camp PAINT OURSELVES WITH SPIDER'S BLOOD ⁀➷ BUG HUNTING

[FALLOWBITE]

( ⁀➷ )　 Fallow is on a mission today. Waiting around in ThunderClan is boring, and she doesn't like any of the other kits, so she needs something better to do. Something she liked doing, before. None of the other cats would understand, not like her siblings would, so she sets off on her own, prowling the camp in search of her quarry.

She peers under leaves and between the blades of grass, topples pebbles and digs little holes, whittling the day away with her searching. It should be a competition, if she was doing it properly, but it's still fun on her own. It's not until the sun's painted the sky in shades of red, when her foster mother will soon be summoning her back to the nursery, that she finds it. Beneath a rock, painted in the same crimson as the sunset, the perfect prize.

Fallow slams a paw down quickly, pinning the insect beneath dark pads. "Gotcha!" she breathes triumphantly, watching as the little thing wriggles and writhes, its dozens of legs skittering fruitlessly and antenna twitching. This is a good one. She's definitely the winner of her little one-kit game.

WEARING CROWNS ⁀➷ OF TWIGS AND LEAVES 【 11.4.23 】

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• ˏˋ　°　•　*⁀➷ FALLOWKIT.　THUNDERCLAN KIT.　SHE / HER & IT / ITS.
  3 MOONS & AGES ON THE 1ST.　PENNED BY SATURNID.
  
  

  

  ➳ A SCARRED, POINTED BROWN MOLLY WITH PATCHY WHITE SPOTTING.

  
  NPC xx NPC. ADOPTED BY TANSYSHINE. ADOPTIVE SIBLING TO TIGERPAW & SHARDPAW.
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[FALCONHEART]

Days ago, he had turned around to find the kit following behind him, watching him intently. Its interest in him confused the apprentice, but he can’t deny that he’s also intrigued by her. She had been practically dropped into ThunderClan’s paws by a bird, and the claw marks across her back tell of her rough introduction to the clan. He feels a bit bad, knowing that such a young kit was brought into a strange clan with no prior knowledge of them. He knows that he’d be beyond terrified if he were in her place. So he takes every opportunity to greet her kindly, hoping to make himself a friendly face to one of the only clanmates who doesn’t already have a bad impression of him.

"Good catch. That’s a cool looking bug," the apprentice chimes in, careful as he crouches down to inspect the bug. Fallowkit seems pleased with its catch, and he offers it a smile. Practicing its hunting while it’s still a kit will set it ahead in its apprenticeship—he thinks, doesn’t remember himself spending much time on anything as a kit. He’d been preoccupied with finding others to entertain him when he was young, and as he thinks back to that time he can’t help but to cringe internally at his own kithood antics. He’d been really annoying as a kit. Nothing like Fallowkit, certainly. The brown kit is calm, if a bit timid, and Falconpaw finds them to be good company.

He smiles down at the kit, bright and friendly. There is no second-guessing of his words, or of his choice in them. He’s comfortable speaking to the younger feline, despite how unfamiliar she is. "Is that the first bug you’ve caught?" His tail flickers, curiosity in his blue-ringed eyes.​

[ find me way out there ]​

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[braveheart : ̗̀➛]

☀ . ° ✦ Bravekit is rather more oblivious to the patterns and behaviors of his denmates that tell him stay away or leave me alone. The rosette was far too full of energy and obnoxious youthful play to even consider that some of them may not even feel or behave the same. Especially when his near-twin and Foxkit were just like him in that degree. With enough time bouncing from one nest to another, playing 'the ground is a river', he was directed to leave his rambunctious play outside the nursery.

More hours pass and Bravekit is wearing a second coat of sand and dust from rolling about. The tufts of fur around his face are dressed with stray brittle twigs and a leaf here and there, but he doesn't seem to notice when he departed from his roughhousing to investigate Fallowkit. It shouted the success of a win, of course he couldn't ignore such a cry.

"Ooh, that bug looks icky. Super cool!" Since it was alive, Bravekit wondered what it would do next with the writhing bug. Eat it? Oh that would be gross! He didn't think Fallowkit would do anything like that with it, but what else was there?

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  BRAVEKIT — HE/HIM ･ 2 MOONS ･ THUNDERCLAN & KIT ･ PENNED BY beatae!

  A Longhaired chocolate tabby/blue tabby chimera with deep blue eyes. Very thick coat that tangles easily. Paws that seem too big for his little body. Wide fuzzy satellite ears.

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