camp HOT SUGAR ✧ intro, playing

[puppypaw]

Today is a good day. Or at least thats what Puppypaw thinks when she wakes up in the morning, careful not to wake any of her fellow apprentices up as she clambers from her nest, awaiting for Skyflight to come and get her. She grooms herself (or, in reality, she rushes through it) and she brings herself to sit near the freshkill pile, bright-eyed and bushy tailed. Thirty seconds go by. Blue eyes flit up to the sky, where the sun rises above the horizon and says a great big good morning! A minute and a half goes by. Puppypaw shifts on her paws, trying soooo hard to sit still.

Eventually, five minutes go by and she cannot hold her excitement anymore, weaving through the waking cats to go look for Skyflight. She finds her mentors body... in her nest! Skyflight was sleeping still! Puppypaw sinks to the ground, defeated, a groan leaving her mouth. Oh, what to do, what to do? Skyflight liked her beauty sleep, and normally Puppypaw was the one being woken up!

A few more minutes go by of her moping before she gets an idea. "Does anyone wanna play mossball with me, please?" she calls out, drawing a bit closer to where the apprentices slept and where the kittens normally played. Theres bound to be someone that would like to pass the time with her! Oh, pleaaaaase! She waits for a savior to approach.

𝖳𝖨𝖭𝖸 𝖳𝖠𝖭𝖦𝖤𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖤 𝖲𝖯𝖤𝖢𝖪𝖫𝖤𝖲 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🍊 𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖭𝖳𝖤𝖣 𝖨𝖭 𝖸𝖮𝖴𝖱 𝖤𝖸𝖤𝖲

• ❥ puppykit, puppypaw
  ❥ cisgender female ,, she/her ,, 06 moons
  ❥ ( moor-runner ) apprentice of windclan ,, mentored by skyflight
  ❥ lanky chocolate tortie with low white & blue eyes flecked with orange
  ❥ "speech, #ffb76d" ,, thoughts
  ❥ unknown sexuality ,, single
  ❥ smells like citrus & heather
  ❥ penned by chuff

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[honeysucklepaw]

The whining howling of a young mutt left unattended is enough to disturb the ears of a ball of shadow curled at her mother's belly. Her head picks up alike a snake unfurling from its coil, peering around with narrowed eyes to assess the shrill noise's source... it is near and it is insistent. Rather than suffer the wait of having someone else address it, the kit carefully removes her paws from where they are tucked neatly underneath her and stretches into standing.

"I'm goin' out there momma," she mumbles softly to a hardly-bothered mimicry of herself, stumbling over the form of her equally shade-dowsed brother to go investigate.

It seems... it is just Puppypaw... and she is baying like a hound for some sort of attention. Honeysucklekit doesn't recognize what it is that rattles around her in her chest painfully- an unnamed empathy that stems from an ageless yearning for acknowledgement. "Hi... Puppypaw..." is said with a yawn to interrupt it, "You've got some time to play?"

Glancing around the camp, it does seem a little early for most of the others to be interested in messing around with the likes of moss ball... and she isn't keen on passing up the chance to have a play-mate when the apprentices will soon be busy doing real stuff. "Can I play with you?"

mother tell me 𓇢𓆸 will you stay?

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  'howl with me at the moon which turns its back on us... hear us!'
• HONEYSUCKLEKIT
  - child of wind-swept moors
  - she/her
  - daughter to mintshade and gracklestep
  
  - a solid pitch she-cat with fern-green eyes

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[RATTLEHEART]

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — As it turned out, kits weren't always that exciting when they were the age of Rattleheart's. Of course, that wasn't to say that they weren't excited about every development that happened with their little ones. They were, of course, but they had to admit that the majority of the time things were quiet. Still except for the shifting of the little ones tucked against their belly, wailing woth their tiny wordless voices and searching for milk to keep them growing.

By comparison, slightly older cats like Honeysucklekit and Puppypaw were much more immediately engaging for fairly obvious reasons. Which was why the tunneler had allowed themself a bit of time away from the nursery, their own litter being safely watched over by one of the other queens. They were in the middle of a lengthy stretch to provide their legs with some relief when they heard the call from Puppypaw nearby. Although well aware of the fact that it was probably meant for clanmates far younger than them, they didn't see reason not to respond. Even if their role only ended up being that of scorekeeper for the players for a bit.

Long strides carried them over to where Puppypaw and Honeysucklekit stood, their tail playfully poking at the kit's head before they looked back towards Puppypaw. "Can I join in too? It's been a while since I've properly stretched my legs, and I'm sure I can swat the mossball pretty far for the rest of you." Rattleheart obviously wouldn't be upset if they were refused, figuring they could instead just have a meal in the sun and watch the group play for a bit if necessary.

THE RIGHTEOUS HAND OF GOD 𓆩♡𓆪 THE DEVIL THAT YOU FORGOT

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  ❥ longhaired black and white tom with pale green eyes
  ❥ 52 moons old; ages the 1st every month
  ❥ afab; uses he/she/they pronouns
  ❥ homosexual homoromantic; mated to venomstrike
  ❥ sibling to scorchstreak, lizardbounce, and rabbitclaw
  ❥ currently mentoring downypaw
  ❥ somewhat difficult to befriend; wary but kind
  ❥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ❥ all opinions are ic

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[FROSTWIND]

꙳•❅* The morning sun rises over the horizon, and still Frostwind sleeps. He dreams of his father, of his disappearance and his return, and he dreams of his siblings. Their family… could have been happy. If things had happened just a little bit differently, it could have all been perfect. But reality is harsh and it’s cruel, and eventually his eyes blink open to meet not any of his kin’s smiling faces, but instead a blue sky tinged in pink, lit by the rays of the sun. Frostwind groans.

He doesn’t have anything important to do yet, so his half-lidded gaze slides to the young Puppypaw when she calls out for someone to play with her. It strikes him as a pitiful sight, really; Frostwind had never found himself short on playmates, and had never even needed to ask to play with anyone. After all, he’d had three built-in best friends when he’d been younger. But the apprentice is tugging at his heartstrings, and eventually sympathy wins out. Honeysucklekit and Rattleheart both offer their paws for a game of mossball, and the tunneler decides that joining in on the game can’t be worse than going out hunting. It isn’t as though he’d catch any prey either way.

Maybe it’s the sleep deprivation or maybe it’s the giddiness that follows a good dream, but the warrior feels surprisingly playful this morning. Where he’d normally ignore such a plea, he instead trots over to join the trio. "I’ll play," he says, eyes narrowing in question as he looks to Puppypaw directly. She seems like a sweet kid, and the tom cracks a smile as he dips into an exagerrated bow. "If you’ll have me, of course." The words are added in a rumbling drawl, showing deference to the apprentice who he treats as though she’s the queen of mossball.

❆ outpace the dawn

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  FROSTWIND ❯❯ he/him, tunneler of windclan
  ❆ scruffy black and white tom with icy eyes. sly and calculating.
  ❆ son of scorchstreak and badgermoon ; brother to scorchstorm, luckypaw, rumblerain
  ❆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ❆ penned by foxlore

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[Dustpaw!]

Puppypaw had left the nursery recently and Dustkit was still adjusting to not having her around consistently anymore. Soon her cousins would be leaving her too and she'd be stuck with the mewling babies for company. However Puppypaw's voice beckons her, she was gonna play again she hadn't become all lame and super serious! She runs before she walks almost tripping over herself in her haste as she follows where Puppypaw's voice rung out and now where she hears Honeysucklekit, Rattleheart and... some cat who smells kinda like Scorchstreak but totally wasn't cause his voice was deeper. She would bump against Honeysucklekit as she slows down she hadn't meant to, but still she doesn't apologize she'd only gently pushed against her.

She sits besides her denmate and looks excited at the prospect of playing mossball even if she was notoriously bad at it, but when she got that ball oh she had some plans! And she'd get it, cause she was determined and no one could beat a determined Dustkit! "I bet I can toss it further then you Rattleheart like super far!" she challenges and it's all in good fun, she's just playing and good competition added to the fun! Plus it'd be super impressive if she did manage to do that, then they'd go "wow Dustkit you're super talented sorry for every doubting you" and she'd become the best mossball player in the clan. She was a underdog!

"I'm playing too of course" she announces as if they hadn't already guessed "I won't go easy on anyone, so don't go easy on me!" she always worried she was gonna be treated like a newborn and that ground on her nerves. She worries more about the warriors treating her gently.

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  Dustkit ✩ She/Her, Windclan Kit, 4 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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