camp in the back of my mind [pafp] all the time

[Grasspaw]

𓆝 . ° ✦ Grasskit had been noticeably quiet since their return from RiverClan. He didn't know how deal with the newfound knowledge that his lungs didn't work. What was he supposed to do? Maybe he'd be Wolfsong's apprentice like Cottonpaw, but he didn't know if he'd be allowed. And he didn't think he even wanted to do that. Sure he loved sorting his rocks, but those were rocks, not herbs. What he wanted was to go run on the moors and prove he could be as strong as he hoped. He was always bigger than Middy and White, but... still smaller than most of the others. Who wanted a broken kit? Nightingalecry's secret rendezvous to Ebonylight with them hadn't assured him of anything either. He stuck out like a sore tail among his family, and his lungs didn't work. Was he even meant to be in WindClan?

He pondered this over the rocks he cherished, a long sigh escaping him. He looked up, an idea suddenly striking him. He could go straight to the source, duh! Finding the stump-legged leader rather easily, he trotted over to Sunstar. "Um, Sunstar?" he mumbled, pawing at his flank to grab his attention. "Am I gonna be made an apprentice with e'ryone?" his green eyes wide, he hadn't looked so young in a while. He had looked much older over the last moon, considering his moping.

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ooc Information

• ooc: @SUNSTAR
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  NAME — HE/HIM ･ 5 MOONS ･ KIT & WINDCLAN ･ PENNED BY TWITCHTAIL

  Small fawn tabby with pale green eyes.
  "speak" thoughts action
  — peaceful, healing, and minor injury powerplay allowed

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[SUNNVAR]

Grasskit is not the only of this clan with flaws. He himself had never been meant to be among the flight-pawed warriors who raced these lands. Even before his injury, he could not keep up. Now that he sat here afterwards. . . it was not his lungs, but that did not mean he didn't understand. He sits and watches over his domain knowing that he cannot be part of. His paws tangle in the knotted grass and sink into the edges of sand which will sink into his pelt and become him. It becomes all of them. That is what matters, is it not? But such things are difficult lessons to teach. When his gaze follows the earnest voice to Grasskit, that is not where his mind has lingered. He looks at the child with his brow faintly furrowed.

His mind has been occupied as of late. This he knows. But the idea that this kitten should soon take his place among their apprentice den strikes him as if rousing him from a dream. A moment's pause. Then he sinks to his belly so as to stare into pale green eyes. "Do you believe that there is a reason you should not be?" he asks curiously.

𝐈 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐌 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐒 ╱ ( 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝗕𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐆 ) 〚 06.17 〛 🟒ᨒ

• ooc: sorry for the delay!! </3
• ↟ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑.  ╱  AMAB  HE - HIM - HIS.  LEADER OF WINDCLAN.  ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆  ⋆̴͖̻̌͛ ⋆̵̼͈̐̿̓̏͝ ⋆̶̬́̀
  ————  a rogue brought to windclan in a search for greatness, one of sootstar's most loyal warriors turned into her downfall. with a mate and kits to worry about, and now nine lives from starclan with a missing limb, windclan's leader has a lot to prove.
  
  
  
  a large chocolate and white rosette tom with seaglass eyes. the first thing many see when looking at sunstar now is not his proud posture or un-windclan build, but the scarred stump that remains of his front left leg. a wound that would have killed most other cats took one of his lives; not even starclan could repair it.

• "speech"

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[Grasspaw]

𓆝 . ° ✦ The moment of silence before Sunstar spoke was like waiting for the other paw to fall. He shuffled a bit in anticipation, ears twisting backward a bit. His discomfort was all but written across his face. "Do you believe that there is a reason you should not be?" Sunstar's voice echoed in his head. Did he? He sat on his rump heavily, averting his gaze from the leader.

"Well..." he started, hesitating. The phantom tightness in his chest answered that well enough. "I mean, WindClan is all about runnin' an' stuff, an' if I can't breathe how can I be a good warrior?" his rambling was accentuated by the rough doodles in the dirt at his paws. He thought about Wolfsong in front of him, telling him to eat honey. About Frightkit, Ferretpaw, everyone watching him struggle. It was humiliating. He didn't know much about his condition, especially since he avoided Wolfsong and the medicine den like the plague since. He wanted nothing to do with it. His whole world was turned upside down lately, and he didn't know what to think.

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ooc Information

• ooc: you're all good!
• 

  NAME — HE/HIM ･ 5 MOONS ･ KIT & WINDCLAN ･ PENNED BY TWITCHTAIL

  Small fawn tabby with pale green eyes.
  "speak" thoughts action
  — peaceful, healing, and minor injury powerplay allowed

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[MIDNIGHTPAW]

As always, Midnightkit followed her brother right at his heels, not wanting to ever be separated from him again, since the traumatic evacuation after the fire. She will never forget the feelings of helplessness and fear as she watched Grasskit struggle to breath, just before they were both carried away by strangers. It hadn't been long before they were reunited, but she worried for him every second that they were apart, and never wanted to feel that way again. From now on, wherever he went, she went. Her languid blue gaze wouldn't leave his sandy pelt for a second!

She tumbled over her paws a bit as she struggled to keep up with his longer legs, barely managing to avoid faceplanting into the dirt at Sunstar's paws. The small black tabby blinked up at their leader, her wide periwinkle eyes entirely devoid of readable emotion. Her attention never wavered from the elder tomcat, but she did listen intently to her brother's questioning. In truth, she had the same worries that Grasskit did; albeit she was more scared that they would make her be a tunneler because she was little. She didn't want to be stuck inside the stinky earth all day! She wanted to run under her beloved stars with the rest of the moor runners. "Me too?" She chimed in softly after Grasskit, tilting her head slightly like a bird studying something curious.

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‎‎ooc ♡ info

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• MIDNIGHTKIT ♡ she / her, kitten of windclan, 5 moons
  ⭃ short-hair black tabby with low-white, vitiligo and blue eyes. petite and fragile.
  ⭃ hollowcreek x harbingermoon // littermate to whitekit and grasskit // abandoned at birth
  ⭃ adopted by nightingalecry // adopted sister to frightkit, witherkit and deathkit
  ⭃ single, too young for relationships // mentored by no one // mentor to no one
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted // underline and tag when attacking.
  ⭃ penned by limerence ↛ @limericks. on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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