camp ON X-GAMES MODE -`♡´- KIT PATROL!!

[snowkit]

-`♡´- "THE LIFE OF A WARRIOR-" Snowkit's voice projects clearly over the gathered crowd consisting of game-makers and their brave competitors, "-is not an easy one. It is one that requires STRENGTH!" She turns to face Moonbeam's patients more squarely, with a look of determination painted on his face. "When you leave this den, you will face many... many challenges. And it is our job today to prepare you for them... Let us begin."

He looked out to the obstacle course all of the kittens worked so hard to put together, "As a warrior, you will have to have the dexterity to leap over boulders!" He waved at the measly pile of hastily-gathered stones he'd put together. In his excitement, there may have been some corners cut in the realm of quality-assurance. That didn't matter, though. Her dark gaze swept across the plain of camp, staring at strange amalgamations made by his young denmates. "And... other stuff as well...!" He said finally. He couldn't figure out what the other obstacles were supposed to be... She looked around at the other younglings, hoping someone would jump in to help. In the meantime...

"But first! A warrior's most awesomest assets are their teeth! And their claws!" Snowkit hastily grabbed some willow leaves nearby, and scooted them toward Robinheart and Cicadaflight, "Your first challenge is to rip all these leaves apart with your claws and teeth. Uhm, yeah!"

IM NO TEENAGE ICON -`♡´- IM NO FRANKIE AVALON

• OOC: @robinheart @CICADAFLIGHT @Graykit @Redkit @rivuletkit @ALGAEKIT @Pinekit ⭒ @CRAGKIT @CRABKIT @Roekit @Foxkit
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  — snowkit, kitten of riverclan!
  — he/him & she/her. OK w gendered terms! 5 moons old!
  — lilybloom x lakemoon. graykit's littermate !
  — a fluffy blue tortie w white & warm brown eyes
  — an assertive, precocious kitten with a big imagination
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — fullbody by jay, funnyguy by pin
  — penned by eezy

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[CRABPAW]

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 Ever-eager and excited for his assignment, the ivory-patched tomkit bounces around from place to place as he sets up his obstacle for the warriors. He’s super happy to have been given a task to do, especially since he’s basically an apprentice already, and he likes all the other kits. He wiggles in place as he waits for the pale calico to finish her explanation of her own obstacles, impatience and interest warring within him. He likes the willow leaf tipping idea that the other kit had come up with, but he isn’t sure how effective it will be for Cicadaflight especially. The big, strong tom is gonna tear through them in like, two heartbeats!

When Snowkit is finished explaining her part, he takes that as his cue to start talking about his. "Look at this!" His announcement doesn’t sound as cool as Snowkit’s, but what he lacks in coolness he makes up for in fun-ness. He gestures to his part of the obstacle course, white-webbed tail flickering about happily. A series of woven loops of reed lie scattered across a section of the camp’s clearing, their loops just barely wide enough to fit Crabkit’s head through. They’re a bit fragile, and the loops are likely to break apart at any moment, but Crabkit had asked one of the elders for advice and had done his best with the time he had. It’s not like Snowkit’s pile of rocks looks any better, he reasons.

Dropping into a poor excuse for a hunter’s crouch, Crabkit creeps toward one of the loops and taps it with a paw, and then he mimes getting his paw caught in it. "Scary traps! And… dogs! Woof, woof! Grrrr… Oh, no! There’s a kit, and there’s a dog trying to catch them!" In his head, the scene is set perfectly—one of the other kits, standing on the other side of the obstacles he’s set up, with a growling, barking Crabkit on the other side. He tries to look big and tough, scary, but he’s Crabkit, and he’s not especially scary or strong, so maybe it doesn’t work at all. But it’s the thought that counts, right?

Suddenly serious and sharp-eyed, Crabkit looks to Robinheart. A broken leg means that she’ll be the weaker one here, he thinks. Hopefully her motherly instincts will kick in when she sees the kit, and she’ll become super strong or something like that. Maybe she’ll even spontaneously heal herself. "As a warrior, you have to get past the traps and save the kit before they get eaten." His tone is flat and unempathetic. If she can’t save one kit, then what kind of warrior is she? The kind that should stay in Moonbeam’s den, that’s what kind.

˚𓆛˚｡ the river will take me

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  CRABKIT ❯❯ he/him, kit of riverclan
  𓆟 ginger and cream tabby with rippling white spotting and mossy green eyes. highly emotional and difficult to keep focused on one subject.
  𓆟 son of iciclefang ; brother to cragkit & pinekit
  𓆟 peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  𓆟 penned by foxlore

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[Pinepaw ⭒]

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- Snowkit’s voice is piercing, but Pinekit forces herself to listen quietly. Her cousin was nothing if not a show master, where he learned his dramatics from Pinekit hadn’t a clue. Between the two frosty mollys that raised her and Graykit, you wouldn’t think it possible for someone to yap so often. Still, Snowkit was her kin, and more often than not a great source of entertainment. Like here and now. Pupils trail the bundle of leaves Snowkit gathers, and she gives her denmate a questionable quirk of her brow. Ripping apart leaves was more of an activity for Redkit and Roekit, not two recovering warriors. Crabkit’s portion of the course was at least creative, even if a little rickety. Pinekit could be harsh in her criticisms of her tawny-furred brother, but he was certainly innovative.
As Crabkit wraps up his demonstration, his last comment earns a quick dubious look from the tortoiseshell. Pinekit stands next to present, and the near-grown kit steps to the side to reveal her obstacle; four shallow holes filled to the brim with shining, slickened pebbles lie in a slightly crooked square, with one side set higher than the other. on either side of her project, cattails line a narrow outline out, a pathway is made. “A good RiverClanner should know how to traverse through any terrain.” Pinekit begins, gesturing to the thin layer of algae that covered most of the damp pebbles, giving them an extra slippery effect. “You need to walk down the entire path without falling on your face. That’s it!” Giving the two recovering warriors a grin, Pinekit cannot wait to see how this unfolds.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── AND I BEG TO BE TESTED ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ BY GODDESSES RESTING ──┐‎

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  PINEKIT ✩ she/her, kit of riverclan, 5 moons.
  ⭃ plush-furred tortoiseshell she-kit with white dipped forepaws, tail tip, and muzzle and round, honey hued optics.
  ⭃ daughter of Iciclefang && Stormywing ࿏ sister to Cragkit && Crabkit
  ⭃ 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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[ALGAEKIT]

Quiet flurry of motes and speckes listened intently to Snowkit's war-cry, as she regaled the kittens of all the things that a warrior should be able to do, like he himself would soon transform from a mousy creature to a gallant beast. Strength, dexterity, teeth (and claws, but he hadn't paid attention past that part). Algaekit's tongue ran along the uneven ridges of whitish molars and canines, reveling in the gifts she had been given, all to use towards warriorhood. Algaekit's own expression remained strangely still in its bliss, as though the repose of kithood had allayed any sort of tension that would have beguiled her otherwise. Despite the challenges he had to face, he cared not of the consequences of failure. He glanced towards Crabkit and Pinekit, the older kits offering their own trials. Golden eyes peered downwards at the multitudes of foliage that lie at his feet, gentle flutters singing a silent song of the trees they had fallen short of. My teeth... Immediately did he begin to eat the leaves on the ground, cracking them between his fangs. He glanced towards his mother and Snowkit for approval, with wide gaze aflame with the undiluted light of curiosity.
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[robinheart]

Robinheart must commend Hazecloud for her ingenious idea to put the kits to work assembling an obstacle course for herself and Cicadaflight. It certainly kept little paws busy - evidenced by the various obstacles crafted by the residents of the nursery. For many of the kits this would be their final hoorah before becoming apprentices. Certainly a fun way to end their time as carefree kits!

The tortoiseshell queen sits awkwardly beside her medicine denmate, citrine eyes glancing at the scarred bicolored tom every so often. She has no doubts he’ll do well completing each task laid before them - save for biting and tearing the willow leaves perhaps. Hopefully his maw has healed enough for that. Robinheart feels that may be the only task she excels at. Each one following requires dexterous movement - something her mending hind leg lacks.

That and the horror of Crabkit’s obstacle.

The queen hides the way her mouth dries and heart hammers as the fiery tom requires the duo to avoid traps and rescue a kit from an attacking dog (it’s all pretend she reminds herself). But the way he looks at her. The words he speaks. There’s no hiding the discomfort prickling her hackles and the speed in which she averts her gaze.

He’s a child. He doesn’t know any better.

She barely hears Pinekit’s instructions. The little tortie’s voice barely louder than the panic of her own mind. The memories of chest rattling baying, Rivuletkit’s cries, the pained scream ripped from her own lungs. This obstacle course should have been a fun way to get her back on track but it’s slowly dissolving into the nightmare she has relived time and time again in the fitful sleeps following her injury.

The crunch of foliage draws her back to the present. Wide eyes glance downward and are met with twin suns seeking her approval. “L-Look at you, my little warrior!” Robinheart stammers with a faint smile dedicated to Algaekit - her heart rate already beginning to steady and raised fur starting to flatten. “I suppose I should start too. We can’t let Cicadaflight win, right?” She adds with a flick of her tail aimed at the son of Cicadastar and Smokestar’s flank; a teasing show of goodwill and sportsmanship. With that Robinheart pulls a pawful of willow leaves closer and begins to shred one after the other with her claws and teeth, making sure to not go too fast so that Algaekit could keep pace and learn from his mother.​

[ penned by kerms ]​