pafp Into the unknown ⊹ exploring

[Puddlekit..]

The world was new and exciting to the young mind of Puddlekit, at that young age where she’s introduced into the outer world for the first time. Not quite old enough to feel the unease of playing all day and restless to explore further out of the safety of camp. Right now she had no idea that there even was anything further out there, anything outside of her immediate vision was non-existent. In Puddlekit’s mind this was the be all and end all of ShadowClan, she wasn’t sure where all the big cats went throughout the day and when it was bedtime but she didn’t care. Today as she emerged from the hollow of the nursery there was determination in those young eyes, eager to explore the ‘territory’. By her side for this adventure was the ever tangled cinnamon pelt of her sibling, Buzzardkit. When she had told her littermates about her plans for the day it was the first and only one to immediately jump onboard.

“What do you thinks out there?” She whispers to him, curiosity evident in her squeaky and high pitched tone. Black and fawn pelt bristles at the idea of finding something scary out there, what would be scary? One of the adults clearly. They needed to find something that the adults could never find, so they could avoid that. Tripping over her paws as she walks at first she bumps into Buzzardkit a couple of times before huffing and holding her head up high, like she sees the more regal cats of camp do. Clearly this would help her with walking, to an extent it did. She was still stumbling but it was a small stutter in comparison, the she-kit leads her sibling out from the familiar thorn bush of the nursery.

The wandering was aimless but as she crossed the camp clearing she spotted something that caught her eye, the bramble bush of the warriors den. With a sudden sharp turn on her paws (so sharp that she nearly tumbles over) she marches towards the warriors den, circling to the entrance. The duo were clearly within eyeshot for the rest of the camp but to Puddlekit they were completely obscured, hiding away in a spot that no one has ever seen before. Peering around the corner of it she ducks her head in momentarily before gasping. Pulling away like she had been burned she presses as close to the bramble bush as she can without invoking the prickles ire. “Buzzardkit.. I think that things are sleeping in there!” What would possibly be sleeping there though? Was this a threat? Should they tell someone? Clearly this area has yet to be discovered by the rest of camp because Puddlekit didn’t know about it, so this was an unknown threat.

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  @BUZZARDKIT. we're exploring!!!
  

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• PUDDLEKIT || She/her, kit of ShadowClan, one moon
  ♡ A short haired fawn rosette tabby and black rosette tabby chimera with copper eyes. Always seems to be judgmental.
  ♡ Adopted child of Moltface || Littermate to Runningkit, Cloudkit, Buzzardkit, and Nightkit.
  ♡ Penned by Juice || message on discord (Ouijeejuice) for plots!
  ♡ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking.
  

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[BUZZARDKIT.]

I SAW A PHOTO, YOU LOOK JOYOUS​

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of course he said yes when his sister decided she wished to explore. he's always been the one to venture further, do more. see more. learn more. seeing is believing and to believe is one step closer to knowing. he is careful in his odd movements to not wake his dad, or other siblings. he doesn't want them to be bothered by his venture for knowledge with puddlekit. his oddly curled tail twitches as he grunts and tumbles out of his nest, following puddlekit and making sure she doesn't stumble, doing his best with his own unsteady gait to catch hers so that she doesn't hurt herself. his wide eyes blink as he finally answers her question.

"a lotsa stuff, pudding. we are gonna be the best at ex...ploring and we are gonna know everything!"

she exclaims, a rare smile reaching her face. rarely does she ever change her voice or face from that of neutrality but it's easy when her sister is involved. eagerly, she follows her lead. she has no desire to lead the adventure on, only to learn from it. and what better way to learn than this, right? she finds herself close to the same bramble bush, wide eyes blinking a few good times as if trying to figure out what they were looking at. she gasps at the revelation, grumbling quietly as her tail sweeps over puddlekit's back.

"well whatever's sleepin' in th...ere smells fu...funny."

they don't like it. they don't like what's in there. they don't like the smell. they miss the smell of their dad.

"we should go in there, pudding, and tell them to take a bath!"
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[betonyfrost]

Wilted ears tilt to the muffled sounds of kits' voices and then immediately fold in annoyance. Betonyfrost stirs from a restless sleep. Her body is the kind of ache that can only be born from inaction and her fur is flattened into odd angles—how long has she been laying down? When she rises she does so without the customary stretch and when she moves, it is on stiff, staggering legs. She leans to peer out into the bright beyond the mouth of the warrior's den. The kits only get a narrow eyed glance and a huff before she's looking above their height—scoping over camp.

"Isn't one of the queens minding you?" Betonyfrost doesn't look at the kits as she speaks, "If you are going to be noisy then you'll need to do so elsewhere. As hard as it may be for you to believe, some of us enjoy our sleep undisturbed."

She starts to turn then, as if preparing to once again vanish into the depths of the den, her nest, and then hesitates. Her green eyes flicker back to the kits now—longer than the passing glance that they had received before. Betonyfrost has never enjoyed this phase in a kitten's life: it's all questions Betonyfrost herself never remembers answering but always remembers knowing the answers to. They discover a world that Betonyfrost already knows with a wonder for it that Betonyfrost has never experienced.

A frown slices her face in two.

"Over there are the apprentices," Betonyfrost's point is so quick that it could be mistaken for a swish of her tail, "They'll walk you around if you ask them."​

shadowclan warrior | blue mackerel tabby | 34 moons | tags​

 

[smogstar]

There's a warmth within him reserved only for the clan's littlest members, something tender and wholly different from his everyday demeanor provides. They soften his resolve and smooth out the calloused edges to his temperament. Wasn't always present, that tender side. He can easily recall when he'd skirt away from them, unwilling (and afraid) to indulge their antics, not seeing the use in their play. But then came his own litters, and, surprise surprise, they'd brought a part out in him that has stayed there since.

It's a story as old as the stars themselves, he wagers.

The tom exhales sharply, expression flickering for a moment during his idle observance. Amber eyes chaperone the two from afar while they dillydally around the warrior's den, and his ears tilt when they capture the distant squeaks of kit conversation. Puddlekit's comment carried the weight of truth, Buzzardkit's doubly so. There were, in fact, things sleeping in there. Smelly things. One such smelly thing was roused from its slumber and it swiftly poked its head through the brambles to tell them off. He would chuckle at this, hollow-sounding and just once.

"Welp, he huffs, "fun's over." Crossing the breadth that lay between him and the den, Smogstar addresses the two, "C'mon, there are more interesting parts of camp to explore." Like the cave. That part, he does not put to voice. But his muzzles gestures waywardly to the small grotto attached to the Clanrock. The medicine cat's den cast an image that should leave any adventurous kit curious enough to at least take a peek. You know, disregarding the fact that kits shouldn't really explore barge in there. ​