camp JUST A LITTLE SCARED - intro

[DAZZLEKIT.]

In the wake of the invasion, Dazzlekit feels... Well, she feels something, certainly. Sad, horrified, and afraid. The first death she'd witnessed and could remember. And the sensation of heat did not make her feel any more secure.

Blue eyes gaze at the opening of the nursery and she takes in a small breath. "...What if I go out there and... and something happens?" she murmurs quietly to herself, nervous. "What if..."

In an ideal world, everyone would be happy. Nobody would die. Everyone would stay safe. But such an ideal world could never be. She has known that since she was little, the lingering burns on her paws evidence of that. She tries not to weep, tries not to cry out, tries not to just curl up and hide. But she can't stop the shaking of her legs as she stares, trying to decide if she should venture out into camp or stay inside the nursery.​

"Speech"​

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FOR NOW, PLEASE, LET ME HAVE MY OWN DREAMS​

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[✧ Marmotbite.]

MY BODY'S COVERED IN TEETH MARKS
YOUR BITES WORSE THAN YOUR BARK​

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marmotbite & 19 moons & demigirl & she/they/it & windclan tunneler ​

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" Nothin' will 'appen " comes mothers drawl, the tiny she-cat at last making an appearance to check on her kits. motherhood is, admittedly, not something Marm had ever thought about - certainly never expected. But she does not take back the choice now, awkward and unsuited though she may well be. " And if it does kiddo' you're finna' bite 'em and don' let go, " all of this is, of course, said with a grin - lopsided and gapping, missing tooth standing out like a sore thumb. Blood paints rivers down her chin and across her throat - some of it her own, most of it not. As it should be she thinks fondly - red has always been her favorite color anyway. Nose twitches as she flicks her tail against Dazzlekits side - an affectionate gesture, if made a bit concerning by the state she's in.

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[FEATHERSPINE]

What if, what if- some would say it wasn't worth dwelling on, but Featherspine knew better. What if dictated safety so viciously, so fervently- it was a deeply impossible thing to ignore. What was warrior training, in not preparing for eventuality? There was no harm in dwelling on what could be, she was sure of it. The only thing that was useless was wallowing about what had already been.

No use, she knew, and yet her heart twisted for all the patrols that she had not been on- all the disasters that her honed claws had not been able to prevent. If onlt, if only he had been there... vigilant, armed with sharp owl's eyes and a sharper tongue.

He did not regard kits with very much sympathy, a lot of the time... they looked forward to being apprentices, the lot of them. Wasn't it a rule, that everyone wanted to have more than they had now? And if kits so coveted their freedom, they had to be prepared for what it wrought. Featherspine believed that feverishly, and with barbed verity he would not conceal it. Marmotbite was in a state, but she spoke words with hardiness that Featherspine could find merit within.

He stood at the mouth of the nursery, certainly not a plush, comforting presence. "That's why you have to b-be p-p-puh... b-be ready for anything." Not as eloquent as he would have liked, but sharp in tone nonetheless.​

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[Quietcrow]

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ Being a kit in a world that would tear you apart regardless of your size is daunting; danger has a tendency to lurk. He would like to believe, as he gets older, that the worries that nip at the back of his mind are unreasonable and nothing to dwell on. But they seem to grow more and more real instead.

And yet Quietpaw's ears fatten after hearing the uneasy murmur from Dazzlekit, who should be playing and having fun, not worried about leaving the safety of her den. Of course, the invasion had been horrifying for someone so small, the danger was not at their borders but right in camp.

Too young to know battle training and to defend herself, her tiny teeth and claws were only used for games with her peers. "It's okay,,, to be afraid,"he mewed softly, attempting to comfort with a definitive tone like Marmotbite had.

"But you have plenty,,, of grown cats to help,,, keep you safe." Quietpaw shuffled his paw, his mind once again slowly spirling but he tried prompting her anyway. "Go try and enjoy the day"

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  Quietpaw — he/him ･ apprentice, Windclan ･ PENNED BY @Ghostunes!

  A timid mostly black tom with white markings on his chest and back. Note: ',,,' are short pauses in his speech Tags ​

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