camp INSIDE HER FANTASY [ rta + local weirdo sorts rocks]

[mossypaw]

( ☾ ) she has not paid much attention to the clan since dovekit's death. the tiny pale kit's demise has affected each member of the family in a different way, but mossykit has seen her siblings begin to recover. it's all odd to her. something she had adored about dove had been her patience, the way she was so willing to listen to mossy's ramblings, willing to aid in each collection, waiting sweetly as her dappled sister wasted her time picking up beautiful things. there is a part of her now that feels empty, a slot close to her heart that has vanished, cold air swirling in to replace it. perhaps this is why she's been so absent. there seems to be little point to interaction without dovekit's presence.

today, sun filters through the autumnal trees, leaves browning as they fall before a wind picks up and lifts them to swirl towards the sky. a soft yawn escapes the child's jaws as she scrambles through camp, and she curses softly as several pebbles spill from her maw. sighing, the dappled femme bends to pick them back up, eyes glimmering as she begins her journey again, headed towards the edge of camp where the rest of her collection waits. the group of rocks that has lined her nest for a moon now has grown considerably in size, piled high as the sun illuminates them. slender paws begin picking through the pile, methodically sorting each rock and pebble into its own pile, soft hums falling from her throat. it's time to get back on track. ​

( TRYIN' TO KILL THE MOON )

 

[emberstar]

"AND THOUGH THE EMBERS ARE NEW, WHATEVER YOU DO DON'T LET THE FIRE DIE"​

For a moment she idly watched Mossykit scrambling across camp from her vantage point just outside the leader's den. Having her own den was more trouble than it was worth. She stayed in it when she needed protection from the elements, but for the most part she preferred to rest outside it. Closer to her clanmates When Emberstar noticed pebbles spilling from the kit's jaws, however, she blinked. Her curiosity sharpened.

Getting up, she padded over. If nothing else, she told herself, this was a good excuse to get to know one of her clanmates better. Always a good thing. She was fairly certain her and Mossykit had never had a real conversation. "Heya!" the leader greeted with a warm, friendly smile. "Whatcha doin'?"​

⁎ ✦ ★ ✦ ⁎​

 

[CLOVERFIELD]

{ ꕥ } Seeing a kit walking around with a big mouthful of choking hazards had caused the femme to raise a mild bit of concern. What someone else's kid is up to isn't really her business but these are the next generation and all that jazz. That's the justification she gives for following Mossykit to her hoarding spot and coos out in impressed awe. She whistles. "Now that, Emmy, is an impressive collection if I've ever seen one." Cloverfield hasn't seen a rock collection like this since her own (well, the second one, after her bone collection that was drawing in the rats and so she had to switch back to something rats wouldn't eat even after she made a point of adding their skulls to the gallery as a warning so-- well, she digresses). The point is, she sees a bit of herself in the young kit and like an narcissist, that makes her care a bit more.

Cloverfield wraps her wavy tail around herself with a lax smile. "Which one is your favorite? And don't say 'all of them.' There has to be a special one." She knows that's a hard hitting question for anyone with a hobby like this but she's not one for soft ball. Every worthwhile selection has a crowning jewel.
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( PRINCESS OR QUEEN ; TOMBOY OR KING )

 

[WOLFWIND]

An assortment of rocks, now, where has she seen this before.

Emberstar, of course shows interest in the rocks, because her head is probably filled with nothing but them itself. There's an instinctual attraction there, she bets. What'cha doin, she says, as if Wolfwind doesn't totally know already that she has the hots for the rocks...tch, please. And then Cloverfield whistles, like it isn't just a bunch of dumb ROCKS. Before asking what her favorite is? HER FAVORITE ROCK??? What's she gonna say, THE GRAY ONE?

The only reason Wolfwind doesn't say nothin' is cause last time she did, they were all like, rrrr i don't like you (imagine ending potential friendship conquests over ROCKS) and shes not in the mood to have some shrimpling kit say she's gonna hate her for the rest of her life or whatever. So, respectfully (like the respectful warrior she is) she merely... observes. An upstanding citizen, a right good lad, she is. She's probably looking at the rocks way more intensely than she should, but she sucks at multitasking and cant be hiding words AND faces at the same time.​

 

[TRUFFLEPELT]

Nothing else but interest glimmered in his golden gaze, fascination dancing off the raptured rheum. Rounded ears angled to the sound of voices as they enclosed Mossykit, who with deft paws managed pile after pile of sorting. It was an impressive, display, really- one of patience, dedication. He was almost disappointed that others within the camp had found interest in it- but almost was the key. How lovely that this kit was receiving praise for such masterful work of the mind and paws! Rising to his own feet, the cinnamon-pelted tom padded over, gladness written pleasant across his expression.

Truly, he too was fascinated as to whether there was a favourite- and something else skittered in the back of his mind, too. Mossykit had been one of the litter that had a kitten pass- his heart sunk at the thought of an innocent child suffering so. He could only hope this activity brought some subtle reprieve- and make a silent prayer to the stars that there would be some way, one day, for him to help cease such suffering. "Quite impressive," he remarked after Cloverfield, words lightened by his tusk-toothed smile. ​

( PENNED BY PIN )​

 

[CRESCENTPAW]

from the peripherals of the youthful molly's vision, she'd take notice of the small pawful of older felines beginning to migrate towards a specific corner of the camp where expressions morphed into a mixture of curiousity, interest and awe as if it were the best thing to grace their eyeballs. being curious but mostly nosy, crescentkit spun around on graceful paws and began to trail after the group to figure out what exactly had them so enthralled.

appearing besides trufflepelt, the fluffy tortoiseshell finally would get a glimpse at what was over here and let's just say her disappointment was immearsurable. it was literally just mossykit sorting through a bunch of pebbles. this is what they found interesting?! fanciful brows were immediate to furrow in disbelief, having to do a double-take between the adults and other tortie child who was humming away without a care in the world.

"this is why everyone is gathered over here? to look at a bunch of dumb rocks??" ​

[ penned by cobi ]​