camp just breathe // kitten roll call

[cottonsprig]

Having so many kittens born during leafbare was... difficult, to say the least. She didn't even want to think about their conditions whilst her mother was still alive (it somehow still pains her to think about it, so she shoves the thought aside.) But now they were officially into newleaf - the air's slowly growing warmer, the sun's starting to hang in the sky a bit longer. Surely their patrols will find it easier to feed many of these weaning mouths now, and soon enough it won't be a worry any longer! Still, the worry lingers in some of the nursery queens (Nightingalecry included; in fact the she-cat had asked her to check on her litters twice in the past few weeks already,) and so Cottonpaw has taken it upon herself to wrangle the nursery residents and give them a rudimentary check up.

How does she keep them in line, you may ask? Well, asking a few of them politely seems to work, but the more rowdy ones don't seem to like rules of any fashion. And so - "Remember, guys - good kittens get pretty, good smelling flowers to bring back to their nests after all this," she purrs. Thankfully she was able to procure a bushel or two of useless blooms (at least, to her recollection. StarClan save her if she somehow found the all-cure and was sharing it amongst the kittens.)

In any case, she tries grouping them first by their litters - "Let's see... we have Nightingalecry's troop, that's... Whitekit, Deathkit, Grasskit, Midnightkit, Witherkit, and... Frightkit," her gaze floats over to the skittering she-kit, who's bounced out of order to sit beside Spotkit. Cottonpaw can sort of recall hearing them announce their courting, which is... cute, she supposes, but completely ruining her order. She lets out a sigh, "Okay, okay, stay there if you want but please do not move anymore..." little does she know, she's opened up pandora's box in terms of who wants to sit with who during checkups.

[ courtesy tags but dw about waiting for them! also for silly shenanigans reasons imagine that the tag order is the grouping/order that cot put your characters. if your character isn't tagged assume them either with their tagged siblings or tacked at the end! the purpose of this thread is that the kits bicker and resort themselves anyways LMAO so it doesn't 100% matter <3

@Witherkit @DEATHKIT @Grasskit @MIDNIGHTKIT @Lakekit. @sheepkit @whitekit @Heronkit @BLIZZARDKIT @ferrekit @violetkit @spotkit @Frightkit ]​

 

[Lakepaw.]

[ ༻ ❊ ༺ ] Lakekit had noticed it, the warmth of newleaf in the breeze. The sun seeming to stay out longer and... what feels to be earlier bedtimes (he saw it as unfair that they had to go to sleep when there was still light in the sky). Yet besides all that, Cottonpaw had become a familar face of older cats peeping in and leaving, mostly chexking in on the kits and doing her duties and yet it had come to be a game for the kits.

She would make them line up while checking up on them while promising gifts of flowers, and Lakekit was determined to be the stillest little kit that Cottonpaw had laid eyes on, wanting the prettiest of blooms the medieicne cat apprentice had to offer. Yet they had roll calls to go through and Frightkit had moved to be with her 'mate' and now with Cottonpaw allowing the gaggle of kits to go where they wish he knew some sort of chaos would unfold before the apprentice's very eyes.

Still Lakekit tried to stand very still while angling his head to watch the others with his only good eye, ears perked as he await to hear Cottonpaw call his name amongst the big tiny army of kittens, and he wondered how Cottonpaw would manage to tame the box she had just opened.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── Somewhere beyond the broken lullabies ──┐‎

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  Lakekit ❊ AMAB, He/Him, Kit of Windclan, 3 moons.
  ⭃ LH Rosette Lynx Minx with low white and bi-color eyes, blind in left eye
  ⭃ NPC X NPC
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Grasspaw]

𓆝 . ° ✦ Grasskit wiggled in his seat, antsy in his unwillingness to be there. He would much rather be finding rocks outside. He was very into rocks. Maybe he was a little wheezy but it was fiiiiine. The rocks were his friends. With Deathkit on his left and Midnightkit on his right, he desperately just wanted to go back outside. "Cottonpawwwww," he drawled, whining quite loudly. "Why are we here," He'd just turned two moons old, he was great!

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ooc Information

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  NAME — HE/HIM ･ 2 MOONS ･ KIT & WINDCLAN ･ PENNED BY TWITCHTAIL

  Small fawn tabby with pale green eyes.
  "speak" thoughts action
  — peaceful, healing, and minor injury powerplay allowed

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[SHEEPPAW]

Sheepkit sat next to Lakekit, tail curled around his paws as he looked up at Cottonpaw with a sleepy gaze on his face. He lets out a yawn, mouth splitting open as he hunched over. He was sleepy.. THIS WAS BORING! HE WANTS A NAP! He listens to Cottonpaw as she said that she'll give all his denmates gifts. Flower.. I want a flower. His mind wonders off, as he thought about pretty flowers the medicine cat apprentice would offer them. Looking over at the other gaggle of rowdy kittens, he watches as Frightkit move next to Spotkit. He turns his head back to face the apprentice. He meows out with a huff, angling his dark dusted ears back looking up at the blue smoke molly. "This is boring Cottonpaw.. I want a pretty flower!" He lets out a whine and pout show on his face. After a moment of pouting, he lets his pout fall to let out a yawn again. Sleepy.. The black smoke gives up on sitting still, to wiggle around in his spot. Slowly rocking back and forth, he turns his head slowly to watch his younger denmates with tired blue eyes.

OOC ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 head empty ...

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• no ref yet </3
• ( NO WAY ! ) SHEEPKIT : kitten of windclan
  ✦ cismale ; HE / HIM ; currently 3 moons
  ✦ undecided / single / not actively looking / open to puppy-crushes
  ✦ a longhaired black smoke with high white & blue eyes
  彡 action , thoughts , "Speech, f8ede3"
  ✦ smells of early morning dew & windblown heather
  
  - tags / @ on discord for plots
  - penned by calzone
  
  
• nothing here begone!

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[gravepaw ★]

༺♰༻ Gravekit is being so still, still as death. Living up to their namesake quite perfectly. The only life that betrays them is the occasional sniffle. And... blink. They must be blinking, but you wouldn't know it by their unmoving, bulging eyes. They try not to, because Cottonpaw told them not to move. They scarcely breathe.

Flowers. They want flowers. Flowers are pretty, and they want to be pretty. Everyone will love them if they're pretty. They sit so very still by their brothers, and try to be patient. It doesn't work very well. Sheepkit is already whining for flowers and that means she'll be looking at him instead. "Um," pipes a squeaky, too-loud voice as Cottonpaw checks up on the other kits. "Cott -- Miss Cottonpaw, make sure to -- to give me some really pretty flowers, please, okay?" There, she's being much better about it than him. She peers around the other kits to look at the medicine cat apprentice, blinking her doll-like eyes pitifully. "Promise I - I'll be good. Really good, see?" And she stills again. She is being good, of course. She just needs to make sure Cottonpaw notices.

‎‎┌── MUSCLE TO MUSCLE AND TOE TO TOE ⋅❆⋅ THE FEAR HAS GRIPPED ME BUT HERE I GO ──┐‎

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  GRAVEKIT ♰ they / she, kit of windclan, three moons.
  ⭃ a tiny chimera of black and white fur with bulging pink eyes.
  ⭃ bratty and bitter beneath a sickly-sweet demeanor.
  ⭃ cygnetstare x gooseberry, littermate to shriek-kit, heronkit, & milkweedkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[RATTLEHEART]

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — There was endless amusement twinkling in their eyes as they watched Cottonpaw try to wrangle the kits from afar, chin resting atop their dirtied paws. Rattleheart had been wondering what her plan was when they had initially saw her guiding the massive crowd of new kits into a compact circle of litters. Or at least, she was making an attempt to gather them up by litter, even if said plan didn't seem to be working out particularly well. They actually snorted when they heard the groans and whining from the various bored children, finally getting up to their paws in an effort to go and help Cottonpaw out.

So much for a nice, peaceful newleaf nap.

With their ringed tail twitching and held high behind them as they approached, the lead warrior began to gently nudge the kits with their muzzle, trying to encourage them into neat groups that would make Cottonpaw's job easier. Even if they weren't gathered by litter, they could at least be somewhat organized, right? "Come on then, let's make a nice lineup for Cottonpaw. Tumbling around will only make this take even longer, and you all want to get back to your little games soon, right?" It had been so long since he had been their ages - over forty moons, in fact - but they could still remember tussling with and bouncing alongside their own siblings. They had been so full of energy then, if only they could've kept that even now.

As they looked at the various gathered kits, another idea to try and settle them came to mind - or at least one that would work on the kits that had been stumbling over themselves to try and become their next apprentices. "And... tell you what. If you're all nice and stay still for Cottonpaw, I'll give you all an early lesson on the tunnels even though you're not paws yet. Does that sound fun?" Never mind the fact that some of them would never end up delving down in the tunnels themselves - it wasn't exactly as if Rattleheart could teach them all anything about being a moor runner.

THE RIGHTEOUS HAND OF GOD 𓆩♡𓆪 THE DEVIL THAT YOU FORGOT

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  ❥ longhaired black and white tom with pale green eyes
  ❥ 49 moons old; ages the 1st every month
  ❥ afab; uses he/she/they pronouns
  ❥ homosexual homoromantic; mated to venomstrike
  ❥ sibling to scorchstreak, lizardbounce, and rabbitclaw
  ❥ currently mentoring downypaw
  ❥ somewhat difficult to befriend; wary but kind
  ❥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ❥ all opinions are ic

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