camp Indiana Bones | Intro + Exploring

[Dustpaw!]

Dustkit has spent a majority of her life in the nursery, under the watchful eyes of Cloudcatcher and the other queens whenever her dad wasn't around to keep her from wandering off. She knows every branch of the gorse that sometimes snags her pelt when she investigates it whenever she manages to crawl on the bigger body of her dad, she knows where both the warmest and coldest parts of the nursery. And she also knows just how bored she is whenever her brothers and the other kits are busy sleeping or whatever, today she's had enough she's gonna go out into camp as far as she can and feel all sorts of new things on her paws and smell every weird smell she can. Her familiarity with the nursery allows her to bolt out right towards the entrance like any other kit, - she'd spent some time bonking her head against either side of it until her scent marks were unmistakable.

She's fast for a girl with such short legs, though she tires out quick plopping down a good few fox lengths away not to far from the center of camp. To her the distance she got must've been grand she must've ran across the whole moor with how fast she was! She couldn't wait to tell dad, she bets even her brothers haven't been this far! Her ears swivel, everything is much much louder then it was from the farthest she's normally been allowed out, close enough to the nursery that she can find her way back without anyone picking her up by the scruff so not very far at all. The fur on her neck prickles, both from uneasiness as well as her own excitement at the unknown. Her whiskers twitch and her muzzle rises up before the rest of her does, if the noises were louder then the scents were much much more potent it's almost overwhelming there's so many scents - adults, food, grass and flowers (she's told those are really pretty, sadly they weren't tasty though!). She's not scared though, she's brave super brave, the bravest cat in windclan in the history of ever!

She still gets to her paws and begins to slowly and more uneasily pad along a low "hehehehe" likely catching the attention of a nearby clanmate, she thinks she's very sneaky but her paw steps are very very high and not quiet in the slightest.

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  Dustkit ✩ She/Her, Windclan Kit, 2 moons
  ⭃ short furred black smoke she-cat with high white and cloudy green eyes
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Kedamono ↛ @legmeatt on discord, feel free to dm for plots. ​

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[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── Wolfsong is glad to have raised his kits within the medicine den, given the close proximity to herbs should anything happen, but so too is he glad he was not confined within the nursery. It is a fine enough place for the queens who live there, each of them deserving respect for their efforts in raising WindClan's future warriors, but it isn't as spacious as he'd like. Now that kits cannot be apprentices until they are six moons, no doubt it will become even more crowded, no matter how many wayward kits attempt to sneak away without supervision.

Subtlety has yet to be Dustkit's strong suit, he thinks.

"Where are you headed today, Dustkit?" He asks with warm amusement, appraising the kit with his sole eye, which is equally warm.
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WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN FORMER ROGUE TURNED MEDICINE CAT. 42 MOONS, HE/HIM, NPC X NPC. MATES WITH SUNSTAR (07/05/2023). BIOGRAPHY, PINTEREST, & PLAYLIST.

medicinal expertise med. part ii med. part iii med. part iv

• — ★★★☆☆ WOUNDS: You're (mostly) in safe paws. You'll know if he's less experienced if he asks for your permission to try a treatment. No wound can scare him away from knowledge.
  — ★★★☆☆ INFECTION: He can prevent most infections. If you feel feverish, let him know; he'll hum thoughtfully over herbs and sniff your wound before saying, "With your blessing..."
• — ★☆☆☆☆ ACHES & PAINS: If you complain to him of pain, he'll ask where. If it's a headache, you'll likely feel a bit better. For anything else, "Try this, if you'd like, and tell me how you feel."
  — ★☆☆☆☆ BROKEN BONES: At best. he can ask you to remain lying down in the den. He may try to distract you with conversation while he considers what herb to feed you.
• — ★★★★★ TRAVELING HERBS: Going somewhere? No worries; Wolfsong knows just what you need to stay hale and healthy during your journey. The rest is up to you.
  — ★★★☆☆ KITTING: Thanks to Starlingheart and his own pregnancy, he's better prepared for the arrival of kits, but any complications will need a little faith and a lot of luck.
• — ★☆☆☆☆ POISONS: It's best if you avoid eating anything unfamiliar to you— it's probably just as unfamiliar to Wolfsong. The best he can do is offer you yarrow and sit with you.
  — ★★☆☆☆ ILLNESS: If it's white or greencough, you'll likely recover. Otherwise, prepare for odd concoctions and the usual request that you consent to a little trial-and-error.

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[PINKSHINE]

Pinkpaw has absolutely no idea that Dustkit's goal is to be sneaky. She just sees a kit walking around! And in her opinion, that's totally fine. In fact, the LEAST fine thing about this is how no one else is even playing with her! Pinkpaw would be fixing this problem swiftly! As Wolfsong begins his investigation, Pinkpaw would then eagerly bound to catch up with the kit, before slowing down to match her unsteady crawl. " Yeah! Where're you going? Can I come? I'm really good at games! Promise! " now that she wasn't a kit anymore, she had to uphold her image! She could still have fun and stuff even as an apprentice!

staring at the mirror gotta smile, smile 🌸🌷🦄🦩 don't be late, we got plans!

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  ( IT'S TIME TO START A FUCKING RIOT, RIOT! ) PINKPAW: APPRENTICE OF WINDCLAN. DAUGHTER TO BRIGHTSHINE & HEAVY SNOW. SISTER TO HEATHPAW, DOWNYPAW, & FINCHPAW.
  

  SHE / HER; UNOPPOSED TO THE USE OF OTHERS
  CURRENTLY 8 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 16TH

  
  Pinkpaw 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! Pinkpaw is a very irrational and childish character!​

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[Dustpaw!]

Ears shoot up in recognition at the voice of the medicine cat, she's surprised she's been caught so quick but he doesn't scoop her up. She tries to follow where his voice came from and turn to point her head his direction a smile on her small muzzle "Woofsong!" she mewls, she knew how to say wolf now but when she'd first been learning to speak she'd struggled with his name. Now she just stuck to the name, that's who he was to her kind Woofsong who was good at keeping her healthy and checking her eyes. She shrugs her shoulders at his question "I dunno yet just exploring!" she hadn't had much of a plan other then her "great escape" now that she slowed she had no clue which direction was best to go in.

Before she can continue or even try to play with the medicine cat she hears paw steps running up on her followed by a louder voice, she jumps up fur spiking along her back as she arches all the way up sidestepping like a fuzzy crab, a almost adorable sounding weak hiss coming out of her. This scent; this younger cat is not one that's become familiar to her yet she's overwhelmed at first a high pitched growl of warning still coming from her. She's always been a hissy kit, especially when she was just beginning to figure out her world (the nursery and it's inhabitants) she'd hiss at everyone who wasn't her dad, the queens or the kits who stuck their head in. She calms herself after a moment of growling at Pinkpaw, the apprentice had said she wanted to play she realizes now. Her ears fold back in embarrassment, she straightens herself out only to plop on the ground much more peacefully.

"You can come but you gotta keep up I'm very fast" she boasts though her voice is still a mewl she pauses for a second before speaking up again "I'm Dustkit, What's your name?" she was taught to be polite, well she had failed at that at first but she got startled she can still try now!

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  Dustkit ✩ She/Her, Windclan Kit, 2 moons
  ⭃ short furred black smoke she-cat with high white and cloudy green eyes (blind)
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Kedamono ↛ @legmeatt on discord, feel free to dm for plots. ​

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[Periwinklebreeze.]

OH, WHAT IT MEANS TO BE SOMEONE ━
THAT EVERYBODY HAS TO TALK TO━​

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periwinklebreeze ❀ 20 moons ❀ demi-boy ❀ windclan lead warrior ​

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When the tom is camp bound, settled within gorse walls, he watches over his kits like a hawk - blue eyes never straying far from their smaller figures. And while he's not one to pick favorites, to care for one child more than another, he can admit even if only to himself that e watches Dustkit a bit longer, worries just a little bit more. A moon into the discovery that her eyesight was lacking, that she was blind and would never be quite the same as everyone else, and the to was still left reeling.

Its not really that he thinks less of her for it - no, she's far from the first blind cat to grace their ranks, and those like Ambertail had certainly gone on with their lives just fine. He'd never really looked at them differently, thought of them as anything but yet another member of his clan. But... he just can't understand it, can't comprehend it. Can't help but pity her, just that little bit, for never getting to experience the things he'd always taken for granted - like watching silverpelt glitter overhead, or seeing the veritable rainbow of blooms that currently littered their territory. He still remembers days spent in the mountains, navigating pitch black in cavernous tunnels, unable to even see a whisker in front of his ow nose. Thinks of how Dustkit will spend her whole life living like that. Still... he supposes it must be hard to miss what you never had to begin with, because his lovely daughter certainly doesn't seem to let the lack of a single sense stop her mischief.

As he watches her sneak about with quiet giggles, he can only wrap flower strewn tail tighter 'round himself and think of how apt her name had turned out. He still remembers fondly how brave his once best friend had been, how he'd let nothing slow him down - not even Periwinklebreeze's own strangeness. Wolfsong speaks to her warmly, and Pinkpaw all but runs over her with loud voice and lightning fast words. His daughters surprise is hardly shocking, giving a quiet laugh to himself as she hisses - a spitfire, really. He's glad though, that he won't have to worry about her letting others walk over her. Theres no need to step in, to play referee - Dustkit calms as soon as she's reoriented, easily accepting the tortoishells into her games.

No, he's content to simply watch from afar, there if she ever needs him.

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[Grasspaw]

𓆝 . ° ✦ Grasskit wasn't used to not being the youngest in camp anymore with Whitekit and Midnightkit. And he especially wasn't used to Periwinklebreeze being so busy. He hadn't had a good chance to play with his uncle for a while. The fawn tabby merely watched from his spot to the side, having abandoned his hole digging for the moment to observe. The worms and rocks could wait. He wanted to see where this was gonna go.

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  NAME — HE/HIM ･ 3 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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[PINKSHINE]

She isn't prepared at ALL for the ferociousness Dustkit meets her with. Pinkpaw's own hackles raise — only in defense! As she looks at Dustkit with wide eyes! " Woah! " Did she do something wrong? Did she scare her! She wasn't even trying to be scary! She supposes Scorchstreak's training is really paying off, huh... " Sorry! I didn't mean to be so ferocious! " She apologizes. What if... she becomes so scary that she's as scary as Sootstar??? She'll have to work on this when she gets the chance...

Thankfully, Dustkit recovers quickly, and so does she! " I'm fast! " Well... as fast as any WIndClan tunneler apprentice probably is... She doesn't really know how to judge how fast is fast enough... She could probably beat a RiverClanner in a race! That was probably good enough. " Hi Dustkit! I'm Pinkpaw! "

She was just exploring huh... " I can show you all the cool spots in camp! Liiiike... there's Tallrock! Where Sunstar tells us things and stuff! " along with her very good description, she'd gesture with her tail to the rock in question. " And... here's where I like to draw... " Pinkpaw takes a few steps over to where it was less sand-you-should-walk-on, and more sand-you-should-draw-on! She would wave as she notices Periwinklebreeze on the way there, and then she would decisively draw... one very squiggly line! She's a bit of an artist. " Come join us, Grasskit! " she invites, waving the kit over.

staring at the mirror gotta smile, smile 🌸🌷🦄🦩 don't be late, we got plans!

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  ( IT'S TIME TO START A FUCKING RIOT, RIOT! ) PINKPAW: APPRENTICE OF WINDCLAN. DAUGHTER TO BRIGHTSHINE & HEAVY SNOW. SISTER TO HEATHPAW, DOWNYPAW, & FINCHPAW.
  

  SHE / HER; UNOPPOSED TO THE USE OF OTHERS
  CURRENTLY 8 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 16TH

  
  Pinkpaw 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! Pinkpaw is a very irrational and childish character!​

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[Dustpaw!]

Dustkit doesn’t know her dads watching her now, but she understands even being so young he worries for her. Of what she can’t experience. Just being able to enjoy the feeling of a cool spring breeze, able to smell the aroma of freshly bloomed flower - being able to feel the love her family had for her is enough. Dustkit didn’t think she was missing much, she was happy as is even if something were a little confusing for her. Pinkpaw being her now most recent befuddling encounter but she’s smiling now not towards the apprentice but in the general direction of her voice. "You’re not… Fer… Feroar-chiss I’m Feroar-chiss!" the words a little much for her but she meows it out confidently after her first stumble.

Pinkpaw is a big talker but she doesn’t mind she listens intently hanging on every word -
Tall-Rock huh she thinks she’s heard that before but that was where Sunstar stood. She wonders how high it is, she bets she could climb it but saves the idea for another day that was wayyy to ambitious even for her. She nods "He says lots of stuff, he’s very loud" she says; of course that was only when he was up there she guesses yowling about all kinds of stuff.

She follows after her paws staying very close to the apprentices hind paws so she wouldn’t fall behind as she walks to show her around. Her legs are so so tiny still she has to run a good bit or well bound and jump like a fuzzy toad. She’s taken to the drawing spot and Dustkit sniffs the sand when she’s over it, her claws beginning to flex into it. It was very soft, softer than the dirt near the nursery. "I’m not a drawerer but I’m a good digger" she proclaims proudly, her little paws already kicking some behind her to make a little hole much similar to what her cousin was doing tail lengths away before Pinkpaw beckons him too. "Yeah! Come on Grasskit! Let’s dig the biggest hole!"

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  Dustkit ✩ She/Her, Windclan Kit, 2 moons
  ⭃ short furred black smoke she-cat with high white and cloudy green eyes (blind)
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Kedamono ↛ @legmeatt on discord, feel free to dm for plots. ​

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[Grasspaw]

𓆝 . ° ✦ Grasskit's eyes widened as Pinkpaw pinpointed him. It wasn't like he was hiding, per-say, he was just unprepared to socialize. But he didn't want to be mean, despite his conflicting feelings on Dustkit, so he cautiously shuffled over. "I've got some good hole digging tricks," he mumbled.

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  NAME — HE/HIM ･ 3 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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