camp I WATCH THE MOON — intro

[ROWANPAW]

They feel like... nobody. And, at the same time, they feel like the world's biggest disgrace.

Witnessing a parent lead an outcry against your leader, only for your clanmates to hiss and spit at him in return and eventually drive him away from the moors, was confusing to say the least. Snakehiss had been perfectly normal the day before... well, as normal as Rowankit knew him to be — stoic, irritable, distant. That was who he was, not a raving religious fanatic. Although father had always encouraged his kits' belief in StarClan, told them that the ancestors had a plan for him and them to achieve greatness one day, they had never seen him act so passionate about his beliefs. Had that—the chaotic scene that had unfurled before their very eyes—been Snakehiss' idea of greatness?

At the last moment, Rowankit had convinced their littermates to stay behind — it hadn't taken much, just a quiet hiss in their ears. Snakehiss had looked them dead in the eyes, expecting them to follow because he was their father. Had they been wrong, choosing not to go? If father was right about StarClan all along, would they punish them—punish all of WindClan—for not listening to him?

There is a hollow look in their eyes as they sit in front of the nursery; they had needed to get away from the hustle and bustle of playing kits and coddling mothers. Gorsepetal, their milk mother, had hardly batted an eye to them and their siblings ever since the incident. Rowankit felt... overwhelmed and empty at the same time. Some of their clanmates had advocated for the children to stay behind, but despite that, would they look at them the same? The child of a traitor... is that all they were, now? Rowankit was so confused.

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  rowankit
  

  — they/she; kit of windclan
  — a shorthaired black solid/tortoiseshell chimera with amber eyes
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — link to full tags; @ on discord or dm @beaaats for plots!​

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[SOOTSPOT]

Sootspot believed Rowankit had learned a valuable lesson the day that Snakehiss shed his compliant persona. Sootspot himself had been too old to learn that when the parent was not around, it was the responsibility of the child to bear their sins, but before him sat a sullen chimera who'd figured it out before their path in life had even been chosen. Had it not been for their parentage, the little one would not have crossed the Tunneler's thoughts, but Snakehiss had become a personal enemy of the tom, insulting his ego too many times by merely existing in a space that should've been his own. A part of the craven was evident in the kitten's appearance, a permanent reminder to himself and the near-stranger that heritage was not as easily escaped as others made it out to be. He did not wish to relate to a brat, but the glares of other clans had been consistent across his patrols - they would not forget who had birthed him, he doubted Rowankit's age would shelter her from comments about the one that sired them. At the very least, Sootspot wanted them to remember, but he could not name a reason other than spite.

Spite that did not come readily, for instead, the chimera offered an easy smile towards the kitten, a forced curiosity glinting in his eyes. Talking to the young was like talking to a screeching fledgling, at least this one was likely to have interesting songs about their father. "There is still some time before your apprentice ceremony," he mewed with a flick of the tail. "So you need not practice your serious glance yet. Do your denmates not want to play with you?" He angled his head towards them, pouting in false sympathy.


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[Brackenpaw]

Brackenpaw still found their paws padding towards the nursery when around camp. As much as she hated the noise they found themselves hard-pressed to avoid the pull of its orbit. It had been their home for the past six moons after all, so it was a little ingrained for them to wander that way. The sight of Sootspot in front of it caused her lip to curl in a tiny snarl, they didn't really like him. Her stance on warriors was already pretty negative but she hated the ones who flaunted, Sootspot was in their mental category of ‘flaunters’.

They then noticed Rowankit sitting in front of it. They cocked their head to try and figure out if his presence was what was causing that hollow look in Rowankit's eyes or if it was their surrounding circumstances. Either way it gave her plenty of motivation to plant herself on the opposite side of the kit. “Is he bothering you?” She meowed with disdain, giving the tunneler a pointed look. Shuffling on their paws they found themselves unsure of what to say afterwards.

“Did you want to go somewhere else? I can show you where all the cool bugs like to hide” maybe she just needed a distraction? If the issue was their surroundings anyway. Brackenpaw didn't really have much of a stance of what had happened with her father, other than a general disgust for an active display of power through the exile itself. Yet, she could understand that just because they didn't have any particular strong feelings over it that others wouldn't. They hoped that those feelings wouldn’t impact how others treated Rowankit, she thought they were pretty cool no matter what fanatic called himself their father.

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• BIOGRAPHY
  ✩ they/she, tunneler apprentice of Windclan, 6 moons (ages on the 22nd)
  ⭃ a lithe and fragile looking calico that looks like they still need to grow into her ears
  ⭃ Speech, thoughts, attacking
  ⭃ easy to befriend other kits, gradually harder to befriend every rank after that
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Juice ↛ @/ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  ⭃ All opinions are IC!! Bracken is a little hater
  

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[Frightpaw]

*+:｡.｡ Frightkit couldn't care less. She simply couldn't, even if she wanted to. So what if Ro's dad got kicked out - so had Frightkit's 'Appa and she still got to visit him! And even if Snakehiss really was gone for absolute good, who cares? There were plenty of other cats to keep Rowankit entertained! She could find herself a new dad if she wanted to, like how half of Fry's siblings had found a new mom with her mom!

"What, did you find it while exploring outside of camp? Kits can't go outside, Brackenpaw " Frightkit spat Brackenpaw's new suffix like it was an insult. Now, being upset that their den mates had abandoned them - that was a valid reason to be miffed. Coming over, she plops down beside Rowankit, her denmate, and shoots Brackenpaw a withering look before smiling at her patchy pelted friend. "We should play a game instead, something fun like, tag! Or pretend! "

*+:｡.｡ Updated 1/11/23

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  GENERAL:
  ☾ Frightkit
  ☾ DFAB— She/Her — Unsure
  ☾ 2 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ☾ Windclan Kit
  ☾ Sister to Deathkit, Witherkit, Grasskit, Whitekit and Midnightkit
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☾Physically very easy | mentally very easy
  ☾ Attack in bold #1b1e21
  injuries: None

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