camp i'm gonna make it ] chattering

[maelstrompaw]

Maelstromkit pads cautiously along the edges of the camp, tiny paws sending up little puffs of dust with each tentative step. The kitten is careful to avoid any sharp stones or twigs, flinching slightly whenever one threatens to poke through the soft fur of his paw pads. The sun hangs high in the sky, its warm rays spilling over the camp in golden waves. While the light should be comforting, it only serves to highlight the vastness of the camp, making Maelstromkit feel even smaller and more vulnerable. The scent of the nursery still lingers faintly in the air, close enough for a hasty retreat, but Mae's curiosity is a force of its own, pushing aer further out into the unfamiliar.

A rustle in the bushes nearby makes Maelstromkit freeze, wide eyes locking onto the source of the sound. Hir heart races as if expecting to see a fox or badger, but instead, a harmless leaf tumbles out, carried by the breeze. It breathes a sigh of relief, shaking off the lingering fear as xe spots a warrior sitting in a patch of sunlight, grooming their fur. Mae's anxiety momentarily evaporates, replaced by eager excitement. Bounding over, she stumbles slightly in her haste, coming to a skidding halt in front of the warrior. “Hi! Hi! What’re you doing?” ze chirps, eyes wide with anticipation. Regardless of how the warrior reacts, Maelstromkit doesn’t notice, too caught up in aer eagerness to continue. “Can I sit with you? What’s your name? I’m Maelstromkit! Did you see that leaf over there? It was really scary, but I’m okay now! Do you want to play?”

The questions spill out in a rapid-fire stream, each one accompanied by an eager gaze as if each word is of the utmost importance. Without waiting for a response, Mae plops down beside the warrior, thrilled to have captured someone's attention. “I like grooming too! Sometimes the moss sticks to my fur, though, and it’s so annoying. But everyone says I’ll get better at grooming my fur when I’m bigger. Do you ever get moss stuck in your fur? I bet you don’t, ‘cause you’re so big and strong!” Maelstromkit's words tumble out in a flurry of admiration and curiosity, basking in the joy of having someone to talk to. Despite the earlier scare, xyr nerves seem to melt away with every word, the comfort of companionship making the big, scary world seem just a little less overwhelming.


[ feel free to be the warrior she's bugging <3 ]​

 

[RABBITCLAW]

Rattleheart was gone. One of her littermates was gone. When she gazed upon that familiar pelt, all battered and bloodied she did not cry. Whatever everyone else had done went unnoticed by her. If any of Rattleheart's kits wailed for them, their cries fell on deaf ears. If her nieces and nephews cursed the stars or whoever was responsible for this, it also fell on deaf ears. Nothing seemed to register. As a still body laid there, her mind could only supplement her with this: Why don't you look like Rattleheart? It's been only a few sunrises since the loss of her littermate. Thus, her thoughts remained on Rattleheart. She hadn't cried for them yet.

That's bad isn't it? When Rumblerain was lost to them, she was filled with rage. She refused to shed tears for someone who turned their back on them. Who hurt her own sister. She remembered all three of them sitting together, wondering what they did wrong. However, when it came to Rattleheart there was emptiness. Are you looking down at me now? Upset? Or do you know this is just who I am? Her head head turns to the blue sky. Life goes on. Whether or not she likes it.

She is pulled from her thoughts when a kit approaches her. Rabbitclaw is known for not having the best track record with them. Always getting into some trouble or playing pranks on them. However, she hasn't been in the mood these days. Who are you? You look like a Dark-kit. "...Hi?" Is all she can manage before a flurry of questions are asked. One would never think she'd keep track of the questions asked, but she did. Rabbitclaw was capable, but in most cases she preferred not to let others know. Opting to keep her cards close and appear lazy.

Blue eyes narrow in annoyance. Ugh, why'd you remind me of Pinkshine? Oh, how she remembers how chatty the tunneler was a kit. They are still chatty to this day. Unfortunately. However, Rabbitclaw does her best not to pair up with the younger warrior if she can. On the days there is no choice, she keeps to herself and only does what is required. It is safe to say that she still loathes Pinkshine.

When Maelstromkit finishes, she can't help but roll her eyes and groan. "Geez kit, if you're gonna ask questions wait for me to answer 'em first." A paw rubs her temples to relieve some stress. Remember what they told you. You can't punt a kit into the gorge. You can't, even if they get on your nerves. "My name is Rabbitclaw. Sure you can sit here, it's not like I own this patch of grass. No I didn't see the leaf. Congrats... For longer being scared of a leaf. Play what?"

All the questions she had been asked before have been answered. Perhaps it may surprise the kit that she was indeed following with their rapid pace. "I only look big and strong cause you're still a kitten. I'm a tunneler. Tunneler's are the smallest cats in the clan. Doesn't mean I'm weak though. I'm strong and super fast. I get more than moss stuck in my fur, you don't even wanna know what gets stuck in it. Anyway, grooming yourself takes practice. You'll get better at it. You can also let your parents do it for ya, you're still a kit."​

 

[SCORCHSTAR]

༄༄ Maelstromkit is a sweet one, good-natured and respectable as a WindClan-born kit. Born to two loyal warriors, cats who raised their kits to stand by their clan at all costs. Firefang, of course, had strayed from the intended path, but eventually her dark paws had found their way back. Maelstromkit will know only loyalty to aer home, the deputy hopes. But the dark-furred child also happens to be a bit of a badger, as well, it seems. Endlessly chattering, and a threat to tunnelers. The deputy spots the kit just as Maelstromkit reaches Rabbitclaw, and she hangs back just enough to avoid becoming a second victim of the inane, rambling questions. Her sister seems unamused by the kit’s endless slew of queries, but Scorchstreak is most certainly, very amused.

She holds back a snort as Rabbitclaw responds to each and every question posed by the kit, one by one. Someone’s kit will sleep well tonight. The substance of the duo’s conversation makes little sense to the deputy—if what is happening before her can even be called a conversation. Usually conversations are back-and-forth, and concise, like a warrior-level game of mossball. This one seems to be more of a messy, uncoordinated tossing of ideas directly into the air, hoping that they stick when they finally come back down to earth. How Rabbitclaw has managed to keep up with any of it, she does not understand. "I am shocked that you could keep track of all that," she murmurs to her sister, before shifting her attention to the kit who is so clearly demanding it.

"Maelstromkit, hello." Surely she does not need to introduce herself as Rabbitclaw had; instead, she focuses on the last question the kit had asked. "Even warriors get things caught in their fur. Tunnelers especially… tend to become covered in dirt and other debris." To demonstrate, the calico gives herself a solid shake, sending a small cloud of dust into the air.

every love that i touch ☽♰☾ falls to ruin

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• SCORCHSTREAK ❯❯ she/they, deputy (tunneler) of windclan
  ༄ small, slim flame-streaked calico with fiery golden eyes. cold and closed-off, ferociously protective of her clanmates. rarely seen aboveground.
  ༄ mate to bluepool ; sibling to rattleheart & rabbitclaw
  ༄ mentor to bilberrypaw ; previously mentored pinkshine
  ༄ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted, but may react aggressively
  ༄ penned by foxlore

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