camp HONEY, I KNOW ⁂ coming back to camp

[kit]

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The soft crunch of long-fallen leaves is a soothing rhythm in the kittens ears as she treks back with the patrol that had discovered her. The one who had rescued the girl from her steely entrapment had said that they only brought the extra brave kittens back to their forest camp, something that had nests and freshly-killed prey.

So, that’s what the girl was trying her best to convey, her ginger-speckled chin tilted slightly too high and shoulders postured back as she was led, an over-correction for the vague and nervous twinge in her chest.

The only time the kitten halts is right before she is supposed to go through a looming entrance, crafted in spiked tendril, despite the slight gap that seemed to promise safe passage. “You promise they won’t poke me?” Her song-bird chime wavers with uncertainty, though any ounce of reassurance would be enough to get the tortoiseshell to take her first step inward.

What the passage opens up to is nothing like the girl had ever seen before, and her nervous twinge has evolved into a spark. Not now.
Kitten-round optics seek out the first warrior that would make eye contact with her, a soft-spoken inquiry already on her tongue; “Where’s the food?”

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── ALL I EVER WANTED ⋅⁂⋅ WAS THE WORLD ──┐‎

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  @SILVERSMOKE @Sorrelsong @spicepurr @Bumblebee! @butterflytuft
  
  

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  PLUMKIT ✩ she/her, kit of SkyClan, four moons.
  ⭃ feathery fawn tabby and tortoiseshell chimera she-kit with vivid hazel eyes.
  ⭃ mentored by N/A
  ⭃ 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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[Chickbloom]

Since Butterflytuft had convinced him to spend more time with kits, Chickbloom had found the constant games and chaos oddly relaxing. Unfortunately, it seemed he’d a bad time to take up a career as a babysitter. It was like getting someone else’s mail, the way kittens kept showing up on their borders. It wasn’t a bad thing (starclan knew his sensitive heart melted at the sight of each castaway cat), but it was exhausting.

It had gotten to the point where it almost didn’t register, folded ears flicking up as an unfamiliar squeak reached the whelp. “Oh - uh - o-over there” Chickbloom chirped, gesturing to the prey pile before dinner-plate eyes did a double take.

The baby bird was quick to crouch, wobbly eyes giving the girl a once-over. His anxious gaze flicked from her, to the patrol, and back again. “You can - can eat as m-much as you want.” An undercurrent of anxiety filled the feline’s voice, not sure how full the prey pile would remain come leaf-bare. “S-So, are your - er - d-do you know if your p-parents are looking for you? Or h-housefolk?” Chickbloom didn’t want to turn this cat away, but he didn’t want to condemn her to a life away from her relatives if a happy ending could be had.​

 

[BEECHDAPPLE]

♧ just how many kittens did the stars intend on sending to skyclan? beechdapple is starting to lose track of how many little scraps of fur have been taken into their domicile and while she's glad skyclan is able to welcome them with open arms it does bring about certain worries, leaf-bare is just around the corner and with this many mouths to feed there's surely going to be issues where there won't enough for everyone and some will have to go hungry for who knows how long.

beechdapple lets out a small breath, one laced in subtle concern before heavy-set paws are carrying her over to greet the patrol and the treasure they've bought home. "we might be setting a record at this point." she chuckles, sparing a glance at the small tortoiseshell asking about food then over to chickbloom who chatted with her before returning her focus to the rest. "so, where'd you find this lil thing?" beechdapple asks, dappled tail swishing idly behind. ​

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[weedpaw]

𓆝 . ° ✦ Beechdapple is right. SkyClan seems to be bringing in a remarkable number of kits lately. Weedpaw doesn't see it as a bad thing- there surely is no problem with having a great number of clanmates- but rather is bewildered by the sheer number of them. He wonders, too, where all the parental instincts that his mother and father have have gone. He lacks, unsure of how to even begin to communicate with the youngest of his clanmates.

Weedpaw lingers beside Chickbloom for a long and quiet moment. Then, as if prompted by the question, he retrieves a plump squirrel for the famished kitten to eat. "Here," is all that he says when he places the prey in front of her. Then, after a long moment of feeling particularly awkward he looks at the cats who escorted her to camp and asks: "Does she have a name?" Then, as he realizes he's probably being rude and the kit is perfectly capable of speaking for herself, he glances at her and re-phrases "What's your name?"

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  WEEDPAW — HE/HIM ･ 11 MOONS ･ SKYCLAN APPRENTICE ･ PENNED BY CARAT!

  longhaired black tomcat with low white spotting. born 11/9/23 and ages realistically 1 week every Thursday. Follow along with his growth here!

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[Bumblebee!]

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Bumblebee worried slightly, with this many kits being brought to Skyclan... would they be okay in leaf-bare? It was one of the toughest seasons to behold them and there were so many that would need mouths to feed. Yet the kit was quick to begin making herself home within the camp wall, and even warriors began to greet her. Weedpaw was quick to get her food before asking if she had a name but before Bumblebee could respond to the apprentice's question, he was quick to focus on the kit and ask the kit her name.

The tom gestured slightly his mouth moving with phantom words, "No name was yet given to her, I don't know if she even has one" the mute expressed before looking down at the kit. They looked healthy enough from an untrained eye, yet a part of him wondered if Fireflyglow should still check on the kit to make sure the kit was okay, yet for now, he would allow the kit to eat her fill before focusing on making sure she wasn't injured, especially after such a long journey that must've tired her out. His tail curled around his paws glancing towards his patrol mates seeing if they would add anything else to the conversation over the kit's well-being ​

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[butterflytuft]

Butterflytuft watches the unfolding scene from the nursery entrance, her heart already softening for the new arrival. SkyClan had certainly been seeing an influx of kits, and though worry lingered about how they'd all fare in leaf-bare, she couldn't help but feel an overwhelming warmth at the sight of yet another small life finding its way to their camp. Another kit for her to nurture and take care of. Her gaze shifts to Chickbloom, whose nervous energy is palpable, and then to her son, who makes a kind effort to bring the kit some food.

The tortoiseshell queen takes a breath and steps forward on gentle paws. She dips her head to Bumblebee and Beechdapple as she passes, murmuring a soft greeting before focusing on the kit. The small one holds herself with a mix of pride and trepidation, a brave front that Butterflytuft had never been able to pull for herself at that age. She remembers being young and scared and alone herself, unsure of what the future would hold.

"Welcome to SkyClan," Comes her warm, soothing mew as she offers a reassuring smile before nodding to the squirrel. "Eat as much as you need, little one. You must be so tired and hungry, but you’re safe here.” Her eyes flick to Chickbloom and Weedpaw, a silent thank you to both of them for being so attentive. She can see how hard her son is trying to nurture the small life and it fills her with pride.

Looking back at the kit, Butterflytuft's yellow eyes soften further as she waits patiently for her to answer Weedpaw's earlier question. Her head lowers and her tail curls around her body in her usual small, unassuming posture. She knows that this new addition to their clan, however unexpected, deserves nothing less than warmth and care. Whatever challenges lie ahead in leaf-bare, they would face them together.
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[PALADIN]

Butterflytuft is departing from the nursery again- here, Paladin has learned that pattern. Shielded eyes watch her nurse-mother stalk from safety to meet a kit already older then Paladin. There is no feeling in her gut as she stands and steps to the entrance of the nursery, ears perked forward and copper eyes wide at the new arrival. There is no bite of jealousy or fear- no, it's simply... the same.

Paladin tips aside and ends up sitting, her legs still wobbly in her younger age, but soon to strengthen enough she'd be venturing free of the nursery of her own accord. Her thoughts know at least one thing to be true- Butterflytuft is so, so kind. She has given Paladin life- passed it along to her nest-mates, risen Skyclan's orphans up from nothing. Paladin doesn't even smell like dog anymore, which... she is told is a good thing.

Unerring copper eyes continue to stare out from the mouth of the nursery at the new kit, both unsure and of the same mind as the older kit. You and I... are the same. Paladin considers to herself.

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  ⭃ LH black tabby / silver tabby chimera with low white and strong copper eyes. white plumed hair sits center on her head down to the beginning of her mane. a 'sword' is outlined in white on her back. she's quiet but intent, serious but still kitten-soft.
  ⭃ mentored by no one / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ mated to no one / / sibling to unknown
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[kit]

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The first to answer her is not who the girl accepted, but she parts her maw to spare a polite thank you anyways, that is until the stranger does the strangest thing. Placed under an all-too-wide gaze, the tortoiseshell takes a shuffle back from the cat, though her eye contact remains steady in the face of more questions. “No, neither.” The kitten answers simply, chest puffing as though almost proud of her ability to survive for so long. You sleep in one metal box…

The second to approach speaks completely over the kittens head, and that would have annoyed her if not for another, younger Wildcat approaching and giving her the decency of attention- and he brings her food. Even though it’s simply another question the girl has no answers for. “I don’t have one. Never needed one,” the kitten answers again, plainly but as though she's stating a fact. Her mother hadn’t bothered, and the kitten couldn’t quite wrap her head around the concept of a name, let alone give herself one. Bumblebee got it quite right.

The next to shuffle up may as well be something mythical, a brighter reflection of the girl herself and asking no questions, only sweet-spoken comfort. The girl smiles towards the patchwork stranger, bringing the squirrel closer to her. Though, it felt weird to eat with so many eyes on her. Especially the curious pair that burns into the kittens pelt from where the kind lady had emerged. “Silversmoke said I can sleep here,” if I’m brave, she adds silently. Though that part didn’t need to be spoke aloud, she was being plenty brave.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── ALL I EVER WANTED ⋅⁂⋅ WAS THE WORLD ──┐‎

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  PLUMKIT ✩ she/her, kit of SkyClan, four moons.
  ⭃ feathery fawn tabby and tortoiseshell chimera she-kit with vivid hazel eyes.
  ⭃ mentored by N/A
  ⭃ 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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[butterflytuft]

No parents, no twolegs, no name. The queen’s heart aches for her - how long has she been alone out there? She looks like she’s trying awfully hard to look certain and brave with her chest puffed up, but Butterflytuft doesn't miss the subtle step back the kit takes. She’s been in her paws before. She knows exactly how overwhelming it can be when everything feels new and unfamiliar.

When she says Silversmoke told her she can sleep here, the tortoiseshell knows she'll have to speak with him later to get the full story, but for now, her focus remains on the young one in front of her. Gently, she nods, her tail uncurling to wrap comfortingly around the kit. "That’s right, you can! Let me show you to the nursery. Weedpaw will bring your squirrel there.” She casts a glimmering look to her son. Truthfully, she just wants to get her out of the spotlight and give her a place to rest and relax. Maybe even meet the other kits. But she thinks it’s important to give her some space from all of the adults…strangers can be overwhelming for such a little kit.

With that, she begins to guide her back towards the holly bush, where Paladin still has her curious head poked out.
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[Uranuskit]

Peaking out from the nursery, wide blue eyes find a new cat. The kitty-pet born struggles to remember this ones name - but surely they had to have met right? There were just to many faces to remember, honestly. Her muscles stiffen, nose high from her half-hidding place. The new cat didn't smell like.. like the other cats. It was hard to place clan smell, but it was there. And this kit maybe didn't have it? Were they from the other clans? A shook of wonder ran through her. What where the other clans like? Oh she had so many questions. But where they part of this clan? If they weren't, did that make them dangerous? Oh no! She hadn't had any warrior training! How would she protect Ursabounce and Venuskit?!
Any anxiety was dashed away when Butterflytuft moved to welcome the kit. So they were part of the clan! Well, that was good! And if Butterflytuft liked them, then that meant they could be friends! And what better way to make friends then to - well, make friends!
Running out of the nursery, the patch-work kitten abruptly stopped in front of the new kit. "Hi! Welcome to Sky Clan! I'm Uranuskit! Wanna be friends? I'm really good at moss ball!"

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