is it cold outside? & exploring camp

[Magpiepaw]

The newly joined black and white kitten had lingered in the nursery with Snailcurl for most his first day there, they had given him food that he was able to eat easily since it was nowhere near as hard and crunchy as the pellets he'd had before that were much too tough on his sensitive baby teeth; while he'd been weaned too early he found he didn't miss the milk as much as he used to. The frog thing he'd been given was great, an entirely new world of different tastes and smells had opened before him and he eagerly stumbled out of the nursery to go explore it. Maybe he could get another frog leg, maybe he would meet a new cat-they had a lot of them here it seemed! He had watched with wide eyes as cats came and went from the briar bushes around this little clearing area and while he was curious to know where they went he was much more interested in looking around this camp thing first.
Magpiekit, as he was now named, had unsteady steps, his entire body swaying from side to side as he bumbled along and bobbed his head; eyes squinting off into the far off distance of: the edge of camp.
The kitten crepy ever further to the big pile of what looked like more trash but the scent was very enticing and he realized that among the other strange things he didn't recognize he saw one of those frogs. He'd been given a single leg, but the entire creature was a lot rounded than he expected them to be; looked very much like a big green ball. The other stuff around it was unfamiliar, he sniffed hesitantly at what was soft and feathered and another covered in a thin hide of fur but neither moved. Were they also food?
Opening his mouth and lunging forward, he missed his first attempt to grab the tip of the crow's wing but managed his second and proceeded to growl and shake as he tried to dislodge it from the pile. With an almost comical pop the feather between his teeth dislodged and he rolled backwards onto the marshy earth.

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[TEASELPAW]

Sun-bright eyes watched from where he lay, work successfully avoided for now- though Teaselpaw could not say he was sun-warmed. The snow was sludgy, melting in some placed, piled-up in others... it did not look even slightly as pleasant as it had when it was new. And through the slop wobbled a kitten, domino pelted, beelining toward the fresh kill pile. Oh, and how glad he was that he hadn't deemed it too boring a subject! He'd never seen a prey retrieval attempted like that, with violent shaking and a backwards catapult- a laugh sprung from his throat, boisterous in its volume as he heaved himself to his feet.

"That crow still alive?" he joked, though he let his question hang in the air as if he had truly meant it. He wouldn't tease Magpiekit for long, but after that display he needed a bit of ribbing- you only learned by making mistakes, apparently, but sometimes mistakes were hilarious and he couldn't help it. ​

PENNED BY PIN​

 

[Tigertooth]

If I surrender, surrender
To the monsters in me ⋆⁺₊⋆
A low chuckle emitted from the large tabby tomcat and there was a wave of a bushy tail, "If you wanted the crow, you could've asked for help," The amusement was clear in the low toned voice of Tigertooth and he moved to push some prey off the pile so the crow was easier to grab for young Magpiekit. Then looked to Teaselpaw, "I am 90% sure that the crow is dead, if not it is really good at playing possum," Though didn't seem to register that the other was just merely joking.

Tigertooth had a soft spot for young cats in the clan and he always wondered what it would be like to mentor himself, but he never got a chance for that yet. Pitchstar hadn't deemed him worthy enough for an apprentice, "You alright, though, Magpie?" he looked down at the kitten with a small nudge of his muzzle towards the cat to help them get back up onto their paws.

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[SHARPSHADOW]

† Magpiekit was new. Spontaneously dropped straight into Shadowclan's gaping maw, and it was too bad– too bad he wouldn't even have half the mind to discern whether it's a blessing or curse. Not that he means it unkindly... Here was all she's ever known; and Magpiekit was just... little, and weird. Sharppaw felt the need to keep her eye on new little weird things. She wanted to be there when they bump in the night. ...If only so he knew what to stay away from, later.

His observation is quiet, but maybe not subtle. Shadow slinking across the ground, she still looks on with grey eyes slightly wide. Past a blank-void stare and awkward, awkwardest of mortal vessels was a determined little thing, and the kit nearly goes flying– Sharppaw thinks that he would've without the bird acting as dead weight. His whiskers tremble at the sight of him sliding through the mud. She thinks to ask if he's okay, but it's not like anyone else cared. It would be lame of him to.

Twist of his ears at the comment from Tigertooth. And his eyes narrow, a slight squint; not the mean kind, at least he hopes. He's just confused, and he's bugged, and he's bothered. Teasel has... has eyes. Did Tigertooth not know? Does he not get jokes? Maybe not. But it's weird that he'd rather assume Teaselpaw is– is that dumb? "Teasel knows that..." she mumbles, eyes creased with an odd quirk of his lips. "–I think." Last minute addition, in case he'd thought wrong. His paws knead at marshy earth, and he realizes he's talking too much. Tigertooth probably didn't mean it that way. He was just... old. Older. She shouldn't think that about him.​

 

[✧ Snailcurl.]

I JUST LOVE YOUR PUPPYDOG EYES ​

snails shell | 30 months | female | she/her | physically easy (heavily pregnant) | mentally medium | attack in bold pink​

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When snails shell turned to shadowclan for shelter, for salvation, she had wanted a place to safely raise her kits. She hadn't expected to pick up more along the way, but she had, and she finds she doesn't regret it. Taking the healers advice to rest for once, she watches with green eyes as the newest addition to the den wobbles and waddles around, eyes keen. She knows they're short on prey,- they're hungry, all of them - but she can't find it in her heart to scold him for going after more. She'll just have to search twice as hard for prey to replace what has been taken.

It's a tentative thing, she thinks, a balancing act. Sharp tongue held between grit teeth when she wants to speak out, wants to shake pitchstar, wants to thump him upside the head. But the younger tom has the authority here - can rescind the offer if so inclined. So she watches, and waits, and proves herself, until she can't anymore. Until they either see her value, or she can take her kits and leave. She thinks it'll be the former, thankfully.

As magpiekit goes atumbling, she looks him over with keen gaze, before deciding he seems well enough. If he complains or cries it may be another matter, but she's tired and her round belly heavy and she really doesn't want to move right now. "Careful there little one," she offers instead, a soft laugh slipping out past pearly whites.