camp KIND IMPRESSIONS | kittypet toy

Oct 16, 2023
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Today's hunting patrols were not as fruitful as yesterday's. Tigerscar can't say he's surprised, with all the rogues lurking about, challenging clans and stealing food. He's already gotten into a scrap with one of them, and now the fur of his shoulder is stained with blood. Of course, the brute of a Daylight Warrior hadn't bothered to check in with Dawnglare. Not with those Yellowcough patients hanging around! Tigerscar would rather take his chances with letting the scratches heal on their own. Besides, he was far better off than many in SkyClan.

While some starved, struggling to maintain the health of two clans at once, he was still plump and muscular, content to devour all the kibble and canned tuna that his family provided him. Some nights he slept in camp, if only to remain vigilant against the rogue threat, but he always returned to his twoleg caretakers when he got hungry enough, regardless of the fact that he had requested a true Warrior's name from Blazestar.

Despite today's troubles, Tigerscar returns to camp in a chipper mood, his muzzle wrapped in a grin, a small, sparkly ball hanging from his mouth. After two failed hunts, a skirmish with a rogue, and an exhausting border patrol, the Daylight Warrior had treated himself with a trip back to his owners for food and affection. But, in a stroke of good will, albeit fueled by pridefulness, he had not returned to SkyClan's camp empty-pawed! No, he had just the thing to cheer up the dreary moods of displaced kits.

Once within the walls of SkyClan's camp, he drops the soft, fuzzy toy against the dirt and offers a toothy grin to any who looked his way, "Now now, don't all get up and cheer at once." He purrs humorously, "I've brought a little gift for the kits. It's like a moss-ball!" Tigerscar explains. Oh, the clan must surely see him in a heroic and fond light! They must think him compassionate and fatherly! Surely they would praise his glory in return? The huge maine coon finds a patch of sunlight nearby, and promptly flops down for a rest, licking at his bloodied shoulder as a purr resonates throughout his broad chest.

(here's what the toy is. just one of those soft little cat toy balls that don't make noise. very colorful though.)
 
The shine of the ball was a spell placed upon the tiny she-kit like a siren song, casting her adrift.

Climbing out of a puddle of kittens napping, she eagerly raced over to the massive kittypet. Ignoring the fact he was a complete stranger and awfully different from her usual family dynamic. The tom also smelled of weird things and spoke strangely. Oddly enough, it bemused the usually aloof kit and captivated her moonlit eyes.

Nodding along silently, she nearly fell over as the moss-ball-thing dropped to the dirt. Bumblekit stared right through it as her feathery tail fluffed twice its normal size. Shaking with adrenaline, she aimed her tiny paw to swat it, hoping to watch the sun sparkle off its little bits.

A squeal of delight erupted from her chest, and she bounced into place. Misshapen coat appearing softer than ever as she gave in to the joy of play.
 

disturbed by bumblekit's prompt exit from the heap of tired kittens, carawaykit groans tiredly. why couldn't they just all rest? it was always something that stirred them. the tabby stood and trailed out after a feathery onyx tail, notably less exuberantly than her littermate.

by the time her eyes had adjusted to the bright sun, bumblekit was batting at something. she moved around, green gaze narrowed onto the object. what on earth was that thing? as brightly colored as a flower with a hundred tiny, sparkly arms. she didn't know whether to look at it in terror or awe. carawaykit marched right up to the hulking tomcat who had brought it, brows tilted in an accusatory fashion.

"excuse me! where did you get that? i have never seen a rock like that, does skyclan have more? are you hiding them from me?" she interrogated tigerscar relentlessly, banded tail lashing in anticipation.




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  • CARAWAYKIT she/her, kit of riverclan, three moons
    carawaykit is a pretty longhaired silver tabby kitten with green eyes and a lithe frame. born into riverclan, she loves her home and has a deep fascination with becoming a warrior to provide for it. a highly spirited and adventurous kitten, she enjoys playing games and pushing boundaries.
    willowroot x poppysplash ↛ sister to bumblekit, tidekit, mosspaw, hazepaw, antlerpaw, and buckpaw
    peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
    penned by vayle@vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

The concept made sense, given that they'd taken in such an influx of cats- but this, this was ridiculous. Everywhere he went felt crowded, even when he was alone- and there was very little going off alone anymore, now that they knew what the rogues were capable of. Every second of his life was spent on edge normally, and now there was actually something tangible to be worried about? Oh, he'd go white from the shock of it all.

Now and then he caught his eyes roaming, searching for something subconscious. It was Quillstrike, probably- gnawing codependence that he felt idiotic for having, but could acknowledge all the same. Instead of his mate, though, his eyes landed upon Tigerscar. The burst of clashing colours at his paw was quite the contrast to his towering appearance, something that'd be a scary sight for any kit (or maybe it would have just been Twitchkit) if not for the trinket at his feet. Twoleg trinkets weren't Twitchbolt's favourite thing, despite what the other Clans might think. He'd been surrounded by them in the Shelter- they'd sat there, watched him throw himself against those bars and bruise the flesh beneath his matted fur.

Apprehensively, he padded over, sparing a cursory glance over his shoulder. The Riverclanners probably wouldn't like this, would they? Spreading kittypet-disease to their kittens, no doubt... in truth, Twitchbolt almost agreed with them. This wasn't a Twoleg nest, it was the wild- but his fear of judgement, his reservations, they all softened at the sight of the kittens. Gleeful despite their rejection from their home, their missing leader. "Good distraction..." he croaked weakly, not putting much effort into making his words sound optimistic. His tone was hushed so only the daylight warrior could hear- he didn't want to spoil anyone's fun. To be so young and unafraid...
penned by pin ✧
 
it's not my fault i have my father's eyes .
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He stared at the familiar toy that his mama’s twolegs gave them to play with before she took them away for the rest of their kitten hood. He couldn’t recall a memory that wasn’t shrouded in some kind of misery, well-hidden, but there. He wasn’t all that aware then, but now he wondered if it was all worth it. He blinked shaking his helm, stepping forward to watch the sparkly ball Tigerscar had brought, nudging it towards Bumblekit before it rolled too far.

He glanced at the older warriors, watching them with a blank expression before pivoting, watching the kits with a twitch of his tail. He wondered if he should answer Caraway’s question, but thought better, letting the bulky warrior do the talking.
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"I haven't seen one of these in moons!" Apricotflower purrs as she pads over, her ears pricked and golden eyes tracking the sparkly moss-ball as Bumblekit bats it towards a SkyClan apprentice. She takes a place nearby the hefty brown tabby (Tiger ... something? So many new names ...), and her tail curls daintily around nicked paws as she watches. StarClan, this takes her back ... Applefrost had loved them, if she remembers correctly. Apricotflower herself remembers a fondness for something soft shaped like prey. Really the only thing I ever caught, she muses dryly, though a small noise of amusement escapes her at the thought.

"Woah there, Carawaykit." She purrs, shooting an apologetic look to the daylight warrior. Twitchbolt has appeared in the interim, though the queen had been so focused on Carawaykit that she'd completely missed any semblance of his words (not that she'd be able to hear them anyway, quiet as he'd been). "One question at a time, kiddo."
 
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Ah. The first kit approaches his gift, squeals in delight. The second is not so quick to trust, she stands boldly against him, probing with youthful questions. Tigerscar's flaming eye flickers between the two as a deep chested chuckle shakes his figure, making his whiskers quiver. All expressions of amusement. Before he can reply, others draw near. Twitchbolt offers words of hushed encouragement, and the Daylight Warrior beams at the praise, despite it's lack of strength. Littlepaw bats the toy back toward one of the RiverClan kits, and Apricotflower, a queen, approaches with vocal recognition. Oh? He had not realized RiverClan would harbor former kittypets. Tigerscar had always thought SkyClan was alone in their acceptance of his kind.

"It's alright." He purrs humorously, vision flickering back toward Carawaykit at last. "They are a rare toy indeed. Not a rock, but something special." Tigerscar responds cheerily. Of course, he's not actually sure what the toys are made out of. It certainly wasn't stone. "So special, in fact, that only SkyClan's Daylight Warriors know how to find them." He winks, not quite denying the idea that he had more hidden somewhere. He most certainly did, just not in SkyClan's camp...
 
₊· ͟͟͞͞➳˚ The sight of something sparkly in the sun catches her attention and she notices Bumblekit break away from her littermates to investigate what it is and her ears perk up, she wonders what it is and her own questions are voiced by Carawaykit even if she didn't believe the odd object to be stone. It reminds her of a moss ball and she recalls the collection she had when she lived and slept within the willow den with her fathers. How she always tried to get Cicadapaw and Starlightpaw to play with her, sometimes, if they hadn't wanted to then she chose to fling around the moss ball on her own deciding to pretend it was prey or something more special and unique than what she truly had. She would've kept her distance but it seemed a few of her clanmates were present so she hesitantly approaches.

Her eyes turning to Tigerscar as she asks rather innocently "Do you have more of these... Toys?" She watches Littlepaw from the corner of her eye batting the odd sparkly back to Bumblekit, a part of her simply wishing to forget all the bad happening around them and simply wishing for simpler times. Her jaw tightening in the slightest at the thought and pushes it away as she curls her tail around her paws.

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    ❥ 4 moons old
    ❥ riverclan apprentice
    ❥ sexuality unknown; single
    ❥ daughter of cicadastar and smokethroat
    ❥ sister of cicadapaw & starlightpaw
    "speech", thoughts, attacking
    ❥ easy; still learning how to fight
    ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed