camp it's where he keeps his dirt // party pooper

[TWILIGHTKIT ⋆]

He's not sure who suggested this game. Whoever did, Twilightkit has long since decided he will not play with them anymore. After seeing all he's seen (all he's been allowed to see, at least,) a game of this caliber seems... callous. Coltkit almost died because of these cats, and now kits want to play heroes versus villains? He feels unfair, vile words build on his tongue but for the sake of his family, the silver tabby withholds them. He lets the game play out and even participates, too - if only to call out inconsistencies and unfairness.

"No claws," he calls to two kits as they scuffle. Kitten claws can hardly do more than pinpricks and still, the kitten glowers until they're sheathed, and then some. He twists his frame to pace to the opposite edge of the nursery entrance, watching as other kits play gathering. ThunderClan hadn't even gone to this moon's gathering... do the other Clans know what's happening here? Does Skyclaw let any of the cats speak at borders? He grimaces, knowing too-well that these are questions he will not get answers to. Again, fighting occurs, and Twilightkit huffs out, "Cats don't fight at gatherings!"
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[SQUIRRELPAW]

Squirrelpaw could understand Twilightkit's frustration. There were many young Thunderclanners who had been allowed to witness far too much tragedy in recent days, herself included. She was struggling with the current of new and unfamiliar emotions coursing through her, along with some all-too-familiar ones like fear. But life somehow went on, and kits would be kits. It was in their nature to play games, and maybe acting out the twisted scenarios they'd been forced to experience was their only way of coping. Maybe they just really didn't understand what was happening. Either way, she couldn't fault them.

The torbie apprentice wandered over to where the silver kitten sat watching the others enact their 'gathering', giggling in amusement at Twilightkit's scolding. "He's right, ya know," she called out, casting the boy a sly grin. "Fighting is strictly forbidden at a gathering. However..." she crouched down, tucking her paws beneath her chest and lowering her voice conspiratorially. "I've been to a gathering, and sometimes, the worst cats actually do fight. Starclan doesn't like it though, it makes them angry." She could still remember the time the moon had disappeared from the sky. It was hard not to take that as a sign from their ancestors. Hopefully, Thunderclan would be allowed to the gathering once again attend next moon...

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• SQUIRRELPAW ♡ she / her, apprentice of thunderclan, 8 moons
  ⭃ lh blue torbie with high white and green eyes // slender but fluffy // excellent climber
  ⭃ single, crushing on no one // flamewhisker x flycatcher // mentored by lightflower
  ⭃ sister to bugpaw, scorchedpaw, sunpaw, falconheart and stormfeather
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted // underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by limerence ↛ @limericks. on discord, feel free to dm for plots

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[ORANGEPAW.]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- "i miss going to gatherings. as soon as i heal up enough, I hope I'm able to go. there's so many different cats there, it's pretty fun."

orangepaw doesn't outright say it, but he misses brackenpaw. she was one of the first friends he ever had, and he doesn't really talk about her outloud here, but that doesn't make him miss them any less. he just likes making friends, and brackenpaw was a good friend. he feels terrible thst he missed the last time they were supposed to meet– he can only hope brackenpaw isn't super upset. they tend to be like that sometimes, though. with a gentle sigh, the tom sits, twitching his ears.

"what you can do at a gathering is make a lotta friends. it's good to have friend, even if you can't see them all the time because they're in different clans. other cats may tell you different but there is no harm in friendship."

he believes it firmly. there was nothing wrong with being a friend. there was nothing wrong with having friend, either. everyone needs them, and the world would be a nicer place if more cats just were friends with each other, versus at each other's throats all the time. but maybe he's just a bit too naive for thinking so.

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  ORANGEPAW ✩ he/they, apprentice of thunderclan, 10 moons.
  ⭃ rather large polydactyl orange tabby with white markings, green eyes, a broken left hind leg, and scars on his face and right side
  ⭃ npc x npc // no known family. mother is deceased
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ not necessarily great in battle. semi easy to attack due to lack of expereince alone.
  ⭃ penned by scar ↛ @salemdraws on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Scarletpaw]

Scarletpaw's tail twitches with annoyance as she listens to the conversation. She'd been looking forward to her first Gathering for moons, only to have it snatched away. She wants to trust Skyclaw, but she doesn’t understand why they couldn’t attend. The memory of that night they all sat in camp instead of going to Fourtrees still burns in her mind, a mix of frustration and anger bubbling up whenever she thought about it. It was supposed to be a special experience, and she missed it. It doesn’t help that Squirrelpaw is here, acting like she knows everything. The tortoiseshell can practically feel her pelt bristling as she glances at the she-cat, her gaze only softening when she looks at Twilightkit, her younger kin.

She then shoots a narrow-eyed glare at Orangepaw. "Not every cat cares about making friends at Gatherings," She mutters, her voice edged with irritation. "Some of us actually wanted to be there to represent our clan, to show we're strong even when things aren't… normal." She looks at the sky then, her split eyes closing briefly as her chin tips up in superiority. “But I guess some cats just go to gossip and play around."
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