camp once upon a time / build-a-story

[CRICKETKIT]

If there was one thing about being a kitten, that Cricketkit had found, was that you got bored. Easily. Quickly, because you weren't old enough to do anything that the apprentices were allowed to do, and the camp and the nursery got pretty dull after so many days of the same thing. Bored of Moss-ball and play fighting, Cricketkit often finds himself wandering in search of something to do.

Today, he had parked himself by the elder's den, being entertained by old WindClan stories. He's leaning into his right side, head canted as he listens and watches the camp go idly by, but even this begins to wane his attention span, and even he can be heard speaking up, "...Thank you for the story," he finds himself saying, again. "But you uhm... you've told me this one already! Like... three times, so..." There's a long pause, as he swivels his gaze back around to the elders who are, already, grumbling. He blinks rapidly, drawing in a quick breath as he reroutes himself, "Oh, I know! Story time!"

He declares it, quickly, suddenly, like a leader about to make an announcement but it's naught but Cricketkit, standing suddenly to his feet. "Once upon a time there was a uh... a warrior, named-" his head swivels suddenly, looking around himself for quick story inspiration. There's the snow, "White, uh- another sweep of his gaze, he turns on his paws before he spots it, -Rabbit? Yeah, Whiterabbit! And he, woah-" he's turned around too quick now, stumbling over his own pause as his balance gives out on itself. He rights himself quickly, fluffing out his fur as though that will cover his stumble. "-He's in the middle of a battle when suddenly!"

He pauses for dramatic effect on the outside. On the inside, he has no idea what should be next. He blinks, head tilting again as he squints out into camp carefully, trying to make out faces. When he can't single out anyone specifically, he calls out instead, "What should be next?"​

 

[RATTLEHEART]

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — Quite a bit of time had passed since the last time they had just sat around and listened to the elders tell stories. It was never a past-time that they had indulged in as a kit or an apprentice - mainly due to not having elders to turn to as a kit - but they could still see the appeal of it now. Especially when said elders were telling stories of a simpler time, when they didn't have internal wars just behind them, or a long journey of redemption on the horizon. Sootstar had still been their leader back then, obviously, but things hadn't been as terrible just yet. She hadn't been filled with that same bloodlust, and it had truly seemed like she had the best interests of Windclan in mind, instead of just what she wanted. Thinking back to the dawn of the clans was like a breath of fresh air after all they had been through, instead of thinking about the slow downward spiral that had followed.

It seemed as though one of the newest kits in their nursery wasn't as appreciative though, a fact that caused the lead warrior to let out a huff of laughter. They really weren't sure how they felt about Snakehiss and Berrysnap's children just yet, though they did know they wouldn't treat them differently simply because of their heritage. None of them were doomed just because of the loyalist blood running through their veins, and Rattleheart had no doubt that they would all benefit from being allowed to grow in Windclan. The true Windclan, and not the nightmare amalgamation that Granitepelt had run off with. That was why the lead warrior had been watching over them like they did with all of the - many, many - kits that Windclan now had, acting almost as an unofficial den mother without even really intending to.

Hopefully they hadn't been bothering any of the actual queens in the nursery.

They were torn from that sudden worry by the sound of Cricketkit's questioning from nearby, pausing when they heard the small tom's request. Weren't you generally supposed to have a plot in mind, before you began to tell a story? Faint amusement washed over them in a wave, though they weren't so cruel as to not provide an answer. "What if... what if he was in the middle of a battle when suddenly a fox leaped up from the tunnels? And all the battling warriors have to work with Whiterabbit to drive it back out?" It seemed like an inspiring enough story to the tunneler, whose pelt pricked at the mere thought of a fox suddenly appearing without warning. Thank goodness all of the scents down in the tunnels lately were fairly stale, and no foxes had seemingly taken up residence in them while the majority of the clan proper was gone.

THE RIGHTEOUS HAND OF GOD 𓆩♡𓆪 THE DEVIL THAT YOU FORGOT

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  ❥ longhaired black and white tom with pale green eyes
  ❥ 48 moons old; ages the 1st every month
  ❥ afab; uses he/she/they pronouns
  ❥ homosexual homoromantic; mated to venomstrike
  ❥ sibling to scorchstreak, lizardbounce, and rabbitclaw
  ❥ currently mentoring downypaw
  ❥ somewhat difficult to befriend; wary but kind
  ❥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ❥ all opinions are ic

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[WASPKIT]

waspkit could admit her own boredom. black needle of a tail rapping against the ground in front of the nursery as if impatient. the sound gave her something to dull the drone of the wind over their homely crevasse of a camp. there was something like jealousy in each swish of the kitten's tail. the knowledge that there were cats out there running around, hunting, fighting. she should be out there with them, but instead she had been imprisoned. suffocated by the milky musk of her nest, forced to glean what the outside was like through whatever clear, fresh fragrance clung to cats as they returned. to listen to their stories as they shared with mouthfuls of meat. she hated when they talked around the wad of bloody fur.

she almost doesn't hear it over the smacks of their lips, a familiar and gentle voice cracking against the walls. a complaint, or what could be perceived as one. her ears swivel in the direction of the voice, letting her tail settle into silent stillness. her face follow the spinning ears, landing on the glowing ball of orange fluff spinning into his own haunch. trained eyes watch closely as he trips again seemingly nothing, fur spiking in surprise. he looks like a falling maple seed, and after cricketkit meets the ground, he meets his sister's eyes. sorta.

wasp smiles, watching her brother stare through her and emphatically yet gently request audience participation. who dare decline?

she approaches as rattleheart gently teases her brother's desperate demands for entertainment. as the older tom begins to accommodate, waspkit arrives. her small speckled body brushing against the side cricket seems to favor at the moment. gliding around until her spine forms a flexible mold around his, curving to reach his other side with a low rumbling chirp of greeting.

"who was he fighting though?" it seemed a reasonable enough question, were they noble cats that would take to defending everyone in he party including this whiterabbit, or would they use their enemy as a shield? such a plain answer didn't make for a very compelling story. waspkit's smile dropped a little as she pondered it. who do you feel angry enough at to kill and love enough to put your life on the line for theirs despite?

"maybe... family - his brother!" she scared herself with the thought, pulling tighter into cricketkit's side.​

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[CRICKETKIT]

Maybe it would be a misfortune, one day, that Cricketkit is not yet aware of all the events that transpired before him, before he existed, and in many ways in the mind of Snakehiss before he was even a concept. He's young, but he's aware, at least, of the difference in tone that people take with Snakehiss than they do with him, but it's the same way that he notices that older cats talk a little bit differently to other older cats than they do to younger ones, like parents to children.

In that way maybe he's been lucky too, because to his eyes and in the rest of the clan they are also WindClanners true. So without an ounce of worry on his brain, there's an excitement that lights his eyes when Rattleheart takes his request. "Oh yeah! he agrees eagerly at this addition, putting back on the most announcing-timbre voice he can, "It's a... a crazy battle, and Whiterabbit doesn't know there's a fox coming at all! His ears flick, when he hears the footsteps and catches a brief scent of Waspkit in the air, but he continues. "But he hears it skittering in the tunnel, and, and the other WindClanners are fighting their own battles so they're not there yet!

This jaunt of the story gets interrupted when Waspkit leans into his tilted side and he straightens himself with the support of her weight. He just purrs, long and happy as Waspkit curls into him, and he nudges his head under her chin in fond greeting. But he's listening all the while too, as she ponders this question now of Whiterabbit's adversary.

The idea makes him gasp, tail flicking over the top of Waspkit protectively as she leans against him. But it's also a brilliant idea. "Whiterabbit didn't want to fight his brother today - an', I wouldn't fight you either Waspkit so don't worry! It's just a story, okay?- but he had to." The question was why. Why did other warriors even fight eachother anyway? His head tilts furhter- now into Waspkit who's on his right side- as he thinks it over. "It wasn't just play fighting either, it was for real fighting because they were getting hurt. Whiterabbit had a huge scratch on his shoulder an' his brother uhm... twisted his paw or something!

That was, probably good enough, right? "Oh and also, his brother uhm... Lied to him! And did not-nice things, but that didn't mean Whiterabbit wanted his brother to get hurt by the fox either, so... Instead he..."

It is once more left to the ring of cats around him, where his kitten knowledge lacks these finer details of the Warrior world. ​

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[Grasspaw]

𓆝 . ° ✦ Grasskit had been, you guessed it, digging holes again. He'd been vaguely listening to the stories, mostly more enthralled by pretty rocks. Boy, he was not ready for when he was gonna find some worms in new-leaf. When it came to story telling though, Grasskit was all in. He scrambled to be more a part of the group, shaking his fur (and thus sending specks of dirt flying.) He looked between the different cats speaking before loudly contributing,

"Ooh, an' what if the uh, what if Whiterabbit goes all, 'Rahh, grr, don't touch my brother you stinky,' an' the fox growls at them before, uh" He drew a blank. His ego deflated a bit at not having anything else to add, so he plopped his butt down next to Rattleheart with a huff.

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ooc Information

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  NAME — HE/HIM ･ 1 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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