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[PINKSHINE]

Pink-kit is very much not in the know when it comes to clan matters. And she doesn’t care to be! She had important things to do, like nap and play games, and exciting things to discuss, like which color was the best one, and why they cant just eat grass like all the prey does, and is she gonna be Brightshine sized or Heavy Snow sized when she’s older? Pink-kit sits a little bit outside the nursery, paws playing in the dirt. Downykit’s here too, and Pink-kit loves them a lot.

But this wasn’t a discussion of LOVE. it was one of facts and logic and very careful planning of the future! " Downykit, " she mews. She knew all her family’s names now and lots of her clanmates too. Bigger words are still hard though. It’s too bad her speakiness is limiting the outward expression of the intellectual thoughts she has up in her brain. " You wanna be a gross dirty worm cat or, um, the other one? " Pink-kit asks. She doesn’t remember what the other one is called, nor has anything she can dumb it down to that easy. What did those guys even do all day? " Booooring. Dirt's boring, but I’m Pink-kit, like a worm, " she says with a shrug. That probably had to do with destiny or something, didn’t it?

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• OOC: please wait for @downykit !!

• NOTE: SHE IS A FEVER COAT BABY!
  

  

• ( I MISS YOU, IT'S MAGIC! ) PINK-KIT KIT OF WINDCLAN. DAUGHTER TO BRIGHTSHINE & HEAVY SNOW. SISTER TO HEATHKIT, DOWNYKIT, & FINCHKIT.
  —— SHE / HER; UNOPPOSED TO THE USE OF OTHERS
  —— CURRENTLY 2 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 16TH
  
  A tiny, longhaired calico she - kit with yellow eyes, ringed blue around her pupils (sectoral heterochromia). While you can clearly see her flame markings on her face, the rest of her body is currently covered by a grey fever - coating. Though the whites of her are still very much visible. Pink-kit bounces around WindClan without a care in the world! Her emotions are big, and she makes little effort to regulate them, resulting in both her usually cheerful disposition, as well as making her prone to sudden bouts of extreme anger or sadness. Rarely seen without a smile!
  

  HEAVY IC OPINIONS! Pink-kit is a very irrational and childish character!​

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[downyfur]

Downykit doesn't flit from task to task, thought to thought, as their sister seems to do. They're content to sit quietly, often by themselves, dream-deep eyes rolling lazily towards the sky and back again to the earth. Like all kits, though, they're beginning to question. What lies beyond the boundaries of the camp walls, what terrors await them where the sky meets the earth without their shield of gorse? Why are Brightshine and Heavy Snow so insistent on them eating "real" food now instead of milk, even when they know she still has some, and prey is gushy and bloody and it stares at them with their big dead rabbit eyes?

Their sister's attention is upon them again, as it often is. She and Finchkit make the lion's share of voices, while Heathkit seldom makes any sound at all. Sometimes Downykit regards themself as the only normal one in their litter, but maybe they're wrong. Maybe they should be talking more too. "Hi Pink-kit," they mew back. She meows something completely non-sequiter, and they take it seriously in childish stride. "Um." Downykit tilts their head. Pink-kit keeps talking, and they keep thinking. "I don't wanna be gross or a worm. Did you know worms don't have eyes?" they remark placidly, something they've noticed in all their staring at the world. "Pink-kit," the child adds, looking amusingly sober. "I think, I think they're called 'tunnelers'. Not worms. It's okay, we can be the other thing, the, the—" They screw their big blue eyes, trying their best to remember what exactly it was that Heavy Snow did. Something about running around...​

 

[RABBITCLAW]

A worm. A fucking kit called us worms. Offended was she to passby and hear the two kits converse about tunnelers in such a manner. It's the first time she's heard them being called gross worms. She couldn't say that being a tunneler was a clean job, considering they were underground and dirt was practically a given along with other things. If you were a clean freak, then... Maybe just don't become a tunneler. Her anger flares when Downykit states that he doesn't want to be gross and a worm, she has half a mind to cuff the pair here and now. However... Do I really wanna get into a fight with Heavy Snow or Brightshine about this? Hmm... Yeah, no. Lucky brats. Downykit assuages her anger somewhat by providing the correct term of what ranking she is instead of gross dirty worm cat. Yeesh, it's not that hard. With a roll of her eyes, she approaches them while offering them a flick of her tail in greeting.

"Moor runners Downykit. They're called Moor runners. Moor runners make up most of warriors, while I!" She stops in front of them and dramatically puts a paw to her puffed out chest. "I am a tunneler." I ain't no gross dirty worm cat! It might be best to teach them that what they think are gross dirty worm cats is actually quite special and not everyone can become one. She puts her paw down and gives her attention to Pinkkit. "Here's the thing Pinky. Not everyone can be a tunneler. Only the smallest cats and skinniest of cats can be tunnelers. So if you two become as big as your dad, then no way are you gonna be tunnelers. You'll be moor runners if you both grow to be big!" The information given might be cruel to some by how she delivered such news, but considering the pair seemed to dislike the notion of becoming a tunneler she doubts they would be horribly offended. Besides, kits bounce back easier than us grown ups.​

 

[beetlenose]

Unlike Rabbitclaw, Beetlenose doesn't really mind Pink-kit's nickname for her ilk. She's wormlike enough– though she has eyes, she supposes, they aren't much use in the black maws of the tunnels beneath the earth. She might be wormlike in her namesake, too. Beetles were close to worms, weren't they? But beetles had a much stronger carapace. Worms were easy to slash through with her indelicate claws. Beetles not so much. Maybe that's why her mother gave her the name, she thinks, to make her stronger. It's fitting enough. Maybe it's giving her a thicker skin now, as she listens in to Pink-kit and Downykit's conversation, or maybe she just doesn't mind being wormy.

Someone certainly seems to mind, though. Beetlenose's ear flicks as Rabbitclaw puffs her chest out to the two milk-rats and gives them a tongue-lashing. Copper gaze slides languid from the tunneler to the kittens, wondering what their reaction would be. "Tunneling's a hard job," Beetlenose rumbles with an affirming nod. "Turns yer fur brown. Listen, Pink-kit– did you know I used t' be a solid black cat? But I tunneled too much and it turned me brown." It's a bald-faced lie, of course, but a kitten wouldn't know it, and it's sort of fun to lie about. The chimera molly's tail flicks with thought, though her face remains placid. Dead-panning usually worked to make other cats believe her, but especially the young ones. "Maybe if you're small like Brightshine you'll both be tunnelers and you'll turn brown, too. Or maybe you'll turn into worms. My old tunneling partner got turned into a worm." Another lie, but she won't stop now.​

 

[FEATHERSPINE]

Featherkit could not help but listen to this conversation. Not because it was particularly interesting (she would never admit to find it so), but because it was unbearably loud. Clamour seemed to follow Pink-kit wherever she went- it was almost fascinating, the way disruption clung to her pelt like a stench. The marble-striped tom could not put his paw on what exactly he found strange about the bright-pelted kitten. It was the same off-putting, ice-creeping feeling he felt when trapped in kitten games or caught in the outskirts of a conversation like this- something unidentifiable and instinctive.

He almost piped up that worms having no eyes sounded interesting, but the thought died in his throat. A groggy headache gripped her head like an owl's talons, and a disoriented glaze lay buried beneath the shadow of her scowl. Interest soon dissipated at more noise; Rabbitclaw spoke something useful, about their dad- a hulking tom, from what Rabbitclaw implied, but Beetlenose seemed merely to collapse into senseless spiel that scrambled Featherkit's already thin-stretched mind. "Cats can't turn into worms," Featherkit spat, nose wrinkling up in disgust at the thought. Worms! What could be worse? It was so terrible it couldn't be true- what good wold there be left in the world?

Turning brown was... still up in the air.

Sun-sharp eyes moved to the other kittens, then. "B-b-being a tunneller sounds disgusting," she remarked harshly, judgement passed swiftly and definitely. The venomous look in her eyes made it clear she thought the two tunnellers present were, in due course, disgusting too. ​

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[FINCHPAW! ☆]

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Wherever the action is, that's where Finchkit wants to be! Today, she's lost track of some of her littermates, and while she hadn't necessarily minded initially, the sound of Pink-kit's voice carrying across camp had instantly sent her trotting that way, nosy about what was going on and if they were having fun without her. Though she doesn't quite catch all of the conversation, she hears stuff about tunnelers and moor runners, and about how you have to be small or big or whatever - doesn't really mean much to her, not when she and her littermates are all small. Way smaller than anybody else, except maybe the other kittens are small too. She and Downykit are bigger than Pink-kit and Heathkit, even, though not really by that much, especially Downykit. Maybe that just means the two of them are gonna be moor runners then? Again, she's not quite sure how that works, not fully grasping the concept of growing just yet.

"I wanna be a moor tunneler!" She announces her presence with a tilt of her chin upward, proud of herself for coming up with the idea all on her own. "Or uh, uh, a tunneler runner! I wanna try both!" Truth be told, Finchkit doesn't know that she wants to have to stay underground all day for the rest of her life (wouldn't you miss the sun? And the clouds? And the other cats? And-), but she also wouldn't give up the opportunity to explore underground for the world! Well, maybe if the world were really cool, but not if it was kinda boring or anything like that! Any further input comes grinding to a halt at Beetlenose's claims - cats changing colors? Cats turning into worms?! Featherkit's denouncement is heard and promptly ignored as she rounds on Beetlenose, gaze brimming with unasked questions.

"Whaaat?! A worm?" she's quick to squawk, equal parts incredulous and curious. "How - how did they turn into a worm? Did they ever turn back into a cat? Are all worms cats?" Finchkit is completely hooked onto the tale by now, even going so far as to glance down at the ground beneath her paws. Was there someone turning into a worm right below her at that very second?? The other assertion is also shocking, though more confusing than the worm bit. "Um, I've never been down there and I'm brown! And, and, I was always brown! I guess I've played in the dirt sometimes but when the dirt all came off I didn't change color or nothing!" Was it the tunnels that made crazy stuff like this happen? That only settles things for her - she's definitely gonna be a moor tunneler, and see if her fur turns more brown than it already is! Or see if someone turns into a worm! Hopefully it's not Pink-kit or Downykit or Heathkit - well, Heathkit might make an okay worm, actually. Not that she wants to be a worm-sibling or anything like that!​

i want to spin something out of nothing - (☀︎) - lead to gold, spring from winter

• OOC: --​
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• 
  - Finch Finchkit
  - She/her (AFAB)
  - 2 moons
  - Loner Kit of WindClan
  - Hearty & scruffy chocolate lynx point with splashes of white and bright blue eyes
  - Art by Jay & base by googaoo respectively! <33
  - Minor powerplay allowed!
  - Penned by Hijinks​

 

[PINKSHINE]

I don't wanna be gross or a worm. Did you know worms don't have eyes? Pink-kit flinches as if zapped by a thunderbolt, the realization dawning on her: “ If we become tunnelers, can we not keep our eyes no more? ” Pink-kit doesn’t think she’s seen any eyeless cats around WindClan… maybe they were just real good at hiding it? They had fake eyes that they need to take off before they go to sleep? She’s looking attentively at her sibling when they get her attention again. Something - something, tunnelers. Well, one of those things is way easier to remember and it ain’t tunneler! Since their names are so dumb, maybe this is more evidence they should be… not tunnelers. Pink-kit nods along thoughtfully.

“ Moor runners, ” a very weird cat interjects. She seems very happy about being a tunneler. Pink-kit tilts her head at her. She’s all gross and ratty looking. “ Here’s the thing Pinky. ” Pink-kit is contemplating biting the paw that this “tunneler” has very convenient placed close to her. “ Only the smallest cats and skinniest of cats can be tunnelers.” " Whaat? We can't pick? " Not like being a worm cat sounded great, but she wanted to at least have the OPTION! Pink-kit is fuming at this news! She’s like THIS close to biting her!

But there’s another someone. And apparently, Pink-kit is learning lots of important things today. Since she’s such a good kit, Pink-kit listens when shes told to listen. Very seriously, she nods along. “ did you know I used t' be a solid black cat? But I tunneled too much and it turned me brown. ” Pink-kit shrieks because she is so stunned! She gapes at Downykit, checking that THEY’RE HEARING THIS TOO, RIGHT?

" Can you change it back? The colors? Id like to be brown sometimes. But not all of it! " She asks when she is done being too stunned to speak (It doesn’t last very long cause she likes talking a lot even though it’s hard sometimes!). And Featherkit thinks he knows everything, but he totally doesn’t! Why can’t cats turn into worms? " Nuh-uh. What if StarClan said so? " She’d have no choice but to be a worm, then! She nods enthusiastically with the statement that tunneling is super icky and gross, though, because it totally was!

" Downykit, we should do it, cause we’d be the prettiest tun-ellers… They're all ugly. " The competition is probably much tougher with “ moor runners ”. And then Finchkit comes at says something about moor tunnelers. " Yes! That one. " Pink-kit says decidedly, waiting to bestowed with the title right away. Now she didn’t have to think about this no more and she could go nap.

Finchkit then points out that she is brown. " Featherkit’s brown,. Hmmm… " What does this mean? Was the process already starting? Was there no hope for Featherkit or for her sister? Pink-kit has no choice but to get in Featherkit’s face so she could observe any potential worm - ness properly! She hopes all cats aren’t worms because then her kill count would be in the billions! " Finchkit, " Pink-kit says very seriously, turning to her sister. " You’re turning into a worm and we can’t be sisters anymore. Goodbye, " Pink-kit tells her very sadly.

OOC 🎀 IT'S 4:27 IN THE AFTERNOON, 20 MISSED TEXTS FROM YOU

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• NOTE: SHE IS A FEVER COAT BABY!
  

  

• ( I MISS YOU, IT'S MAGIC! ) PINK-KIT KIT OF WINDCLAN. DAUGHTER TO BRIGHTSHINE & HEAVY SNOW. SISTER TO HEATHKIT, DOWNYKIT, & FINCHKIT.
  —— SHE / HER; UNOPPOSED TO THE USE OF OTHERS
  —— CURRENTLY 2 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 16TH
  
  A tiny, longhaired calico she - kit with yellow eyes, ringed blue around her pupils (sectoral heterochromia). While you can clearly see her flame markings on her face, the rest of her body is currently covered by a grey fever - coating. Though the whites of her are still very much visible. Pink-kit bounces around WindClan without a care in the world! Her emotions are big, and she makes little effort to regulate them, resulting in both her usually cheerful disposition, as well as making her prone to sudden bouts of extreme anger or sadness. Rarely seen without a smile!
  

  HEAVY IC OPINIONS! Pink-kit is a very irrational and childish character!​

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[RABBITCLAW]

Clicking her tongue while looking at Pinkkit, she answers, "Nope! If you're big then you get stuck in the tunnels. We'd have to pull you out every time, and I don't think you'd want me or Beetle here to pull you out every day. You gotta be a small cat!" The truth stings. Well, if Pinkkit was so bothered by it and wanted to be a tunneler, she could always ask Sootstar about it. Not like Sootstar would think too hard about it if Pinkkit ends up being as big as her father. After all, it would be a pain for the rest of them to make the tunnels bigger just for one cat. And sometimes the area where they dug can't be expanded either, so in all having cats like Fogbound or Heavy Snow in the tunnels were a resounding no.

Beetlenose comes to her aid, which she is grateful for. The younger tunneler is by no means a bad cat, but she is odd. Then again, she was rather weird too. Maybe all tunnelers were weird in their own ways. Whatever the case, she would prefer to be paired with Beetlenose more than some of the others in their ranks. Not that they were bad at their job, but she felt like Beetlenose was a cat she would get along with better. Work better is what she means. That fact is proven by Beetlenose stating that their work is difficult. Mhm, mhm tell 'em Beetle! Let them have it.

Rabbitclaw can't help but feel betrayed seconds afterward by Beetlenose lying about their job. I... I had so much faith... Now they'll think we're lame! GRRRRR, hey wait. Pffft that's such a bad lie, you just don't clean your fur that much. Bet if we threw you in the river or something, your fur will be black. She can't help but smile and nod along with each lie. Hey, it wasn't a crime to mess with kittens. Besides, they weren't harming them. It wasn't like Beetlenose or her were challenging these kits to a fight with claws unsheathed. The only harm they were causing was possibly freaking them out. Mental damage, but other than that... They were okay! Maybe. Unless Sootstar suddenly padded over and scolded them for terrifying protentional tunnelers from the position with their little lies.

Featherkit is quick to realize that they can't turn into worms. I mean. It beats telling them that sometimes we lose our eyesight with how much we're in the dark. Yeahhhh, we can't just say oh by the way, you might go blind. She's seen some of her peers clumsy above ground. Rabbitclaw isn't sure if the kits have seen some Tunnelers struggle above ground or be more alert, but even then they might have assumed the cats were strange. Pulled from her thoughts she is by Featherkit saying not only did she didn't want to be a tunneler, but that he thought they were disgusting. Starclan give me the strength not to drag these kits in the tunnels and let them wander in agony. Please, give me a sign not to scruff them. I am begging. Please.

"Rude! We are not ugly! 'Sides no one is gonna see you in the tunnels. We don't use our eyes in the dark, we use our noses and paws. No matter how much you groom yourself Pinky, no one is gonna see it. You'll get covered in dirt anyway." Her prayers are answered when Finchkit pads over. Wow, a kit gathering! She can't help but chuckle at Finchkit's mashup of the two ranks. She is pleased to hear that at least one kit wants to become a tunneler, despite it not really being a choice. Still, it was nice to hear that Finchkit is at the very least curious and open to joining their ranks if Sootstar permits it. I prefer Finchkit over Pinky here, but we'll see. Also! moor tunnelers and tunneler runners isn't a thing... Yeesh, it's getting worse.

This worm thing is getting old right now. Whatever fun it was in the beginning was dashed, because now worms was really starting to be the main point of whether or not you decided to be a tunneler. That's why with a roll of her eyes, she decides to end this little lie. Sorry Beetlenose, the worms aren't doing it anymore. "We're lying. No one turns into worms. There's no worm cats, and none of us become brown. That's just the dirt and mud, we just need to take a nice bath and we're not brown anymore. Beetlenose still has her lovely black pelt."

With a sigh, she looks at the kits gathered. Save for Beetlenose whom she offers an apologetic nod. "We can't put you all in tunnels to see if you like it, they're very dangerous. We have to fight scary things in the dark. But... If you want to try being a tunneler, then walk around camp with your eyes closed. No peeking at all. If you want to practice fighting like tunnelers then all of you play fight with each other with your eyes closed."​

 

[beetlenose]

Cats can't turn into worms. Ah, so she's been found out. Beetlenose casts her copper gaze on copper Featherkit, head tilting. "How do you know?" she queries, voice flat despite the upward arch of her brow. Apparently she didn't seem to like tunnelers, and it sounded disgusting, and Beetlenose might have been inclined to agree were she not prideful in the work she did (when she felt like doing work). She's not the prettiest cat, and she certainly isn't the cleanest, but disgusting? That's a bit far. Beetlenose is about to open her maw to spout more lies when Rabbitclaw pipes up in her place.

Finchkit joins the fray and all the kits break out into talking about turning into worms, which truthfully, Beetlenose finds amusing. Unfortunately Rabbitclaw won't let her have fun for long, because she takes her lie and stamps it into the dirt quickly. The older tunneler finally elicits a frown from her; normally Rabbitclaw played along enough with her games, and she is definitely a skilled tunneler, but it's sad to see that she doesn't want to play along now. Beetlenose breathes in, ears twitching. "Rabbitclaw's right. Worms aren't always cats," she half-agrees. The chimera molly waits a beat, then leans conspiratorially towards the gaggle of kittens. "But I really did turn brown." She gives her tan forearm a lick to prove it– there wasn't any dirt there, just fawn pelt and black tabby stripes. "No changin' it back now."

Rabbitclaw offers her instruction on how to play tunnelers and Beetlenose gets to her nicked paws, tail flicking behind her. "Wait– I'm gonna be a big scary worm-cat-tunneler, and you all're gonna have to fight me with your eyes closed. Then you'll know what fighting underground is like, since we do it all the time." she rumbles. She peers at Finchkit, who Pink-kit has turned into a worm. "Finch-worm can be on my team if she wants, since she's a worm now. We're gonna fight for...." Copper gaze scours camp and comes up with a single scrap of gorsey moss, "this awesome moss ball, which is the treasure of worm-cats everywhere. The first cat to take it from Rabbitclaw wins. Remember not to peek, and... go!"

Beetlenose bats the ball towards her fellow warrior, tail flicking. She quietly debates the state of her vision: worms were adept at moving underground, unlike silly kittens, so maybe she could leave her own eyes open? But she's not a cheater. Well, she tunnels anyway– surely she'll be alright to use those senses above ground, too.​

 

[FINCHPAW! ☆]

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The rousing discussion on worms continues on, meanwhile Finchkit is trying to work out the logic of it all - did cats just go poof and suddenly turn into worms? Or was it, like, more gradual? Are there cat worm-hybrids out there? Is turning brown the first sign of becoming a worm?? Well, like she'd said, it's not like she was turning brown - she'd always been this way! Still, though, as Pink-kit puts on such a serious tone for her announcement, it's almost hard not to question it, just a little. Almost. "Huh? Nuh-uh, I am not! I've still got eyes and everything - and look, Featherkit has eyes, too, he's not a worm or nothing either! How would I even be a worm, anyways?" Delivered so confidently, her retort feels incredibly sound in logic and rooted entirely in facts and correctness - after all, they've already established worms don't have eyes, so clearly none of them could be worms. Unless, of course, losing your eyes was the last thing that happened before going full worm-mode. Oh - well, suddenly now she's not so sure. Is she turning into a worm?

Quickly saved by Rabbitclaw's admission that cats do not, in fact, turn into worms, or turn different colors, which - is disappointing? Maybe? "Told you so!" she crows anyway, pointing at Pink-kit. "Not a worm!" Unfazed by the blatant lying, Finchkit instead turns her attention to something else Rabbitclaw had said - scary things! "What kind of scary things? Like - like big worms? That doesn't sound scary at all! I bet I'd be real good at not getting scared!" Absolutely no concept of what being a tunneler is truly like, she can only imagine what she knows, which is little more than playing around in patches of loose soil and scrounging up worms. It's hard to do, but she thinks she can picture a worm maybe five times the size of the biggest one she's ever seen, though actually it's not all that hard, since truthfully she doesn't know what five times as big even means. It's definitely bigger, though, but even still there's no way she'd ever be scared of a worm!

There goes Beetlenose again, and now Finchkit is looking between the two tunnelers incredulously, trying to figure out who's telling the truth this time and who's not. "What do you mean not always? So sometimes they can be worms, or not ever? How did you turn brown? Are you all secretly worms and you just don't wanna tell us?! Don't worry, I can keep your secret!" She only pauses to take a breath when Rabbitclaw suggests a game, and she's already bouncing on the balls of her paws when Beetlenose makes it that much more interesting. Her nose wrinkles at her new title - Finch-worm? - but ultimately she lets out a hum, not letting that stop her from playing the game. Plus, she gets a real live tunneler on her team. "Mmm, okay!" she chirps, eyes immediately sliding shut, and despite how disorienting it immediately feels, she's pretty sure she's going in exactly the right direction. Is she going towards someone playing the game? Hard to say. Is she even going towards anyone at all? Even harder to say. Still, she leaps forward, trying to slam into anybody she can find. And, if she misses, then that's just because her worm-senses aren't warmed up yet, of course!​

i want to spin something out of nothing - (☀︎) - lead to gold, spring from winter

• OOC: --​
• 
• 
  - Finch Finchkit
  - She/her (AFAB)
  - 2 moons
  - Loner Kit of WindClan
  - Hearty & scruffy chocolate lynx point with splashes of white and bright blue eyes
  - Art by Jay & base by googaoo respectively! <33
  - Minor powerplay allowed!
  - Penned by Hijinks​