camp LOVE, LOVE, LOVE ❀ intro & late night chatter

[Morningcloud]

.·:*¨༺ ❀ ༻¨*:·. The air is still warm when cerulean fades into a milky indigo, but the breeze that ripples through peach-hued fur is left untouched by the blazing sun, and it feels refreshing.
She is one of the last few warriors still left out in the clearing, propped upon a stump. The warriors she shares this sweet green-leaf evening with are good company, letting conversation dissolve into gentle laughter before pulling it back to dialogue. “Say what you will, but I have better balance than the lot of you could ever dream of!” Her tone does not match the braggish swish of her berry-kissed forepaw, it is light and laced with a soft giggle. How the topic of her kittypet heritage came about was a mystery, perhaps they had been discussing the recent ignorance of a select few of Thunderclan’s older apprentices, and perhaps that had strayed to something much more pleasant. Morningcloud throws her head over her shoulder to the cat sitting next to her, a mischievous smile plastered on a profound jaw. “Well? What do you think of the madness?” The hum still hold remnants of her laughter, having no doubt that the majority of the warriors gathered around Morningcloud tonight wouldn’t be foolish enough to hold her beneath them, like some might.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── THE MORE I SEE ⋅ ✰ ⋅ THE LESS I KNOW ──┐‎

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  MORNINGCLOUD ❀ she/her, warrior of thunderclan, 25 moons.
  ⭃ large, fluffy peach-toned Maine coon mix with citrus-yellow eyes.
  ⭃ mentoring N/A
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[PLOVERHOP ★]

࿔*:･ﾟ༄　The sky bleeds blue-black in the setting sun, and Ploverhop enjoys a rare moment of stillness. They rest upon the edge of the stump with fluffy forepaws dangling off, drinking in the company of the gathered cats. A hearty hah! is offered to Morningcloud's good-natured bragging, their smile coming easy. "Sure do, " they chirp, a chorus response without much weight behind it. They suppose their own balance certainly leaves something to be desired; they've never much been one for grace.

Their ears perk at the acknowledgement of the other molly. They've been at the center of plenty of the madness going on lately; their grin crooks into something amusedly rueful. "Keeps things exciting around here, heh! Seems like there's always some drama or another," they laugh, gesturing with one broad paw out toward camp, as of to indicate the presence of such excitement. Then, an overlong sigh, pulling back from their mirth for a moment. "Dunno what's got into these kids, though. Swear it wasn't this bad growing up." The apprentices have been vicious. Was it always like this? They've always faced plenty of judgement, but... The look in the eyes of the clan's youth almost scares them, some days.

‎‎┌── PUT DOWN YOUR SWORD AND CROWN ༊ COME LAY WITH ME ON THE GROUND ──┐‎

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  PLOVERHOP ༊ they / them, warrior of thunderclan, twenty moons.
  ➳ a large, black-striped lilac cat with vivid golden-orange eyes.
  ➳ bright and bouncy with a penchant for mischief. rarely seen without a smile.
  ➳ npc x npc; former kittypet.
  ➳ 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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[beetlepaw]

Beetlekit was not asleep when he needed to be. Green eyes were wide, staring up at a nearly cloudless sky as the sun disappeared and the stars, oh the stars, came to fruition. Ears twitched briefly, vision casting to that of some of the late-bird warriors. Roeflame was sure to retrieve him soon, but with a backwards glance to the nursery he was heading towards the warriors. Already, Beetlekit had begun to grow bigger. He was five moons today- he had been counting- and his legs were longer, his ears no longer too big.

But man, the mane of fur he was starting to wear was annoying, especially in this heat. He'd have to yell at his dad for having to inherit it in a bit, but for right now, eyes shifted between Ploverhop and Morningcloud once he had arrived. "Do you mean the apprentices?" Beetlekit asked, not so innocently. Ears twitched again as he spoke. "They have been super mean lately. Can't you guys just... tell them to shut up?" He said, sitting down with a 'plomp', looking like he might challenge a bold apprentice.

—————---***I DON'T START FIGHTS BUT***————---​

✧ I'LL HANDLE YOU JUST FINE

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• — LH black smoke with green eyes. scruffy looking with a very solid build.
  — 5 moons old; ages the 16th every month
  — tba orient. ; currently not looking
  — child of BURNSTORM and ROEFLAME
  — thunderclan ; loyal to FAMILY
  — medium to befriend ; trusts family mostly, trusts little otherwise
  — "speech", thoughts, attacking
  — peaceful powerplay allowed

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[ORANGEPAW.]

WE WERE PLAYING IN THE SAND​

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one of the greatest things about being naive about people and their intentions, is that orangepaw can find himself finding the good in it all. he doesn't really see the bad and though parts of him can understand sorrow and sadness, he never understands anger. he doesn't want to. he is happy how he is, and though he doesn't feel sad himself, he does hope that his presence helps others feel better! between cheering cats up, and aiming to become a pretty strong protector so thst he can protect his mom like she protects or rather protected him, he has his goals in life set! he doesn't think the other apprentices are mean, but maybe he's just in denial. or too blissfully ignorant about it!

he skips over to the small crowd, grunting as he trips over himself yet again, and plopping to the ground. his tail sways in thought before he pushes himself back up, a wide grin making his eyes squinch shut.

"hi!"

he doesn't have anything to add to the conversation really. he's just too nice to even think about saying something mean. so he instead offers this,

"you do have really good balance! how come? how did you learn to do that? I'm really clumsy and I trip! just like a little big ago! my mom says it's cause I'm a growin' tom!"

or rather she used to. he still has no reason to believe she's dead and he wouldn't any time soon.

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[Flamestar]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Before joining Thunderclan, Flamewhisker hadn't held a very high opinion on kittypets. She couldn't say she still did, but there seemed to be at least a pawful of capable ones. She didn't view her clanmates that were formerly kittypets any different than the rest of her clanmates, but that certainly couldn't be said for some of the clan...mostly the youth. Even being somewhat out of the loop in the nursery, the rumors of some of the apprentice's awful attitudes hadn't escaped her ears. It was concerning to say the least...especially with her own kits due to move into the apprentice's den so soon.

It feels nice to be out without the scorching sun beating down on her thick pelt. She enjoyed greenleaf, but somedays the sun was just unbearable. "It's true, you are a natural." the queen agreed as she lifted a front paw to draw her tongue over it. Her ear flicked as Ploverhop claimed the youth didn't used to be as bad as they were now. It was completely true she believed...she couldn't imagine acting like how their apprentices were when she was their age. But then again, she hadn't been born in the clans. When she was their age, she had been solely focused on just surviving...there hadn't been time for bullying and complaining. Flamewhisker glanced down to Beetlekit, whose mother would probably be looking for him soon. She would need to get back to her own kits here soon too, so if Roeflame doesn't come get him soon, she would bring him back with her. "Their mentors should sort them out." she began, flicking her tail and shifting her gaze to the warrior's den. "And if they don't, Howlingstar and I-...Raccoonstripe will get involved."

A red figure skips over to their group, and she smiles friendly at him as he sits down. Orangepaw was one of their newest apprentices, and it was relieving to see he was still his bubbly self. "Your mother is true...you will grow into your paws soon." He was still a ways from filling out, in the middle of that funky lanky stage. Soon, he would probably grow to be bigger than her!

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• FLAMEWHISKER ✩ she/her, deputy of thunderclan, 32 moons, ages on the 20th
  ⭃ LH red tabby with low white (masks black tabby, carries dilute, solid)
  ⭃ widowed mate to flycatcher / / mother to: falconheart, stormfeather, sparrowpaw, sunkit, mothkit, scorchedkit, and squirrelkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ will start a fight, will finish fights, will kill (case depending)
  ⭃ link to toyhouse
  ⭃ penned by Icey ! ↛ @icefang65 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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