camp Once I saw the aqueducts and statues, I knew what I had to do || crunchy ice

[sloestride]

THIS WEIGHT ON MY NECK MAKES IT HARD TO CONNECT​

All across camp, there were furrows of water, left from hasty paws punching through the mud. That morning however, the cold had claimed the messy obstacles and capped them with frost. Almost untouched, save for the earliest patrol’s tracks, there were pools of crackling ice. Some held leaves aloft, others cobwebbed with muck.

Sloepaw looked as if he had eaten something sour, the thought of trekking across the now brittle clearing considered deeply unpleasant. That was until his first paw slid into a puddle, the noise itching at a satisfaction he didn’t know was there. His pads burned with cold, claws unstretched out of reflex. They met a solid that soon gave way into slush with a crunch.

Crunch, crunch- The apprentice’s forepaws delved into further pods of ice, puncturing them with a crack over and over. In a patently offbeat pace, Sloepaw couldn’t help but indulge himself in the act. He paused only when he realised that he reached the centre of camp, spine akimbo to allow for maximum ice stomping range. Oh crap, he probably looked daft as anything.

Sheepishly, as to save face, he looked towards the nursery. A scrap of black was just visible. "Oi, uh, Prowlingkit? Come see, the ice is fun" He was definitely just setting an example for the kids, yeah. To support his invitation, the tom fished a crystalline wedge from the nearest pool. As the feather-edge shard came loose he lobbed it, sending the ice shattering across the way.

/ @Prowlingkit but no need to wait!
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[WOLFWIND]

"Oi!" she chirps. It's a word she already likes, but she feels wayyy more inclined to use it around Sloepaw. "What's fun? Sounds like your makin' music out here! I mean, shitty music, but still," she tells him, really not meaning any harm. Just a fact that as a song, itd be terrible. All beats an no singin', and the beats that are there don't have any rhyme or reason, so like, okay. Maybe it doesnt sound like a song at all, but he sure is making funny crackling sounds and she likes it.

But then, he's shouting at some kit tosses a chunk of ice- not necessarily at her BUT CLOSE ENOUGH TO TAKE IT AS A THREAT! Wolfwind gapes. "OI? YOU TRYNA' TOSS PROJECTILES AT ME?!" she accuses, spine arching as she glares somethin' fierce (fierce as she can be, anyways. But he's short and so is she so it's not a big deal actually!!) "Hmph, I'll projectile you right back!" She declares. With a glance to the nursery. "Someone should apprehend dis fiend!"​

 

[RAGWORTPAW]

"BOOM!" Obnoxiously she yells as she mimics Sloepaw. Only unlike the apprenticed tom she was far less graceful and took a big leap into the air before POUNDING her paws back down into the ice. It shatters under her weight in an instant, making Ragwortkit feel big and strong. She was growing up! Kitten Ragwortkit would've never been able to!

"An ice fight?" Uhm... incredibly dangerous but Ragwortkit was too new to the world to comprehend that. Throwing stuff at someone for no good reason sounded fun enough though. She means well but... uh, she picks up a piece of ice she just cracked and with the strongest throw she can muster the ice chunk is sent flying, aiming for Sloepaw.​

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Spoiler: RAGWORTKIT | TAGS

( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions )​

╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· RAGWORTKIT, female — she / her
╰ ‣ named for her health & strength at birth .
╰ ‣ 4 moons . ages on the ??
╰ ‣ thunderclan kit . loner born . believes in starclan


╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, oak and maple trees , status — 100%
╰ ‣ blue furred . long-hared . a very furry head, chest, and tail


╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ESTJ-A ❝ EXECTUTIVE ❞ , Hufflepuff, Lawful Good
╰ ‣ Kind-hearted . Honest . Loud .Justice-seeking . People-pleaser . Gullible . Empty-headed . Humorous
╰ ‣ Though she is all brawn and no brain, Ragwort tries her best and carries a bleeding heart to all whom surround her. She takes the role of "big sister" with her siblings and friends, never failing to have their backs, take care of them, and defend them when needed (sometimes even jumping the gun). While she doesn't offer the best emotional support (not due to a lack of trying) she gives the best hugs and is great at giving cats distractions with her shenanigans.
╰ ‣ finds minimal difficulty relating to others . wears a bleeding heart


╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· GRIME x CINDERFROST, sister to toadkit, prowlingkit, hollykit
╰ ‣ unknown sexuality.
╰ ‣ poor fighter . poor hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . unlikely to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.

 

[nightbird]

nightbird enters camp, unknowing of the projectile battle she was about to walk directly into. she was on her way to fetch lightpaw when a shard of ice whizzed right in front of her face. the molly halted sharply. one more step forward, and she would have needed a new nose.

silver eyes glared in the direction it was thrown from to see what just appeared to be a fluffy ball of fur. she then looked across the group to see children, and wolfwind. "watch where you're throwing the sharp objects, i'm not sure berryheart is well enough equipped to replace body parts." nightbird remarked in a flat tone, shooting the group a pointed look. ​

[ ☾✩ ]​

 

[Fireflyglow]

WE'VE BEEN DOIN' ALL THIS LATE NIGHT TALKIN' ✧​

Fireflypaw himself rolls around in a patch of snow a short distance away, trying to awkwardly cover his pelt in the white flurries. Why? Not even he knew at this point. Though the sound of playing kits and crackling ice is quick to steal his attention. Soon after, Nightbird speaks up and scolds the apprentices and kits. Reminds them to be more careful. Fireflypaw frowns in response as he walks over to join them.

"Can't watch where 'm throwin' if I can't see." Fireflypaw cackles beneath his breath, stomping on the ice as well. He grabs a nice chunk of ice then, grinning wide despite his sensitive little eyes staying shut. "Ice fight!!" Fireflypaw then shouts, making a (very) weak attempt to throw the ice somewhere. Instead of forward, it flies backwards, shattering onto the grass behind him. He looks proud of himself- it should have hit something after all. Right? Right???​

 

[sloestride]

THIS WEIGHT ON MY NECK MAKES IT HARD TO CONNECT​

The embarrassment that teased his ears low was animated into a full show as a familiar voice trumpeted his call back to him. Wolfwind. She was always so loud! Any chances he had to remain somewhat unseen were pulled out from beneath him, like a misplaced paw on the ice. Still, Sloepaw couldn’t help the half-smile that was drawn out at her antics.

Following the ice’s trajectory towards the warrior in question, he was rewarded with a look at her apparently imposing form. ”Whatever shitty music I’m making’ll always be better than your voice! " The retort weaselled out without warning and grace, all seriousness bundled into the opening already falling away at its finish.

Before he could dwell on how easily she had tempted him into a dignity-free battle of wits there was a glassy missile sent his way. For a moment, Sloepaw felt very little fear. It was only ice after all, it would just shatter. The pain however, taught him otherwise. "Oomf-" Was all the tom managed as a solid ball thumped into his flank.

. "Damn… Ragwortkit you’re strong-! " Or maybe you’re weak. The response was croaked from his crumpled frame, a black-boot paw gingerly tapping his side. Nightbird warns them, though a little too late, and Sloepaw finds himself emphatically nodding along. "Yeah, going numb over here. "

At Fireflypaw’s call for an ice fight, Sloepaw all but retreated, regret mounting at the deadly trend he’d started. Thank the stars his mentor wasn’t here to see this. When the soot-nosed apprentice squandered his first throw, a cotton puff of relief rolled out of his mouth. . "Maybe we should keep the ice below our paws, yeah?"
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[RAGWORTPAW]

The ill-mannered and discipline lacking kit shrugs Nightbird off, pfft! No one could possibly get hurt! She watches Sloepaw get hit with a whack and still holds this belief, she cannot help but giggle when he retreats. "Sloepaw is giving up already!" She squeals in victory, "Kinda boring but... whatever! Fireflypaw. You. Me. Icefight. Yeah?" She looks to the apprentice with daring eyes, overly confident Ragwortkit believed she could take him on easily!

Afterall... his throw hadn't exactly hit his target...​

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Spoiler: RAGWORTKIT | TAGS

( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions )​

╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· RAGWORTKIT, female — she / her
╰ ‣ named for her health & strength at birth .
╰ ‣ 4 moons . ages on the ??
╰ ‣ thunderclan kit . loner born . believes in starclan


╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, oak and maple trees , status — 100%
╰ ‣ blue furred . long-hared . a very furry head, chest, and tail


╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ESTJ-A ❝ EXECTUTIVE ❞ , Hufflepuff, Lawful Good
╰ ‣ Kind-hearted . Honest . Loud .Justice-seeking . People-pleaser . Gullible . Empty-headed . Humorous
╰ ‣ Though she is all brawn and no brain, Ragwort tries her best and carries a bleeding heart to all whom surround her. She takes the role of "big sister" with her siblings and friends, never failing to have their backs, take care of them, and defend them when needed (sometimes even jumping the gun). While she doesn't offer the best emotional support (not due to a lack of trying) she gives the best hugs and is great at giving cats distractions with her shenanigans.
╰ ‣ finds minimal difficulty relating to others . wears a bleeding heart


╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· GRIME x CINDERFROST, sister to toadkit, prowlingkit, hollykit
╰ ‣ unknown sexuality.
╰ ‣ poor fighter . poor hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . unlikely to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.

 

[Prowlingpaw]

All they could hear was chatter. Consistent, annoying chatter from that of the other young cats of Thunderclan. First it was Sloepaw, he mentioned something about an ice fight and the black kitten curled up tighter on themselves without a single noise uttered. That sounded stupid. It was cold, stupidly so, and they had no interest of leaving their nest for such stupid things. Though then more voices joined in on this quote 'fun' in the form of Fireflypaw, Wolfwind, Nightbird and their sibling Ragwortkit. A huff left the tiny body of the small cat and a head was lifted up from were they had been so enclosed on themselves.

"You're a bunch of idiots if you think an ice fight is fun!" Prowlingkit snapped loudly from the spot on the ground, and they glared at the wall of the nursery. Though as they sat there, listening to laughter and cheers, they gave a low growl. Pushing themselves up onto their paws, the young black cat stomped their way over to the gathered group of cats, "You're all so noisey," They grumbled with those triangular ears flat against their head.

Prowlingkit wasn't usually the most friendly cat, quite the opposite really, but they didn't want to sit by while the others made noise. Annoying noise but nosie nonetheless! "I wanna be on Rags' team," They declared with a small stomp of their front paw, luminescent yellow eyes glowing in the sunlight. ​

 

[TOADHOP]

He doesn't like the cold. Doesn't like how it makes him shiver, makes him grasp for any source of warmth he can. But, Toadkit's siblings are outside of the nursery, so Toadkit follows, paws frozen by the snow.

The kit stands awkwardly, body trembling as he watches Ragwortkit throw ice at Sloepaw. It makes him laugh, seeing the ice zoom through the air, watching it hit the apprentice. "That went so fast!" he squeaks in amusement, a hop following. He almost forgets about the freezing atmosphere.

Nightbird scolds Ragwotkit, tells her that it's dangerous to be throwing ice. Toadkit doesn't see why. Perhaps to ruin their fun? But, talk of an ice fight continues anyway, with Prowlingkit appearing beside him, a declaration of teams from his inky sibling.

"Me too!" he chimes in, "I wanna be on Ragwort's team!"
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