camp one summer day ☆ introduction

[Runningrain]

A small bundle of fur can be seen hiding from the interactions of her ages and most in general, tiny white paws carrying her as fast as she could move across the camp. She was determined in her search which ends with her hovering a little from the warrior's den as she hesitantly stands, contemplating her entire life choices for a moment. The black lynx mink wanted to ask her caregiver, Thundersong, a question but her entire thought process had removed the question from her thoughts. What was I going to ask again? What if the other warriors think I'm here to be an nuisance? Dread falls over the child as she takes a couple steps back further and nervously looks around the clearing.

A gulp is shoved down her throat with her internal crisis. What if the other warriors, apprentices or even the kits didn't like her because she asked too many questions? Would they leave like mom and dad? B-But I don't want Thundersong to leave me... Tears begin to bud in the corner of her eyes and her ears flatten as she raises a white paw to quickly wipe a tear that dared to attempt to roll down her cheek. What if the other kits thought she was weird because she didn't like to play moss ball, play fight or pretend they were the leaders of clans? Mintkit shuffles nervously as she hopes she isn't caught by anyone else, her paws feeling seemingly sweaty from nervousness.
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"speech", thoughts, attacking

 

[Mintshade]

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The new additions of the clan were hard to miss and trust her, she tried to miss them. The lean dark molly gave a wrinkle nosed huff as she watched the whimpering kitting kneading her paws in the ground in a jittery manner and she padded over to loom over the shivering little furball with narrowed acid green eyes before grinning wide, "Who named you?" She asked, sharp teeth showing in what she thought was a friendly gesture but on Mintshade's scruffy and crooked maw it looked like the jaws of a wolf salivating over motionless carrion. "Cause they got great taste in names!" Or a crush on her! After all, why name a child after her if they didn't like her. Clearly someone had a thing for lanky black she-cats and who could blame them? She was amazing, an absolute catch. Ah wait, hold on -didn't this kit have dead parents or something? Something like that? She didn't have any for sure.
Mintshade shook her head, dismissing the question with a waving paw as if to say 'forget that' as she regarded the trembling youth once more.
"Alright, Kitmint, listen up...quit that sniveling. You gotta represent the name well and Mints don't cry like that." Her tail flicked out, attempting to curl under the kitten's chin briefly to make her lift her head, "Chin up, chest out, show your teeth! Let's see it!"

☣︎ All my friends are heathens, take it slow ☣︎ — Wait for them to ask you who you know

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  Mintshade
  —⊰⋅ Warrior (Moor Runner) of WindClan
  —⊰⋅ She/Her
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  —⊰⋅ SH Solid black cat w/ acid green eyes.
  

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[gracklestep]

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"I think you're scaring it."

The sniveling, unmistakable wipe of tearful eyes... Mintshade is nothing close to the soft, crowing queens that would be responsible for this little fuzzball. Citrine eyes move towards his clanmate, whiskers quivering in a silent tic while considering his next words; how to communicate with one so small.... he's no great babysitter himself either. "Not everyone can smile so wide it would make the moon jealous," he continues, choosing to focus on Mintshade rather than her kit-sized mimicry. That thing would solve itself out hopefully... or its caretaker would show up shortly to handle it.

The two WindClan warriors loom like a pair of vultures, hopping and pecking at each other in hopes of claiming the tiny morsel as a meal. Hadn't she made a joke recently, that she loved to eat baby animals? He doubted that included the clan's own kittens (logically, it was not of great benefit to do so) but... it could be an entertaining hazing to see if the poor thing didn't panic itself to death with its imagination.

With some amount of internalized annoyance, Gracklestep looks back towards Mintkit with an expectant crease of his lips. Well... go on then if you're going to do it. Show us your teeth.​

 

[RATTLEHEART]

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — The boisterous and cheerful sound of Mintshade's voice was hardly enough alone to rouse Rattleheart's attention these days, his attention remaining instead on the piece of prey at his paws - up until the moniker of Kitmint left her muzzle. Immediately his head popped up, pale gaze flicking around until it landed on the forms of both the moor runner and Gracklestep. Staring down at a tiny kitten that looked on the verge of tears, the overwhelmed look on her face causing the lead warrior's heart to sink. He was quick to hop up to his paws, sensing that neither of the warriors already present was going to be of much help to her already rattled mental state.

His fur brushed briefly against Mintshade's as he approached, shoulders bumping as Rattleheart crouched so that he and Mintkit were on an equal level. "Hello there, little one. Are you alright...? I'm sorry if my friends are a bit too..." There was a pause, his tail flicking back and forth as he seemingly tried to conjure up the right word. "...Enthusiastic. For your comfort."" Maybe that wasn't quite the right term for Gracklestep, but it certainly seemed like the right phrase for Mintshade. She seemed so frantic that the tunneler wanted to wrap her up into his fluff for comfort, instead refraining so that he could question her lightly. "What are you doing over here near the warriors' den? Is there something that you needed from all of us?" Hopefully some direct questioning would make it easier for her to actually get words out, instead of feeling forced to raise her voice to the air all on her own. Between her and Quietpaw, it seemed more and more of Windclan's youth was struggling with anxiety - had he unintentionally been influencing them too much?

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
  ❥ 49 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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[Lakepaw.]

[ ༻ ❊ ༺ ] More and more of the kits were coming out of the nursery, braving their steps to see the world beyond the walls and safety of the nursery, and further away from the warmth of their own mother's body. Yet, seeing Mintkit all about near the warrior den with two unfamiliar figures and Rattleheart made the lanky tom make his way over to stand near the other kit while blinking up at the three.

"The warrior's den is... well, something none of the kits...explored and I'm sure Mintkit was curious about it but...too shy to ask" he prompted softly, trying to be a form of comfort to the other kit before she burst into tears in front of everyone just because she was too shy, or nervous or whatever. Anything to keep the other from crying he supposed and he wasn't so sure of Mintshade or Gracklestep like he was of Rattleheart since the lead tunneler was always around the nursery.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── Somewhere beyond the broken lullabies ──┐‎

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  "speak""Thoughts"
  
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  Lakekit ❊ AMAB, He/Him, Kit of Windclan, 4 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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[SUNNVAR]

"We sleep together," Sunstar reminds, looking upon Lakekit and to Mintkit with a narrowed concern. The nursery was a place far separate from the center of their clan, but he did not enjoy the thought that the warriors themselves were pulled apart. That the nests they leave strewn about camp, their places to sleep beneath the stars, were ever a den. Perhaps there are so many of them that they have begun to see their life as something unlike the rest of WindClan. Whatever the reasoning may be, it troubles him enough that his mind is preoccupied before his warriors. He doesn't offer his typical boisterous laughter that comes freely around Mintshade. She has known him from moons long before Sunstar and had been a good friend throughout.

It is enough that, even despite his preoccupation, his body rumbles with a dry chuckle on autopilot. Enough to shake him from his faint reverie. "To make the moon weep, more like," he comments lowly, then settles down to observe.

⋆°•☁︎ 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝗕𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃  ╱╱ 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝗕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝗕𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 〚 02.11.2024 〛 𖤓

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  SUNSTAR. LEADER OF WINDCLAN.   ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆
  ——– HE – HIM – HIS ╱╱ 48+ MOONS OLD, ADULT.

  NPC x NPC, MOUNTAIN CATS. MATE TO WOLFSONG; FATHER TO BEARPAW, SINGEDPAW, RIVEPAW, SUNLITPAW AND FEATHERPAW. MENTORING RIVEPAW.
  
  TH ╱╱ A LARGE, FRESHLY SCARRED CHOCOLATE AND WHITE ROSETTE TABBY TOM WITH SEAGLASS BLUE EYES

• "speech"

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[Runningrain]

Pawsteps caught her attention to see the larger female before her, as her ears flatten against her cranium slightly. The question from Mintshade caused her to jump slightly in nervousness as she hesitates for a moment in case the dark warrior was mad for her parents 'stealing' the prefix Mint. However, it seems that Mintshade was praising whoever named her with the Mint prefix for having good... taste? Did Mint taste good? The warrior softly reprimands her for being nervous and tearful, a tail touching her chin and forcing her to look upwards. I'm so scared! Thundersong...

Mintkit closes her emerald eyes as she braces her tiny fangs, shaking slightly in nervousness until another voice chimed in. Her tail is tucked firmly between her legs with the tip slightly curling around a back leg. Anyone from the side would think the poor kit was getting harassed with how forced she was baring her fangs, tiny tears forming on the side of her eyes. Another black and white form asserted itself into the conversation, yet this was seemed much nicer and reminded her of her caretaker. Rattleheart lowers himself to be level to her as she quickly stops baring her fangs from exhaustion of the strain as she lowers her head slightly at his questions.

"I-I just missed Thundersong..." Kitmint would murmur softly under her breath as she peers between the warriors into the den in an attempt to see the familiar form of the female. Was she on a patrol or something? Her paws shuffle nervously as Lakekit had found himself over to the other groups and attempts to deter the anxiety settled in her chest, comforting her a little. Did he not think she was weird for being so scared? Her gaze shifts to older kit as she gives him a weak smile as a thanks, maybe she would give him a gift later as a thanks.

Sunstar approaches as she observes the large tom and notes his scars that seemed fresh compared to what other warriors seemed to have, tilting her head slightly. "Do they not hurt...?" Mintkit inquires nervously as she motions to the leader's fresh scars until she realizes what she asked. Of course they hurt! What could've hurt Sunstar, he was their leader and he was so big compared to everyone else.
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"speech", thoughts, attacking

 

[slateheart]

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ Slateheart emerged from the warrior's den to the scene just outside, a young kitten barely holding together while Mintshade spread her plague of a personality onto her. His frown is almost immediate, and he thanks Rattleheart for coming to the kit's defense. What was it with Sootstar's kin and all their cockiness?

"You are scaring her," Slateheart warns with a glare towards the boisterous warrior, reiterating Gracklestep's thought. Mintshade was one of those cats he deemed a pest, too overbearing and edgy for his aloof contrast. He'd ignore her, most days, but his heart ached for the kitten she had insisted on making smile - for all the wrong reasons, he guessed. So, he stepped in.

Where was Thundersong, anyway? "Not in here, unless she's hiding in her nest," he replied, following Mintkit's eyes back towards the den.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── I SEND HIM A SMILE ⋅❁⋅ HE TELLS ME LOOK DOWN ──┐‎

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  ooc - ic opinions <3
  

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• SLATEHEART ✩ he/him, moor-runner of windclan, 19 moons.
  ⭃ a short-furred black tom with low white markings and green eyes.
  ⭃ son of LYNXTOOTH xx ADELAIDE // brother to GRAVELSNAP, ASHPAW
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by ixora ↛ @.ixora on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[spotpaw]

Spotkit is busy entertaining himself nearby, batting at a stray mossball that another kit had thrown away. Commotion draws him from it, slinking over with dull blue eyes to watch whats going on. Mintshade is the first on scene, and Mintkit looks positively terrified. Spotkit... cannot help himself from giggling as he dashes over, excited to show Mintkit how to be ferocious. "Noooo, Mintkit, you have to look more scary than that... Like this!" he firmly plants his paws down, baring his teeth as a whiplike tail lashes behind him.

The display that Mintkit was giving was... kinda sad... But thats okay. Mintkit is always nervous. And thats okay too. Gracklestep is probably scaring her with that look, though, and Mintshade seems a little too loud to be on Mintkits "good cat to be around" list.

Thankfully, the arriving cats on scene were quick to comfort the younger kitten, Spotkit blinks at her. His gaze is almost searching, critical as he squints before he smiles. "Why'dya want Thundersong? Shes probably out fighting battles or something." he tilts his head. He doesn't get wanting the attention of a warrior, Spotkit is much happier with his peers! Like Frightkit, and... Even now, as he grows older, he has begun to leave his mamas nest. Well... Maybe he does get it. Whitedawn has been increasingly more busy lately with her warrior duties, so he has lost his babysitter... Maybe he does sympathize.

"We can all play until she gets back." he suggests, looking at Lakekit, Mintkit. And maybe they can rope Mr. Sunstar in too? Cause Sunstar was super duper cool, too... Being leader n' all. "Or we can do what you want, Mintkit."

*:ꔫ:* info

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  -> spotkit
  -> amab ,, he/him ,, 5 months
  -> kitten of windclan
  -> small & oddly proportioned cinnamon tom with high white
  -> "speech, afd9f2" ,, thoughts
  -> unknown sexuality ,, single
  -> smells like windblown heather
  -> art by pin

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