camp intro { where wolf here wolf

[Sheepkit]

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SHEEPKIT ✧ brother to newtkit, volekit, kit three, kit four​

✧ kit of riverclan // no former ranks.
✧ cis male // he/him.
✧ heterosexual // heteroromantic // monogamous.
✧ 04 moons // ages on the 1st of each month.
✧ played by @helly // tags ✧ toyhou.se
✧ speech is in "#7e96a0"

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The small, reserved little tom sat quietly on the edge of camp, watching his clanmates go about their duties as apprentices and as warriors, and, well, everything else they happened to be doing. He had hounded several different warriors over the last moon to tell him about the duties he would have as an apprentice, as well as the role he would play as a warrior, but for the most part they had either awkwardly laughed and ran away from his incessant questions, or had given him some lame answer that didn't actually answer his question. Overall he was feeling mildly peeved abut his current situation; knowledge-wise.

His mild annoyance could be seen on his face as his tail flicked idly behind him. He wanted to be as prepared as he possibly could be for his apprenticeship, to be the best apprentice and then the best warrior he could possibly be, then maybe he could be a lead warrior or someone even more important. He had big goals. He wasn't interested in sitting idly by while his clanmates worked, but as it was he wasn't allowed to help out. He would just get in the way. So once he was big enough then he could make up for the time lost, he would think.

But, regardless of this borderline negative thinking he endured, he was certainly hungry. A hunting patrol came in right then and he glanced up at their filled maws with saliva forming pools in his mouth. Sheepkit padded over to the fresh-kill pile, quietly waiting for a turn to pick something out to eat. His mother had introduced him and his siblings to the idea of fresh-kill last moon, but he had decided it would be more beneficial to just eat it without complaint rather than annoy his mother like his siblings tended to do, so he'd been the first to take a bite of the small thrush that she had brought them, and ended up doubling up as the laughing stock of the nursery once he'd pulled his head back with a mouthful of feathers.

He was no longer a fan of feathers.​

 

[iciclefang]

Water beads from her marbled pelt as she pushes through the reeds into RiverClan's camp. From her mouth is a small fish; the length of it barely protrudes from either side of her maw. It's a little bit of a pathetic catch, in truth, and one she isn't particularly proud of, but the fishing had been brutal today. At the first sign of a chill in the air, the fish in her favorite spot had gone downstream, and her stubbornness had kept her and Pinepaw there until it became clear it was not a fruitful endeavor.

She means to take the bit of prey to the fresh-kill pile, but there's a small, intense-looking little gray tomkit, green eyes trained on the returning patrol. The rest of the catches seem more sizable, more meant for Claythorn, for the nursing queens and the sick or ill, so Iciclefang lowers her face toward Sheepkit's. She lets the fish fall onto his paws.

"Share this with your littermates, if you want," she says, dismissive. "It's got more than a couple mouthfuls on it, at least."

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: redo post bc i can't read <3
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• Iciclekit . Iciclepaw . Iciclefang, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 28 moons old, ages realistically on the 17th.
  — mentored by Smokestar ; mentoring Pinepaw ; previously mentored Cicadaflight
  — riverclan lead warrior. mudpelt x icesparkle, gen 2.
  — former mate to Stormywing ; current mate to no one.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  sh tortoiseshell and white she-cat with ice-blue eyes. confident, capable, proud, dry, conceited, condescending, distrustful.
  
  

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[Newtkit.]

MIND OUT OF ORDER
AND HEART ON MY SLEEVE​

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newtkit & 04 moons & agender & they/it & riverclan kit ​

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━━ Where Sheepkit is responsible and solemn, Newtkit has always been a bundle of unbridled chaos - sharp teeth flashing as they chitter away at one clanmate or another, or short fur flying as they tumble about during playtime. Like any good riverclanner, of course, they do want to be a warrior - the sooner the better, honestly - but they're not exactly upset that they get to play around all day. Instead, they've contented themselves by getting into all sorts of mischief.

When Sheepkit wanders near the prey pile, amber eyes burn holes into his back - Newtkit is getting hungry after all, as their stomach grumbles helpfully to remind them. Mossball is quickly abandoned in favor of this new development, watching as Iciclefang approaches. Pale limbs stretch nimbly as they crouch, belly pressed into the dirt, rump wriggling before pouncing - hoping to bowl Sheepkit over with a stretched grin. It doesn't matter much to the child if their attack misses, tongue lolling out as they giggle wherever they land. " You'll share, right? Right Sheepkit? Pleeeeease? " maybe if they beg convincingly enough, they'll get a good bite!

━ actions & " speech, " & 'thoughts/quotes' ━

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j u s t ━ t h a t ━ k i n d ━ o f ━ b e a u t i f u l ━ a n d ━ i m ━ h e l p l e s s

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[BEEFANG]

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ — The black and white warrior knows that once it begins to get colder that fish would be a lot harder to find and she hates the thought that leaf-bare isn't all that far away. It's one of her least favorite seasons and she could do without it knowing that rogues and predators got a lot more dangerous around that time. Who knows if Windclan would try stealing from them once more but after their last attempt and losing one of their lead warriors, well, maybe they had learned their lesson of not being thieving rats. Whatever ends up happening in leaf-bare, Beefang would be prepared with parted jaws and unsheathed claws ready to fight for any piece of prey if it meant the survival of her own clan, Riverclan would thrive if it was the last thing she'd do. She silently prays that none of the cats within her clan don't end up having accidental kittens during the colder season knowing that it would put a lot more strain on the warriors as they attempt to feed those unable to hunt for themselves.

Hopefully by that time, Roepaw would be a lot more prepared and skilled in hunting so she could help him bring in a lot more than he currently did now. He seemed to continue avoiding the water and the black smoke couldn't help but curse to her ancestors that she had gotten stuck with a drypaw apprentice of all things but she needs to remain patient and perhaps, one day, the red tabby tom would learn to swim under the guidance and help of Beefang. It'd be a theory that she would test on a later date as she slips out from the water with her own catch within her jaws, it isn't a large fish by any means but it would feed a few of the kittens. She trails behind Iciclefang noting how she drops her catch to Sheepkit and Newtkit, Beefang more focused on the other residents as she sets down her own fish.

"Here's another fish if you're still hungry." The young warrior says watching as Newtkit pounces onto their sibling and the bicolored moggy thinks of a warm greenleaf where her and her littermates tumbled about with one another underneath the warmth of the sun. All three of them seem to be busy with their own duties as of late and don't have much time to converse with one another, Beefang doesn't like it in the slightest but she's aware that Cicadaflight has his own apprentice to train much like her and Loveburn... well, he's his usual self always babbling about his weird theories.

DROWN IN YOUR SORROW AND FEARS ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ CHOKE ON YOUR BLOOD AND YOUR TEARS

• ooc —

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  WARRIOR SKILLSET;
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ HUNTING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧ TRACKING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧ COMBAT
  — ✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧ STEALTH
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧ STRATEGY
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ SWIMMING
  — ✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ CLIMBING
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  ✦ a shorthaired black smoke molly w/low white and a singular amber eye
  ✦ oftentimes comes off as untrusting of those around her, closed off, and not the easiest to engage in conversation with, she's not easy to befriend. distrusting of outsiders and will snap at you if y/c walks up to her on her blind side. all her opinions are IC only.
  ✦ 14 moons old; ages the 10th every month
  ✦ asexual homoromantic; mated to moonbeam
  ✦ currently mentoring... roepaw ; formerly mentored by smokestar
  ✦ firstborn daughter of cicadastar and smokestar
  ✦ sister of cicadaflight and loveburn
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[Dovekit –]

THEY'LL CARRY YOUR HEART IN THEIR TEETH
dovekit | 04 months | nonbinary transfem | they/them | physically easy | mentally easy | attack in bold #92bcf1

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To the surprise of absolutely nobody, Dovekit was annoyed. If Sheepkit's questions about his upcoming apprenticeship had been ignored, then they were absolutely certain their own would be. It hadn't stopped them from sitting and waiting, tail curled around their paws, for some poor, unsuspecting warrior to come along.

So far, though, that hadn't worked out the way they had wanted. And they were starting to get hungry. And their littermates were already gathered near the fresh-kill pile, alongside a bunch of warriors. With a gleam in their eye that isn't even entirely from their hunger, they march over to the fresh kill pile- and set their sights on Beefang, instead of anything else.

"What's out there besides fish?" They half-demand of the apprentice, with only a tiny rumble of their stomach. "Nobody is telling, and we need to know."

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[SHARPPAW]

"Oh, you know, the clouds, birds, insects..."

A false response in a joke to Dovekit drones against the atmosphere from Sharppaw who have been dropping by the fresh-kill pile, wondering about the commotion that was made by Newtkit in a deep plea to share the fish with their littermate. He watches between the duo with an amused snort. Occasionally, he wonders what it must be like to have littermates; himself being the only one in the litter with no familial ties beyond his parents, as far as he's aware that he only had them in a brief time. To have a family, immense and alive, Sharppaw doesn't think this would change much for it— could. Destiny is a concept it finds absurd, but it reflects if it doesn't mean to be connected with the world; it is a blade that rests outside of all, cutting reality.

Sharppaw gestures over to the fish that Beefang had brought over in encouragement for Dovekit to eat, chuckling at the small rumble that follows their loose demanded inquiry. Amusement burns faintly across emerald eyes. "And there are four other Clans out there," It adds, more genuine to its nonchalant answer this time, but still vague to give Dovekit or the others a chance to question further; let their inquisitiveness run deeper as they reflect. How unusual no one answered to what these kits had asked, apparently. if there is one thing that is the most common trait held in kits, it's their curiosity. Clan kits are generally known for their great desire to become an apprentice and then the best warrior once they understand what kind of life they'll have.

It's good, though. The world will always be in need of new generations with brighter souls, as they can change just about everything. Certainly, so will these strong and ardent kits, bringing RiverClan to the greater path of light.​

 

[Sheepkit]

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SHEEPKIT ✧ brother to newtkit, volekit, kit three, kit four​

✧ kit of riverclan // no former ranks.
✧ cis male // he/him.
✧ heterosexual // heteroromantic // monogamous.
✧ 04 moons // ages on the 1st of each month.
✧ played by @helly // tags ✧ toyhou.se
✧ speech is in "#7e96a0"

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Sheepkit stared up at Iciclefang with barely veiled contempt. He hadn't wanted fish, but he supposed that was the main source of prey for the clan. He was about to take it off of his paws, as it was still wet and-- UGH, slimy, he almost gagged at the texture-- when his sibling Newtkit bounded over and threw themself onto him. He yelped, going down in a flurry of limbs as the smaller kit toppled him down like a jenga stack. "Yeah, yeah, take it, take it," He told them, flicking his ears back and lifting a paw while he struggled to extricate himself from his sibling's near chokehold.

Another warrior dropped-- sigh, another fish onto his pathway as he began to groom his chest in mild embarrassment, keeping (just barely) from rolling his eyes and throwing a temper tantrum. "Yeah. Thanks." He said, dragging the fish over to Dovekit as they berated poor Sharppaw about what happened to be outside the island camp. He, too, would like to know, but he keeps his mouth shut and listens close as he takes a bite of the fish that was brought to him and forces it down. He hated fish so much.
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[iciclefang]

Iciclefang has no idea how deep Sheepkit's disdain for their main source of prey runs; she had fed on fish since she'd been weaned, and her kits' first bite of solid food, too, had been meat from a trout fresh from their river. The tortoiseshell can see the faint sheen of distaste gleaming from the tomkit's mismatched eyes, but she makes no note of it; kits are picky, and some of them are so bad-tempered, they are never happy. He is not outright disrespectful, at least; besides, his littermates are quick to swarm both her catch and the one Beefang had provided.

"What's out there besides fish?" Dovekit's voice is loud and demanding, though they address Sharppaw, not the lead warrior or Beefang. "Nobody is telling, and we need to know." Sharppaw teases them, then nonchalantly throws in, "And there are four other Clans out there."

Iciclefang's lip twitches. "The other Clans eat land prey. We are the only Clan who hunts fish from the river." She gives the kits a flinty stare, as though she's personally offended they don't value their main source of food. "When the cold seasons drive the rest of the prey underground, we have fish to thank for feeding our bellies. You'd do well to remember that." She would have said the same thing to her own kits — and, no doubt, she has.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: —
• 
• Iciclekit . Iciclepaw . Iciclefang, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 28 moons old, ages realistically on the 17th.
  — mentored by Smokestar ; mentoring Pinepaw ; previously mentored Cicadaflight
  — riverclan lead warrior. mudpelt x icesparkle, gen 2.
  — former mate to Stormywing ; current mate to no one.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  sh tortoiseshell and white she-cat with ice-blue eyes. confident, capable, proud, dry, conceited, condescending, distrustful.
  
  

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