pafp HI JUMP KICK [practice]

[CRABPAW]

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 After setting up an obstacle course for the injured warriors, the boy has really started to understand just how hard being a warrior is. Fighting against rushing currents in the river, battling foxes and big scary dogs, jumping from rock to rock across the river with quick, precise movements… it’s all a far cry from playing mossball and pouncing on beetles in camp. Crabkit is a pretty long way away from being a warrior, but he’s still only managed to catch one fish—and he doesn’t wanna catch another one, since that means his mama will make him kill it, too. He loves Iciclefang a lot, but he doesn’t want to kill any other animals. He isn’t like Pinekit or Cragkit, he isn’t like most of RiverClan. He doesn’t want to do any of it. He just wants to be a good warrior and fight against rogues and dogs and evil ThunderClanners.

Today, he’s not fighting against anything. But if he wants to fight someday, then he has to start somewhere. And he’s good at jumping, so he might as well start there. He can jump really high, but he hasn’t ever tried to jump over anything except some sticks and rocks. So when he catches Pinekit standing just outside the nursery, probably doing nothing important, Crabkit happily drags her into his practice. "Stand still," he warns his sister, creeping toward her on slow paws. It isn’t like he’s sneaking up on her or anything—she knows he’s there. But if he moves slow, then he can get a better jump, because he’ll be more balanced. "Stand veeeeeery still."

Without waiting another moment, the ginger-and-white tom bursts forward, a running start and a big leap sending him right over the tortoiseshell kit’s back. He stumbles and falls right on his stomach when he hits the ground, but he’s quick to pick himself up, shaking the dust off. Ginger paws whirl around to face his littermate, a proud grin lighting his face. "HA! How high was that? Did it look cool?" Bright green eyes don’t stray from his sister’s face, eager to see her expression change to something totally amazed and awestruck!

˚𓆛˚｡ the river will take me

• ooc: pls wait for pinekit !
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  CRABKIT ❯❯ he/him, kit of riverclan
  𓆟 ginger and cream tabby with rippling white spotting and mossy green eyes. highly emotional and difficult to keep focused on one subject.
  𓆟 son of iciclefang ; brother to cragkit & pinekit
  𓆟 peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  𓆟 penned by foxlore

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[Pinepaw ⭒]

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- Crabkit wasn’t like any other kit she had ever met, if not protected by the blood that tied them together, Pinekit’s affection for her littermate would easily be replaced with scorn. Yet, as her brother, Pinekit liked him just the way he was. Yes, more often than not the ginger kitten could be spotted hogging all of their mothers attention, but that was okay. His future held no promise, no risk of stealing Pinekit’s limelight. Ultimately, Crabkit’s inadequacies made him her favorite.
When he caught her, Pinekit had actually been quite busy, she was in the middle of a grand plan, inspired by Crabkit’s recent feeble ‘first catch.’ Yet, the tortoiseshell still lets herself be dragged away from her thoughts to let Crabkit practice his jumping skills on her. “Yeah, yeah.” Pinekit huffs in reply with a toss of her eyes, she wasn’t a fish-brain.
Golden optics follow Crabkit’s slow steps, and her ears swivels with hastiness. Finally, he makes his leap. Akin to the sun itself, he is merely a blurred form of ginger as he flies over her, and Pinekit watches with slightly raised brows.
Half of her had been expecting to be barreled into, but this was nice, too. His landing earns a second-hand wince from the sister, but he bounces back up as though nothing happened. His face is lit bright with pride, and Pinekit offers him a grin after a heartbeat. “You looked li’a bird, Crabby.” Pinekit chimes, padding closer to where he landed. “That was super cool!” Her praise is earnest as she aims to give the tabby’s shoulder a light nudge with her forepaw.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── AND I BEG TO BE TESTED ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ BY GODDESSES RESTING ──┐‎

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  PINEKIT ✩ she/her, kit of riverclan, 5 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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[EVENINGPAW]

"That was awesome!" Eveningpaw adds to Pinekit's praise, quick to join the siblings in their playtime. It is an odd thing to acknowledge that she's been hovering near the nursery quite often — the Eveningkit of the past had thought she would never come too close again... but it is impossible not to check in on her friends regularly. She needs to know all the cool stuff they discovered or new games they thought of, even if Eveningpaw is often mesmerized by the world outside of camp.

She easily slips inbetween Crabkit and Pinekit, as if there is no rank separating them. There is no hint that she feels out of place; soon enough, they would be apprentices too, so it's not like Eveningpaw is playing with newborn babies. (Still, she finds herself carefully weaving around them now...)

"Do you wanna try a moving target next? You can pounce on my tail." The offer comes with a presentation; Eveningpaw turns her back on the pair, striped tail an ever-moving bait to Crabkit's eyes. Or so she hopes. "But watch out! It's swift as a snake." And twice as deadly, she wants to add, but she's not sure Iciclefang would appreciate such a blatant attempt at scaring her son.
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