camp & I believe | kitsitting | yes I believe

[SMOKESTAR]

Just because he was stuck in camp did not mean he was some designated watcher of children, but apparently that information had been dutifully ignored by his clanmates as they went about their patrols and hunting without so much as a pause in his direction. He was going to shred his nest to ribbons at this rate with how much his pelt prickled and his skin crawled from being forced to continue sitting about like a useless lump of snow-spotted coal. Smokethroat wanted out, he wanted to go out and be productive and hunt and better prepare the clan for the coming colder climate but he'd been left smoldering instead; a pile of embers burning faintly and the first chance they got they'd catch and spread like a wildfire through the entire territory.
Still, he supposed if he didn't lead by example when it came to injury it would just make the apprentices feel like they had to tough it out when he'd prefer they didn't force an issue. Part of him wanted to keep them in the mindset that they were allowed weakness, that there was no harm in speaking to another; his fears were only amped up with two new litters in the clan or coming into the clan, an entirely new generation untouched by the world and he fretted over the same mistakes happening again. That lone orange eye moved lazily to the side, glanced at the edge of camp and he gave a wistful sigh but brushed the feeling off dismissively. Soon.

Careful steps carried him along to the nursery, kitten voices rising up and sleeping mother's merely lumpen shapes in the darkness he could not make out-perhaps his vision had gone a bit poorly as well or maybe the lighting. It was hard to determine, he often found himself blaming his now bad eye everytime he had a lapse in perception because it was just easier than acknowledging the rust that was starting to coat him as finely as his white spotting. "C'mon out you lot, bit of running around will keep the chill off."

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PAFP ping for - @Hazekit & @ashpaw! Please let one of them post first but this is otherwise open to any of the kits!
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[ashpaw!]

Ashpaw follows, bouncing, skipping — some of that old characteristic joy in her pawsteps, childish light in green eyes. It's a good morning and she's happy. If she has to be anywhere, kitsitting her little siblings with Smokethroat is just what she'd choose. And today she gets to!

Hopping and chirping, the little ginger tabby darts around the salt-and-pepper warrior — "and every time you do that, Reedkit will get this cute little serious look on his face, see, and — " she's rambling, telling all she knows about her little siblings so far, tiny personalities only just emerging. They can walk now, and they've even started to play. They are perfect.

"C'mon out you lot..."

She falls silent when Smokethroat speaks, catching her tongue to listen, but a little excited giggle escapes. "Yeah," she adds, "come on! Do you want to play?"

They like playing with her and that has been such a strange exciting thing. They like her. She doesn't know why she'd thought they wouldn't. She remembers the surprise she'd felt the day of their birth, not sent out or accused of crowding — but called in, made room for, shown tiny babies just born and allowed to love them. Ashpaw has lost a lot but what she has is a family. A good one. And they love her as much as she loves them.

It still surprises her and it delights her.

"They're the best," she finds herself whispering to Smokethroat. "They're my favorite kittens ever."
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—— " i found gold in the wreckage "

✦ ooc ✦ character information ✦ recent events

• ooc text goes here
  
  
• - 6 month old orange tabby with green eyes
  - apprenticed to lead warrior willowroot
  - happy-go-lucky, mischievous, hardworking
  - very friendly, but defensive of riverclan!
  - "speech"
• - disclosed being physically and psychologically abused by Spiderfall, who was exiled & who then killed her best friend
  
  - temporarily apprenticed to npc pebbleskip due to willowroot moving into the nursery
  

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[Petalstep .]

( ｡ﾟ❁ུ۪ °ₒ ) Personally, Petalkit was accustomed to being watched by a different cat each day, though typically it was one of the queens- on a rare occasion perhaps an elder kind enough to take on the task.
Today, however, Smokethroats voice calling for them to come out caught her by surprise. Still, she complies, hopping out with a curious tilt of her head as she gazed up at the warrior. ”Hm… this is weird” she comments casually, referring to the fact that the black warrior was actually anywhere near the nursery, she usually saw the tom ordering other cats around, or frantically chasing after Iciclepaw. Ashpaws excited whispers interrupt Petalkits thoughts, and she swivels a pointed ear in the apprentices direction. Favorites? She wanted to be someone’s favorite! Now, she finds herself scanning the camp, surely there was someone here that would proclaim her as their star.
”Speech.”​

( KEEP ABOUT YOUR WITS ; KNOW YOURSELF AND WHO YOU CAME IN WITH )

 

[Hazewish]

WAKE UP TO THE SOUND OF YOUR FLEETING HEART ⋆⁺₊⋆

Hazekit likes Smokethroat alright. She would like him better if he told them about his warrior adventures, but he’s too restless to humor them most of the time. They like Ashpaw a lot. She’s fun, and she doesn’t seem to mind when Hazekit tries to shove their paw in her mouth. So many words — where do they come from? Hazekit can only make one at a time, at most, but they’re sure that if they keep watching Ashpaw for long enough they’ll figure it out as well as she did, eventually. What she loves most isn’t the particular kitsitter, though.

It’s going out.

The world outside the nursery den is big and strange, bright and cold. Her parents said it’s because of leaf-bare, but Hazekit has yet to see proof that it won’t be like this forever. They like it though. Snow looks pretty. Where does that come from? Mom says ‘the sky’, which is even more fascinating. Hazekit would like to go there, to see how they make the snow, but so far they’ve only seen ducks and geese and crows up above, no cats. Perhaps Windclan cats get to fly? Mama said that cats who are no longer with them go to the sky as well, and they send messages sometimes, to Beesong and Cicadastar. They looked strange when Hazekit asked if she could also go, and said that cats in the sky don’t get to see their family anymore, which isn’t good. Hazekit likes their family, even when Antler hogs all the space against mom. It’s fine: maybe they’ll ask Beesong or Cicada to send a message back about the snow. She’s not letting go of that question so easily.

There are more than enough things to discover in the meantime. Warriors and their strange ways! Apprentices, nearly as tiny as Hazekit but somehow allowed out, how’s that fair? The medicine den, and the river — both alluring, mostly because they’re not allowed near them unsupervised. Today though… Today is the day Hazekit explores the distant and mysterious expense at the other side of camp. Who knows what wonders awaits her there?

When Smokethroat calls them out, she nearly bowls Petalkit over in her hurry to leave the nursery. They stop just in time, only stumbling a little, just in range to hear Ashpaw’s whisper. Looking at Petalkit — bigger than them, with pretty white fur, but not nearly excited enough for this outing — and then at their siblings, Hazekit nods with great seriousness.

”Best,” they agree. Turning their determined little body towards the Unexplored Wilds of the Opposite Side Of Camp, they call to the orange apprentice, hopeful, ”Run?”

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