camp OUT OF A DREAM // prompt; hunting for stones & shells

[TWINKLEPAW]

The clacking of stones can be heard underneath kitten paws. Twinklekit slowly wades into the shallow edges of the stream that protected the RiverClan camp, adult supervision no doubt nearby. Now that the water has become warmer it was deemed safe for kittens to enter without fear of freezing their whiskers off, and for the first time ever Twinklekit was hunting for pretty stones.

Not just any stone though… it needed to be very pretty, the prettiest even.

When prompted what kind of stone she is looking for, she grins and informs the cat ”I’m looking for a love stone!” Not to be confused with a mating stone… but it was a similar concept that Twinklekit had just made up. Instead of giving the stone to a potential mate (yuck!), Twinklekit was going to give it to a cat she loved.

”It has to be very pretty! The sparkliest I can find for mama.”

𓆟 INFO BATTLE

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  » Twinklekit
  » RiverClan Kit
  » She/her . AFAB
  » A pretty blue lynx sepia with blue eyes
  » "Speech"․ thoughts ․ attack
  
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  » A meager kitten, defeating her is no boastful feat.
  » Excels in hiding, running from danger.
  » Fights defensively to survive.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[carawaysong]

-ˋˏ ༻✧༺ ˎˊ- carawaypaw had never heard of a 'love stone' before, but twinklekit's ambitions were clear. the apprentice liked to believe she had a good eye for pretty and sparkly, what better way to put it to use than in search of the highly coveted love stone.

"we'll find you the prettiest and sparkliest love stone in the entire river," carawaypaw promised the kit cheerily, dipping her paws into the stream to begin the search. a glimmer caught her green eye, it wasn't too far off from where they stood. a group of a few stones that may be suitable caught the light, her dark paw lifted from the water to point them out. "look over there, see one ya like?"

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── YOU’LL LIVE FOREVER 《✧》 DOWN UNDER WITH ME ──┐‎

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  CARAWAYPAW ✧ she/her, apprentice of riverclan, 8 ☾'s
  ➺ carawaypaw is a pretty longhaired silver tabby with green eyes and a long, lithe frame.
  ➺ willowroot x poppysplash ↛ sister to bumblepaw, minnowpaw, mosspool, and hazewish
  ➺ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ➺ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[Tigersplash]

Tigersplash remembers giving a stone to her own mother moons and moons ago. Hearing the little kits decree warms her heart and she’d be evil if she didn’t move her butt over there and help out. Her arrival sounded by two thumps of splashed as her forepaws step in. She stands tall next to the two younger Riverclanners but her head ducks down so she doesn’t lumber.

Between her and Carawaypaw Twinklekit had a great team of pretty stone finders. A soft smile curves the large tabbies maw "Find one that really speaks to you" she meows in suggestion "It won’t actually talk to you but you’ll know what I mean when you find it" she laughs.

She looks over to where Carawaypaw points and grins "Good idea! Nice eye Carawaypaw, there’s some real pretty ones over there" she looks down at Twinklekit again waiting for the little one to head on over there.

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  Tigerplash ✩ She/He, Warrior of Riverclan, 17 moons
  ⭃ A chocolate/cinnamon chimera she-cat with high white and amber eyes
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Kedamono ↛ @legmeatt on discord, feel free to dm for plots. ​

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[shellpaw]

bloodlet eyes watch from the shore where still - healing paws of alabaster play in the shallow dug divots in pallid sand, an ear swiveling at the approach of two familiar, friendly warriors towards her splashing sister. twinklekit had ventured to the water and so shellkit had followed, a dutiful shadow of ivory and lilac curls, to watch on just in case. she thought of just in case a lot nowadays. the little she-kit is safe, though — willowroot agrees readily to her bright explanation, tigersplash quick behind them to encourage her to find one that speaks to her.

curiosity brings her closer to the water, letting the lapping waves rinse granulated sand as she eases towards the small group. willowroot mentions a small spot where rocks gather in big piles, just beneath the clear, rippling waters. her ears perk, watery eyes gleaming with sudden interest, ” ooh, there’s a buuunch of shiny ones.. maybe, um — you could close your eyes and pick one that feels the specialist? “ shellkit nods, factual. a love stone had to feel lovey, right? maybe the river already had one picked out for her!

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𓇼 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

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  SHELLKIT 𓆉 SHE / HER, KITTEN OF RIVERCLAN. HAZECLOUD xx LICHENTAIL, NIECE TO SMOKESTAR. FIVE MOONS OLD, SMELLS LIKE SALT & RIVER BLOOMS. PENNED BY ANTLERS.
  frail alabaster molly with lilac striping and watery amber eyes.
  
  she is pallid ; platinum splotched with ribbons of dovey lilac curls, wisped ends like memories of a distant shore. feather breath and elderdown fur conceals a body worn fragile by tumultuous youth, too thin in some places and round with baby fat in others. her face is short - muzzled, framed half mast by eyes coined rheumy, rosen amber. the anemic pale pink at tender paws and nose tell a lifetime of sickness, obvious by the feathering weakness and crackling in whispery tones ---------- ° ❀ ⋆
  

  currently exhibiting symptoms of whitecough. this includes a running nose, wheezing, sluggishness, and labored breathing. please keep contagion in mind.

  
  

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[otterbite]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- Ever since finding out that dumb little stone he tried to steal from Lichentail all those moons ago, Otterbite had been grossed out about the idea of touching anything like it again. A Mating Stone sounded so sappy it made him cringe just to think of it.

It doesn't sound like that's what Twinklekit is looking for, though. A gift for her mother, (which one? Who knows) and some of his Clanmates are ready to help her to it. "They all look the same." He stated blandly as he looked in the water with them, boredly splashing a paw in the shallows.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── IM OUT OF CONTROL ⋅❁⋅ OH, HOW I BURN FOR YOU ──┐‎

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  OTTERBITE ✩ he/him, warrior of riverclan, thirteen moons.
  ⭃ scruffy blue/black chimera with a white tail-tip and green eyes. noticeable kinked whiskers
  ⭃ adopted son to pikesplash // former apprentice to coyotecreek
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay requires permission / / underline and tag when attacking or making an action toward
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by beatae ↛ gonkpilled on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[TWINKLEPAW]

Following the point of Carawaypaw’s paw, Twinklekit steps carefully through the water until she is hovering over a cluster of glistening tones. The tiny sapphires above her nose seem to warm up in awe, yes, one of these rocks will do nicely!

’Find one that really speaks to you’ Tigersplash suggests before swiftly clarifying rocks cannot actually talk. Her nose scrunches with amusement at the idea, ”Ahaha! That’d be funny!” she giggles.

Shellkit too has spotted the rocks Carawaypaw had pointed to. In combination with Tigersplash’s suggestion, she advises to close her eyes and pick the one that feels specialist. Twinklekit nods, she likes this suggestion.

With a smile she closes her eyes tight, taking a deep breath in before plunging her muzzle underneath the shallow water. Her maw grips a random rock before she pulls her head back out, strutting to the shore she spits her prize out to gaze upon it.

The stone is the color of silver, depending on where the light struck its surface it almost appeared translucent. It was a pretty rock, but nothing out of the ordinary with hundreds of others like it scattered across the riverbed. Still, this rock feels special to Twinklekit. She looks to her older sister expectantly as if seeking her approval. ”It’s very pretty. Perfect for mama.” A light purr pours out from her throat.

Twinklekit shakes an objecting head at Otterbite’s bland statement, ”Nuh-uh… They look lots different!”

𓆟 INFO BATTLE

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  » Twinklekit
  » RiverClan Kit
  » She/her . AFAB
  » A pretty blue lynx sepia with blue eyes
  » ”Speech”․ thoughts ․ attack
  
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  » A meager kitten, defeating her is no boastful feat.
  » Excels in hiding, running from danger.
  » Fights defensively to survive.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[snowkit]

-`♡´- "Nuh-uh! Nuh-uh! Nuh-uh!" Snowkit happily mimics her denmate, enjoying the way the denial felt in her mouth. She starts pointing at all the stones sitting upon the expanse of the riverbank, "They are lots different! There's brown stones, and gray ones, and stripey ones, and sharp ones, and ugly ones..." Otterbite sure was silly!

The dappled kitten trots over to peer down at Twinklekit's find, cooing, "Ooo... very pretty..." He liked that it was shiny, and figured that Twinklekit's mama would think the same. But he wanted to find a rock to give to someone too!

He wanders over to paw at the shallow pooling edge of the river, finding a stone that's suuuuper cool! The stone is small enough for Snowkit to bat it out with a paw, rolling a little algae-covered rock between his paws, "I like this one better because it's green and fuzzy!" Twinklekit's rock was alright, but it didn't seem fuzzy at all...

"Who wants my stone?" Snowkit chirped, excited to give away his little piece of treasure.

SUMMER CAME LIKE CINNAMON -`♡´- SO SWEET

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  — snowkit, kitten of riverclan!
  — he/him & she/her. OK w gendered terms! 2 moons old!
  — lilybloom x lakemoon. graykit's littermate !
  — a fluffy blue tortie w white & warm brown eyes
  — a happy, boisterous kitten with a big imagination
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — fullbody by jay , pfp by lovette, funnyguy by pin
  — penned by eezy

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[Graypaw]

When Graykit had heard about mate stones his first thought had been well, that's dumb his nose had wrinkled and he had sneered at the idea. Why did anyone need to give a physical representation of their love to another? Wasn't just saying the words enough? Stones were fickle objects. They could be lost, they could be broken and then where does your love go? Does it break with it? When he found a mate he wouldn't be giving them any stupid stone, that was for certain.

He thinks Shellkit is a fool for looking for a love stone though the idea of it makes his heart twist in a way he does not yet understand. Jealousy. As much as he would pretend to despise it, as openly as he would speak against it he can't help but think with a bitter taste in his mouth I wish someone loved me enough to find me a love stone instantly though the thought is dashed away by another stupid. So stupid this whole thing was a fools errand but here the adults were, entertaining this whole charade. "There's no such thing as love stones." he points out from where he sits nearby, tail curled around his paws and close to his body as he holds his head high in the air.

As he watches though, that awful feeling still won't leave his chest. He cannot help but agree with Otterbite all the stones looked the same to him too, and oh how he wishes Twinklekit would just hurry up and pick one already so they could be done with this whole big dumb ordeal.

But then, something happens. His littermate pipes in and of course, she says the very opposite of what he had been thinking. All the stones don't look the same she says and then he absolutely obliterates everything he thought he knew when he pulls a stone covered in moss from the river. His eyes widen in panic as she then proceeds to offer it to whoever wanted it. "Snowkit!" he cries out, despaired "You can't just go around giving your stone to whoever wants it that would make it pointless!" nevermind the fact that moments before he had said they weren't real, that they were stupid.

( ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ) I can feel you leaving

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  GRAYKIT RIVERCLAN KITTEN ; HE / HIM
  LILYBLOOM X LAKEMOON BROTHER TO SNOWKIT
  

  A plush coated kitten with a pelt marbled in varying shades of gray and white. He has dull green eyes and a tall stature. Most of his personality can be described as carefree though some also say that unmotivated is a more than apt term. His trust and love is easily won through praise but he will do little work to receive it.

  ✶ easy in battle + no formal training
  

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