camp I SAW MOMMY KISSING SANTA [ ✿ ] STUCK!

[LAMBKIT]

Lambkit had been born in a season not like most others. The early frost robbed his kithood memories of falling leaves, of the not too cold weather and the sight of first snow. The blinding white blanket that coated his home most days was the normal, snowflakes instead of rain. Golden fur fluffed up against the cold. The way the adults grumbled about their never being enough to eat. They would only have to wait until he was apprenticed, he determines. Because then he would hunt down every squirrel in the forest to ensure his clan went to bed every night with had full bellies!

With his den-mates the snow becomes a playground. He leaps into snow banks, chases Ramkit around them until his paws feel numb from the cold. He sticks out his tongue and tries to catch tiny drops of ice and water as they float gently from the sky. Leaf-bare isn't so bad. If you're a kit, at least.

He's tired from playtime and heading back to the nursery when suddenly he stops in his tracks. Sunlight flints off of something nearby, catching his attention. Glacier blue eyes flicker for a moment towards Butterflytuft, who has her paws full trying to lead Ramkit back to the nursery and then he is padding closer for a better inspection. There, dripping off a low tree limb, is a peculiar sight. An icicle, though he does not yet know the name for such a thing. It looks like a strange tooth to him and he marvels at his warped reflection in the mirror-like surface. "Whoa…" he whispers in awe and then, almost without thinking, he sticks out his tongue to taste it.

It's instantly cold to the touch, water beads off it but not enough to be substantial… hm. With his inspection complete, he moves to pull away. Except… oh. Mouse-dung he can't! "'Elp! 'Elp! Em 'uck! Muh ounge! Elp!" he cries out, blue words muffled by the fact that he cannot currently move his tongue and widened eyes desperately searching for Butterflytuft for help.

// @butterflytuft @RAMKIT but no need to wait!

-ˋˏ ༻❁✿❀༺ ˎˊ- but I'd stand in the garden with you

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  LAMBKIT SKYCLAN KITTEN ; HE / HIM
  SLATESNARL X ORANGESTARLITTERMATE TO RAMKIT; HALF BROTHER TO CHERRYBLOSSOM, OWLHEART, GLIMMERSUN, TAWNYCLAW & EGGBOUNCE
  
  

  A fluffy cream coated tom with mismatched white socked toes, a white marking blazing a trail down his face, and striking blue eyes.

  ✿ easy in battle + no formal training
  ✿ difficult to befriend
  ✿ Peaceful + healing power-play allowed, anything else with permission only
  

 

[Florabreeze]

There's an appreciation for the delight the kittens of the clan take in the world around them, what she would give to see the world through their eyes. Then again she's pretty sure she had that same rich fantasy of a vision when she visited the camp for the first time. That's not to say that she has any disillusioned view of the world around her but it had become a common sight. With a tail curled over @KITESTORM she props her chin up on a paw, lamenting about the missed catch from this mornings patrol. It had scurried off a pine tree, she claims that the bark was too slippery to climb. "I swear they were taunting me! Another one showed up on that same branch!" She exclaims in shock to her mate with an exasperated sigh.

Out of the corner of her eye she sees the two rambunctious forms of Ramkit and Lambkit, it was a more common sight to see Orangestar's brood rather than not these days. She chuckles mid conversation as she watches the tom kit approach an icicle. Drawing her eyes away to start another tangent before his muffled cries are heard. Oh no, she never understood what curse was inflicted upon cats to be stuck to ice like that. The maine coon is quick on her paws, tufted ears pinning in concern as she approaches him.

She too looks to Butterflytuft but paints an expression of someone calm and collected. "It's okay Lambkit, try not to move away from it" she explains as she cranes her neck to try and get a better look of the icicle. Her first instinct is to also try and lick it, she refrains but the theory was that maybe she could melt it. It could be slow, and she could also be stuck and that would be embarrassing. Instead she gently tries to etch at it with a claw, hoping that it wouldn't tug on the kits tongue too much in the process. "Wanna hear about this squirrel that tricked me today?" She asks in an attempt to distract him from the predicament he's found himself in.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Somethings coming ﻬ𖧧ﻬ So out of breath ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

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  FLORABREEZE 𖧧 She/her || Daylight Lead Warrior of SkyClan || 38 moons
  ❥ A large black tabby maine coon with low white and bright green eyes, always wearing her mushroom print collar if she can.
  ❥ Mentored by Sorrelsong ／Mentoring Jellypaw & Sfogliatella
  ❥ "Speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ Penned by Juice ⏐ouijeejuice on discord {open to being dmed for plots}

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[cloudywhisker]

𓆝 . ° ✦Lambkit's panicked chirping brought Cloudypaw from his thoughts. The sight of the kitten stuck on an icicle nearly made them laugh aloud, but they coughed over it. (It probably didn't work, though.) He shuffled over, leaning down to be eye-level with him. Not too close, but he didn't want the poor kid to try to strain to look at him. "I wanna hear about the squirrel!" he chimed in. He thought of himself at that age and figured he probably would've done the same thing if given the opportunity. Though he probably would've done that a lot more recently than he'd like to admit, honestly.

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  CLOUDYPAW — HE/THEY ･ 12 MOONS ･ APPRENTICE ･ PENNED BY TWITCHTAIL

  lanky and tall light brown tabby with high white and green eyes. Big ol' himbo.

 

[FIGFEATHER]

Ramkit and Lambkit were a pair she felt confusion towards. Not at any fault of their own, but the way in which their parents decided to upbring them. While not their birth mother, Butterflytuft had nursed and continued to look after these kits as if they were her own. While Orangestar and Slate visited when they could, it was her sister who was doing most of their upbringing. She finds herself having to give self reminders that the two were in fact Orangestar's kittens and not her sister's.

She wonders if it confuses Butterflytuft at all. Surely, she had to have grown some sort of motherly attachment to the two. Thats just how Butterflytuft was.

Kits always got into trouble and today was no exception. The voice of Florabreeze causes her attention to pivot onto the kit with his tongue stuck. She rolls her eyes lightheartedly, kits. They never could keep their mouths off things, could they?

She pads forward as Cloudypaw eagerly declares his interest in the story as if he was a kit himself. Figfeather supposed some cats never grew too old for stories.

Figfeather grimaces as she watched Florabreeze attempt to gently use her claw to free the kit's tongue. "Are you sure you're not hurting him?" She meows, ears folding back. "…Might be easier to just… give a good tug and be done with it." Which—yeah—that'd for sure hurt him, but it'd be faster and Florabreeze wouldn't have to worry about cutting up his tongue.

'I'll have to go around and whack these from off the trees…' She thinks to herself, glancing at all the low hanging icicles around camp.

 

[budpaw]

For as frustrated as Ramkit and Lambkit made her, Budpaw has to admit that she does miss being in the nursery with all the time in the world to romp and play. She would have had a fun time playing in the snow with her mother and the twins! But apprentice duties have her more busy than she'd like to admit (though the seal point does appreciate her newfound duties and freedoms).

She is padding out of the elder's den when she hears the frantic noises escaping Lambkit's mouth. A small crowd gathers around him and something akin to concern flickers in her chest. Budpaw approaches, unsure what she is to discover, and tilts her head in bafflement at the sight that greets her.

Lambkit is stuck.

"Oh please don't tug him, Aunt Figfeather!" Budpaw gasps as she wiggles in closer, sapphire eyes studying how Lambkit has gotten himself stuck to the gleaming piece of ice. She thinks tugging would hurt him and… it dawns on her that she doesn't want him to get hurt. "Maybe I can…" her thought trails off as Budpaw lifts a large mittened paw and presses it to the icicle, her extra toes wrapping around it but not enough to touch where Lambkit's tongue is adhered to the surface. Hopefully by wrapping the majority of it in her grasp she can get it to warm up and melt enough to free the little kit. Or it would shrink enough that Florabreeze's etching will break through and free Lambkit.​

[ penned by kerms ]​

 

[Fawnpaw~]

[ ༻ 𓆩✧𓆪 ༺ ] One thing Fawnkit was certain about would be that he'll miss being able to play, or even watch over the kits. His apprenticehood dawning on him, getting closer and closer every day while the knot tangled more and more. His life in the nursery was coming to an end but the boy couldn't muster up any form of excitement to become...well, an apprentice.

Bi-color eyes fluttering towards the crowd of warriors and apprentice alike, Lambkit's tongue glued to a speared shape of frozen water making him gasp slightly as he quickly rushed to the scene. All trying to figure a good way to free the kit from his frozen trap, even Budpaw who had seemed all but interested in the younger kits, having been the one to always seemed upset by their presence in the nursery. His tail twitched before tuening to look at Lambkit.

Had this what Florabreeze meant by eating too much snow? A frown creased his lips while anxiousness weaved its way into his fur. Florabreeze who was scraping at the ice offered to tell a story to the child and all Fawnkit could do is silently watch, wondering if he should rush to grab the medicine cat or if the bundle of gathered cats were enough to free Orangestar's trapped child.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── You can t be caught you ll never fall ──┐‎

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  Fawnkit 𓆩✧𓆪 He/Him, Kit of Skyclan, 5 moons.
  ⭃ Fluffy Fawn with low white with bi-colored eyes (Blue and Yellow)
  ⭃ NPC x NPC
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[KITESTORM]

Kitestorm leans into Florabreeze, olive eyes narrowed in amusement as they watch the kits play outside the nursery. A slight smile twinkles on their face as she listens to Florabreeze's encounter with a bully squirrel. A peace has overtaken Kitestorm recently, these moments with her mate does not eat them alive with guilt as before. "Those squirrels don't know... who they were messing with," they snicker, whiskers twitching. "You'll show them... next time, even if I have to push you up the tree to reach." The dark tabby doesn't react as quickly as Florabreeze to Lambkit's exclamation and watches her bound toward the kit before loping after, short ears raised alertedly.

They decide not to crowd the kit and hovers behind Florabreeze, crouching to look between the concerned bystanders to peer at the trouble Lambkit's got himself into. The tip of their tail trembles nervously as Florabreeze begins to saw at the ice with her claw, the sight causing their facial features to crumple into a grimace. Figfeather's suggestion of tugging the icicle away causes Kitestorm's mouth to drop open, a larger than life reaction compared to anything Kitestorm's shown the clan before. "Absolutely not. You will... rip his tongue off!" Their monotonous voice raises in worry as they press their way into the semicircle, shouldering by Figfeather. "Hold still, listen to her story.... little one. We are not going to tug it off." They're shocked to feel tears spring into the corner of their eyes as they stare down at the cream tom in his precarious situation. How could Figfeather suggest a thing? It would be so painful for someone so small!

They shoot a glance at Florabreeze and breathes, "Just keep at it. I'll go fetch Fireflyglow." They excuse themself with a curt nod of encouragement to Lambkit and then darts away like a fox is snapping at their heels. The tabby doesn't bother searching for Butterflytuft, knowing her (even a little) she'll be there in no time. Kitestorm can't help the kit herself but maybe by the time Fireflyglow gets there Lambkit would've defrosted the icicle with his breath or their mate managed to free him, but if not they are confident the tom will have some sort of solution.

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YOU'VE OPENED THE GATES ╔═══《✧》═══╗ NOW FACE THE OTHER SIDE

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  fetching @Fireflyglow
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  — a black tabby with a small stature and compact muscles. they're perceptive & clever. may appear unfriendly due to neutral expressions but is very sociable. has a soft, monotonous voice which raises with excitement.
  ✧ 39, ages every 21st ✧ they/them ✧ mate to Florabreeze
  ✧ peaceful powerplay allowed, all opinions IC
  ✧ speech; #b5838d

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