell as good as Pinkpaw, whatever that means? He didn't smell bad, did he? He was always sure to keep his pelt groomed as well as possible, surely he didn't smell– what did Pinkpaw even smell like anyway? Silverpaw didn't exactly make it his life mission to smell his Clanmates...

With Beekit's question, he blinked. Where was Dustyfoot? He didn't know. Though after a couple of moons of his former mentor just disappearing for random amounts of time, Silverpaw had just grown used to not knowing where his mentor was. But it was still rather early in the morning, so there was still plenty of time for Dustyfoot to take him out for training. If he would be training today, then his mentor could approach him to do so, and that was that. But with no way to answer Beekit's question, he just kept silent and allowed his gaze to awkward pass between each of the kits. That left the issue of whose tongue was the longest.

The most reasonable course of action would just be to entertain the kits. If he didn't go along with their antics, they probably wouldn't leave him alone, and he reeeeally didn't know if he'd be able to survive that. So, after multiple moments of sitting in embarrassed silence, Silverpaw relents and allows his mouth to fall open. He stuck his tongue out as far as it could go, blinking expectantly at the kits. He personally didn't think his tongue was that long, given his small size, but maybe it'd help the kits with their interesting debate topic.

"Um, howth thith?"​

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  • ooc ￫ it's 6am and i didn't proofread this so if there's any mistakes no there aren't

  • Silverpaw. / Tags
    ￫ WindClan Tunneler apprentice
    ￫ Transgender male (he/him)
    ￫ Eight moons; ages every month
    ￫ Mentored by Dustyfoot.
    ￫ Text. "Speech." Thoughts.
    ╰┈➤ penned by liobleu
 
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