camp mister no-name kid // intro.

[✧ Marmotbite.]

I ACT LIKE I DON'T F*CKING CARE​

marmotkit | 1.5 months | female | she/her | physically easy | mentally medium | attack in bold #9ab973​

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This place is strange. The cats here are strange. She doesn't like it.

She doesn't much remember what had happened. Trauma and repression and amnesia or something like that. She hadn't really listened to the strange tom in the den full of herbs - she'd been focused on other, more important matters. Like figuring out what to do. The strange cats had asked for a name - she'd told them she'd never had one. Her family hadn't prioritized such matters - her mm was 'mother', her sibling 'brother' or 'boy' depending on who asked. She'd been given one - Marmotkit - and her protests against such a title had gone ignored.

With a quiet huff and a stomp she emerges from the den. The sun in blinding and the wind has her soft fur fluffing up against the chill of the air. She holds back a shiver, teeth grit in annoyance, and mismatched gaze flits about her surroundings. There's so many of them. She doesn't like it. Finally her gaze settles on the thing that interests her the most - food. With determination fueled by pure spite she pads over and sinks her teeth into the nearest item. The rabbit is larger than her, and even having lost weight from the cold it certainly weighs more than her. Tug after tug only serves to tumble it a mere few inches, and a growl rises from her throat unbidden. She's hungry damn it!

 

[Dandelionwish]

"Now ain't that a mite too big fer ye, lil missy?"
Dandelionwish was rather fond of kits, he enjoyed watching them wriggle about and get into mischief and Perwinklekit had been pleasant company in the den despite the fact he kept feeding the child the worst bitter leaves you could imagine; he was surprised he wasn't despised for it being honest.
He had watched the new kitten go waddling to the pile and attack a rabbit, his expression amused as she pulled on it viciously and with little consideration for the obvious size difference and the much smaller and easier food she could get to around it. Single-track mind and eyes as big as kibble bowls that one; kits often tried to bite off more than they could chew and in this case it was quite literal.
The medicine cat ambled over, pausing to glance down and considered his options. She was real fixated on that rabbit so he wasn't sure she'd appreciate being offered anything else. He hadn't eaten yet today though so a lesson in stomaching things proportional to yourself was in order.
"Mind if I share with ye? Ye can eat all ye want first and ah'll take what's left? Ah can carry it on over to the nursery so we can sit if ye want?"
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[POLLENFUR]

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮​

Pollenfur watches the interaction with a hint of warmth creasing her features. She's not a mother, had never been a queen, but seeing Dandelionwish's gentleness with Marmotkit is bringing back memories of his mentor. How sweet Honeytwist had been with her own kits when they were small, how loving she'd been towards the youth of the Clan.

She pads next to the little scrap, fiercely tugging at a hare double her size, and blinks half-lidded golden eyes at her. "That sounds like a good idea. I'm sure the other kits might appreciate a bite off of it, too." She looks at the medicine cat, her smile small and warm. She wants to tell him that for a moment when she'd been looking at him, she'd seen a tall cinnamon tabby with mismatched eyes, but he likely wouldn't appreciate such a comment.

Pollenfur isn't sure she can blame him.

- ,,​

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[Bristlekit]

DON'T MAKE ME BE THE BAD GUY​

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Even Bristlekit knew better than to try and eat a whole rabbit, those things were the size of fully grown warriors, and several times larger than the lurking little tabby himself. It was almost irritating, how a prey item could probably crush him to death, if it chose to do so. Luckily, rabbits didn't seem so keen on invading camp and snatching kittens, though Bristlekit might argue that if they did, they'd probably be justified in doing so. Quite frankly, a war with rabbits sounded as amusing as it did terrifying.

Regardless of his humorous imagination, the muddy hued tom does prance over to the other kitten. He thinks she's younger than him, and she smells a bit funny, but Bristlekit's not the best judge of age or character. He only knows that he's bigger than her, and that he hadn't seen her around before. Where was her mother? Who was her mother? Like all kits, he is perhaps overly curious of the girl, and this was on blatant display when he shoved his muzzle toward her for a pointed sniff. She didn't smell like any WindClan cat he knew.

"I'm Bristlekit." The striped tom meowed boldly. He hadn't decided how he felt about his new den-mate just yet, but he supposed that it would be nice to have someone to wrestle with. "And I'm gunna be an apprentice soon." He went on pridefully, "Then I'll be the one catching all the rabbits." And no doubt, those hares would learn to fear his cotton white paws! For now, though, he sets his eyes on the rabbit that was already dead, soon to be eaten. Maybe he could eat some of it too?​

 

[✧ Marmotbite.]

I ACT LIKE I DON'T F*CKING CARE​

marmotkit | 1.5 months | female | she/her | physically easy | mentally medium | attack in bold #9ab973​

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Jumping into the air in surprise, marmot can only glare for a moment, fur fluffed up as a startle hiss slips past her lips. Its tat herb-cat again. When her mind finally processes who exactly she's looking at, she starts to relax - a wince gracing her pale face as she feels the burn and stretch of still healing wounds. "I saw it first" she snaps irritably - it's not her fault these cats just leave perfectly good prey laying about. At the toms offer, she has to glance contemplating at the creature - it really is a bit to large for her to manage on her own. With a huff and a stomp she gives in, mismatched gaze narrowed. "Fine. But I get the best bits;" she says matter-of-factly.

Determined gaze is turned upon pollenfur when the molly speaks - and she decides she very much dislikes that idea. She doesn't want to share with other kits - she doesn't know them, who knows where their nasty paws and jaws have been! They could've been eating crowfood or rolling about the muck for all she knows! Before she can say exactly that, her train of thought is interrupted by the appearance of yet another cat. This one seems to be another kid at least, and with mouth still parted and gaping like a fish she stares at him as he speaks. He's going to be catching rabbits soon? She snaps her jaws shut with an audible click of gnashing teeth, her curiosity in full display.

"I'm marmotkit i guess," the words are awkward on her tongue - having a name is still strange - and she tips her head to the side. "Are you really gonna' catch those things? But you're so small," she says. She doesn't care that she herself is even smaller. She just cant see how someone so small could catch something the size of a full grown cat. Or sometimes bigger if she remembers correctly.