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[Frightpaw]

*+:｡.｡ "It's warmer here, " Frightkit observed, grinning ear to ear as she takes a step outside of the nursery. Sleeping within it's sheltered walls wasn't anything unique as the Windclan nursery was one of the only structures that avoided the starry sky. But her nursery had been built out of sedge and heather - this was much different. Reaching out a paw, she brushes it against the tightly woven willow branches and reeds, admiring the careful construction. It seemed the whole territory was built like this - with trees and leaves twisting together above their heads like a blanket of emeralds, blocking the sun as easily as the smoke had. Yet somehow, despite the sun having less room to filter through, the heat remained. Perhaps because the breeze could not reach them?

Sitting back, Frightkit swiveled her ears about, before turning her head towards the rushing sound of moving water. Following the sound, she skirted behind the nursery, eyes wide as she spotted the river rushing past her paws. "and also much noisier " Frightkit giggles, reaching out a paw again to touch the water.

*+:｡.｡ Updated 1/11/23

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  " Speech "
  
  
  GENERAL:
  ☾ Frightkit
  ☾ DFAB— She/Her — Unsure
  ☾ 2 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ☾ Windclan Kit
  ☾ Sister to Deathkit, Witherkit, Grasskit, Whitekit and Midnightkit
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☾Physically very easy | mentally very easy
  ☾ Attack in bold #1b1e21
  injuries: None

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[ferretpaw]

"Too noisy," Ferretkit grunts. Unlike Frightkit, her sleep was troubled, and most of her night was spent twisting and turning. The woven nests were not the same was WindClan's. The noise of the river was a lot more ear-grating than that of the wind. The air felt humid, and stars - "It stinks here!"

Ferretkit was old enough to understand why they had to leave. She knew of the fire and its dangers; the smoke had filled her lungs far more than was healthy. There was no denying that they felt more clear across the gorge. But that didn't mean she was cozying up to RiverClan's makeshift camp. More than anything, she wanted to go back home.

Frightkit's curiosity of the water had her rolling her eyes. This kid did nothing but talk, and with all the other commotion going on at the same time, it was becoming all too overwhelming. Enough to make her wanna be mean. "Getting comfortable, huh? You like this place that much?" Ferretkit taunts. It was a sudden change in demeaner, but nothing that couldn't be expected of her nowadays. "Well, I'm going home to the moors soon. Where it's cooler." She couldn't fathom how Frightkit could be so happy getting kicked out of their home.
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♡ — OUT OF CHARACTER ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ CHARACTER INFORMATION — ♡

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  FERRETKIT
  ━━ KIT of WINDCLAN | 5 MOONS ,, ages every 31st
  ━━ NPC xx NPC | SIBLING to gorsekit
  ━━ MATE to none | PARENT to none
  ━━ MENTOR to none | MENTORED by none​

 

[Lakepaw.]

[ ༻ ❊ ༺ ] He didn't like it here, not one bit. The idea of being so close to a river made his skin crawl and yet Frightkit seemed so excited over it. The first time they were out of camp and it was due to their home being burned down. Ears swerved a bit before looking over at the younger molly with a soft look in his gaze, ignoring Ferretkit's harsh words. "Its only temporary Fry, we'll go home soon enough and...yea it's very noisy" he forced himself to stay calm watching as Frightkit began to mess with the water, shifting a bit closer to the drier bits of land.

"I cannot wait to return to the moors" he breathed, though he did enjoy the makeshift nests they had, thinking of snagging some of the materials here to line his own nest once they were able to return. His tail flicking a bit before angling his head to Ferretkit "Go on then Ferretkit, go back to the moors, it still burning but I'm sure you'll be fine" he stated coolly. This was all frustrating indeed but, there wasn't much they could do but wait it out.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── Somewhere beyond the broken lullabies ──┐‎

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  Lakekit ❊ AMAB, He/Him, Kit of Windclan, 5 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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[Brackenpaw]

It was miserable here, at least to Brackenkit. They loathed the weird smell this clan had, they despised the other warriors around. At least with Windclan's warriors they understood what they stood for, knew the kits names, Windclan’s warriors didn’t look at them like some of Riverclan's did. Admitting this even inwardly made Bracken wish that she had been thrown into the flames that ate her home but… She missed those stupid warriors. They missed their home, they were willing to even be nice to any adult that they came across when they came home for like… a day!! Maybe even two!!

Reluctantly, the calico had to admit that the one positive here was the water, Brackenkit was fascinated by the infamous river that surrounded Riverclan. They perched to sit next to Frightkit, batting experimentally at the river in front of her; they did think that it was pretty cool that Riverclanners got to be around this all the time. “Yeah, too noisy. You’re not helping with that” She muttered with a scoff, they just needed to bide their time here for a little longer. Windclan would be fixed soon right? They could go home soon. Surely.

Continuing her water experiment she cupped her paw when batting at the river next, to try and lightly spray Frightkit’s front leg that was closer to the water with some droplets. “It does stink” she agreed with Ferretkit, smothering that hostility that she usually would just channel to someone actually deserving it. Listening to Lakekit with a sigh her tail flicked, turning her head away from the water. “Can we not.” She spat out bluntly. While there was a great enjoyment for Brackenkit to watch Lakekit unleash that cool little devil of annoyance or pettiness that he sometime carried, this was not the place for it.

“This sucks. I hate it, you hate it, we all hate it. But we can’t let Riverclan” she spat the name out through tiny gritted teeth. “Best us. We’re friends are we not? If not then pretend we are while we’re here. Fighting is just going to make us look dumb.” With that they turned their attention back to the river, trying to figure out what she could do next in her efforts to understand this turbulent water surrounding them. "I miss the moors too" she confessed softly, brutish and tense exterior melting into a soft vulnerability.

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‎‎ ‎┌── Im just a dog ⸙ with no bite ──┐‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

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• BIOGRAPHY
  ✩ they/she, kit of Windclan, five moons (ages on the 22nd)
  ⭃ Speech, thoughts, attacking
  ⭃ a lithe and fragile looking calico that looks like they still need to grow into her ears
  ⭃ easy to befriend other kits, gradually harder to befriend every rank after that
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Juice ↛ @/ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  ⭃ All opinions are IC!! Bracken is a little hater
  

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[Beepaw]

"Cooler? The moors are on fire, mouse-brain." Beekit meows with the barest lilt of their usual purr, attempting to cuff @ferretkit gently across the ears on their way past. Successful or not, they poke their tongue out at the younger kit and skitter out of range, settling down a tail-length away. It's close to Brackenkit and the endless noise of the stream, but hopefully far enough away that they wouldn't be her next victim with the water spray. The tabby shuffles their white-toed paws under them in a comfortable loaf, quieter than they've ever been for a short time.

"I miss home." They sigh. Ferretkit has a point: it's noisy here, and the humidity makes Beekit feel like their pelt is standing on end at all times. They've never been meticulously overgroomed, but they feel like they'll need to be just so that they keep up with everything. And it's stinky like fish (but not as bad now as it was when they arrived). A flicker of mischief crosses their features. "You think there'll be more bugs to play with when we get back?"​

 

[Grasspaw]

𓆝 . ° ✦ The cleaner air had finally given Grasskit a chance to start recovering. He laid near his friends and siblings, still weak but grateful to just be around. Listening idly by. He lifted his head to rasp, "I don' like the noise either," punctuated with a small cough. He wasn't even gonna touch Ferretkit's temper. He knew better than that by now. He saw flashes of the burning, the smoke, the devastation of their home. "s'not really gonna be the same," he mumbled. Their home wouldn't be right for a long time he feared.

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ooc Information

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  NAME — HE/HIM ･ 3 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 was old enough to know, why they had to leave, but he's still grumpy over it. The air was clear here and he wasn't coughing as much as before, that was good. But he still wanted to go back home. But that doesn't mean he's cozying up in Riverclan's strange territory.

It was the first time out of camp, he was excited but was conflicted about it too. Dark-dusted ears swerved towards Frightkit's excited squeals about water and ignored Ferretkit's very mean words. He peels himself from his spot, moving next to Frightkit and peering down towards the water. "I think it's pretty here.. a little bit. The water here is cool. I quite like it, but I still miss our home."

He dips his forepaws into the water, he flinches at the cold but slowly got used to it. He could admit that he was fascinated by Riverclan's famous water.

He scrunched his nose up, hearing Ferretkit taunts at going back to the burning moorlands. He turns his head to the side, blankly staring at his denmate. "Going back to the burning moors? You're speaking crazy talk Ferretkit. Who would go back there? While it's still burning." He stated towards his denmate with a raised brow.

He moves his paws under the water with a quiet hum. The young black smoke bats at the water, accidentally spraying the front of himself with water. Ack! He lifts his now dripping head, away from the water shaking himself free from the wetness. Getting some water droplets on Frightkit, his tail curling itself around his frame.

"It doesn't stink too badly. I do haaate that we had to leave the moors..." He turns his head to Brackenkit, agreeing with his denmate. He lets his head fall on his forearms, laying on them as he lets his paws cool in the water. He lets himself let out a yawn, as he settles his head down to get comfortable to take a nap. Talking too muuuuch, time for a nap.

BETWEEN DREAMS ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 SLUMBER PARTIES

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• no ref yet </3
• ( NO WAY! REALLY?! ) ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ SHEEPKIT.
  ✶ amab ; HE / HIM ; 5 MOONS & AGES EVERY 26TH.
  ✶ kitten of windclan | clanborn
  ✶ undecided / single / not looking / open to puppy-crushes
  ✶ a longhaired black smoke with high white with blue eyes
  ✶ thoughts ; "Speech, 8E7F7F" ; attacks only
  ✶ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✶ smells like early morning dew & windblown heather
  — all opinions are ic
  
  → biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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[Puddlepaw.]

I WANT TO BELONG
LIKE THE BIRDS IN THE TREES ​

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puddlekit & 02 moons & demi-girl & she/they & windclan kit ​

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Upon their arrival into this strange new camp - that wasn't really a camp at all - Puddlekit is quick to insert herself into lakekits side, clinging tight to her brother and refusing to leave. While the strangeness of this new place is certainly interesting, the anxiety of the whole affair has left her feeling uneasy. From a stranger picking her up in their jaws, to being thrust so far from everything she has ever known, there is very little that she can take comfort in other than her family.

Still, she doesn't remain quite for long - piping up from where she's made her older sibling into her second skin. " Yeah - the water is going 'whoosh' " she echoes - not that she finds the loudness bothersome like the rest do - no, she finds it utterly fascinating. Eyes flicker from the current to Brackenkit, eyes widening as she nods seriously. " You always look dumb though, with y'know " paw waves absently at her friends big ears, though really she's hardly one to talk, with half her face the wrong color and her eyes mismatched. Still, it's not like Puddlekit means to be mean. The girl decides to zone out then, letting the rest of the conversation fall upon deaf ears as she stars at the river - eyes nearly unblinking in her focus, tail tap-tap-tapping away as she thinks.

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