camp PAFP Wolf Children ⚙ Harassing Apprentices

[SINGEGLARE]

*+:｡.｡ "Ashenpaw, when are you going to be a warrior? When am I? Ashenpaw, what happened at the gathering? Ashenpaw how come you never bring back big pieces of prey? How come you always look so grumpy? Ashenpaw how come you have a lot of colors like Swallowkit but you're are lighter? Does that make us family?" There truly was something magical about the uncanny ability children have when singling out cats who specifically did not want anything to do with them. On most days, Singekit didn't want anything to do with visiting apprentices here to clean out the nursery and leave. But perhaps Singekit had been bitten by an extroverted bug last night, and the only way to release the venom was to talk off some poor creature's ear off or until they swiped off Singekit's mouth. Unfortunately, Ashenpaw would be the one to have to make that choice. "Why are you cleaning the nursery dens, Ashenpaw? Are you in trouble? Did you fail a hunt? Can I go hunting with you next time since you're so bad at it I could probably help!" the rowdy kitten trails after Ashenpaw with everything he does. He follows Ashenpaw out of the den to get more moss and follows him right back in to place it down, he even goes so far as to kick some of the freshly laid moss outside of the den and into the shadows so Ashenpaw has to keep coming back to place more down - and thus keep Singekit company for a moment longer. "Where does moss come from, Ashenpaw? If you're so good at gathering moss, will your warrior name be Ashenmoss? Kinda lame, you should ask for something else. What do you want your warrior name to be, then? I call dibs on Singefang so you can't be Ashenfang!"

On.
And on.
And on it goes.

@ASHENPAW

*°:⋆ₓₒ Updated 11/12/23

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  GENERAL:
  ⚙ Singekit
  ⚙ Cismale — He/him — Questioning sexuality
  ⚙ 1 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ⚙ NPCx NPC (brother to Swallowkit)
  ⚙ Shadowclan — Kit
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ⚙ Physically easy | mentally easy
  ⚙ Attack in bold ruddy
  ⚙ Can be power played just ask
  injuries: None currently
  

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[ASHENFALL]

˚⊹₊‧ 𖦹 Whoever decided that Ashenpaw was the best choice to clean out the nursery that day had to be some sort of sick and twisted monster. Ashenpaw—who was notoriously icked-out by kittens and their sticky little paws and screechy little voices, who squirmed away from having to look at his little siblings—he was the guy for the job, right. Luckily, or unluckily, the little gremlin following him around trying to burn holes in his ears was not his remaining sibling, but a little red-tailed thing that seemed determined to kill him by way of clawing out his eardrums.

His spark of anger at the kids' blatant and constant disrespect is muted today, though, head muddied by now-familiar fatigue such that he couldn't bother mustering up the fire to shout at the little rodent. Instead, he turned to peer listlessly down at Singepaw as he yapped away to announce in monotone, "A bug flew into your mouth just now..." It seemed that he didn't hear him the first time (too caught up in listening to himself talk), "Oh, there goes another one... and another... That's three bugs down the pit..." Pale eyes glinted frostily when Singekit stopped talking long enough for him to maybe be listened to, "You talked so much three bugs flew down your throat, Singekit. This is very serious, cause they're gonna lay eggs in your lungs and when the bug-babies hatch they'll crawl out of your nose... and ears... and mouth... and eyes while you sleep. Good luck with that tonight... it'll be very painful."

FOLLOW THE TIDE ˚⊹₊‧ 𖦹 WITH THE MONSTERS ON YOUR SHOULDER

• OOC:
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  — ashenkit . ashenpaw
  — ftm transmasc. he/him. 8mo apprentice of shadowclan
  — longhaired muted blue torbie with heterochromatic pale blue and amber eyes
  — smells like rainsoaked ferns and swamp milkweed
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — fullbody by tropics sticker by saturnid
  — penned by eezy
  — currently in an era of grief and anger, approach with caution. all ic opinions!

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[Swansong]

( ☁︎ )　 Swanpaw was eager to help his brother in cleaning the nursery. It's a welcome chance to check in on the youngest (remaining) of his siblings, and truthfully, Swanpaw rather likes kits.

Most kits.

Singekit is not the type that Swanpaw can find much sympathy for. Char billows from his throat, a tongue far too scorching for one so young. And yet, so perfectly suited. There is no hurt behind the cruelty, it is the obliviousness of a child with which he speaks. Not just to Ashenpaw, whose retorts put the kit's callousness to shame; Swanpaw has heard Singekit say far crueler things to far more gentle victims. He'll need to learn to hold his tongue, sooner or later.

And Ashenpaw has a very interesting idea for teaching the virtue of quiet. Swanpaw pipes up suddenly, turning to face the pair from where he's been all too quiet pulling old moss from old nests. "What a horrible fate..." he croons with a grave sort of pity. A sad glance of hooded eyes is cast upon the fire-touched kit, lingering as though assessing the damage. "Bugs in your lungs, how dire... Oh, I don't envy you, Singekit..." He gives a little shake of his head, mourning the pain that this poor kit is certain to suffer. It's a little cruel, perhaps, but the child will have to face worse cruelty in time. A little lie won't kill him. "You really ought to be more careful," is the final verdict given, spoken soft yet decisively, baby blue eyes imploring: Please, think before you speak. Even just once.

I WANNA BE HAUNTED ☁︎ I WANNA BE LOVED ! 【 11.22.23 】

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• "SPEECH"

• ☾ 　⁺　₊ 　⋆　SWANPAW.　APPRENTICE OF SHADOWCLAN.　HE / HIM / HIS.
  8 MOONS & AGES ON THE 17TH.　PENNED BY SATURNID.
  
  

  

  ☾ — A PALE, ELEGANT CREAM TABBY WITH PERIWINKLE BLUE EYES.

  
  HALFSHADE xx SMOGMAW. LITTERMATE TO APPLEPAW GARLICPAW & ASHENPAW. OLDER SIBLING TO THORNKIT HALFKIT TANGLEKIT & DREAMKIT.​

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[Snowlark.]

You've wasted your life, but thanks for applying​

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Snowkit had tucked herself away from Singekit's prying eyes, not wanting anything to do with the younger kit, and then... Ashenpaw and Swanpaw appeared, both tasked in cleaning the nursery which made both victims of the squeeching voice of Singekit. Yellow eyes narrowing a bit before she slipped into view.

"He won't listen, he might as well be deaf" she stated, words cool and icy. She felt no care for Singekit bothering Ashenpaw, as she did not find him as familiar as the pale apprentice, so she figured soon as the other had gotten involve to push her way into the picture. Annoyance burning in her yellow gaze towards Singekit.

"I wish Starclan had made him mute" her voice filled with a venomous tone in her normally soft voice. Perhaps the real reason she was so eager to leave the nursery and finally become an apprentice was because of Singekit, he made things ever so bothersome when it came to things and it had come to the point where Snowkit had found better ways to hide from the other. She had began waking up before the other, and just running away out of the nursery or somewhere else that was not in the others way. She felt bad that Swanpaw even had to set eyes on such a nuisance little creature. ​

"speak""Thoughts"​