camp PARADISE FOUND — kitsitting, prompt

[BLAZESTAR]

The impending birth of his third litter—his second, to most cats’ knowledge—has Blazestar yearning to connect with the Clans’ kits again. There’s young Pricklykit, inquisitive and bright; Fantastream’s kits, fresh from Twolegplace and scented strongly of kibble and their housefolk’s nests; Butterflytuft’s, meeker, but curious in spite of themselves. Blazestar lays his golden bulk just outside of the nursery, giving the queens a friendly wink. “Stretch your legs,” he purrs. “We’re going to play a game, and sharpen some skills besides.” His blue gaze searches the dark confines of the nursery, guarded by splintered bark and holly, and draws his head back.

“I’m a rogue who’s just broken into camp! What are you going to do?” He crouches so he’s closer to their level, at least, and bares his teeth in a mock snarl, his bottle-brush tail bristling behind him. He wants the kits to attack him—though he suspects he’ll regret it later.

[ prompt: Let the queens have a break—go babysit the kits and keep them entertained! ]

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[COFFEEPAW]

❝ SO GIVE ME COFFEE AND TV ————————————

He was beyond bored of sitting in the nursery with both his parents preoccupied. The little scrap was ready for a fly on the wall or anything at all. If it meant he didn't have to stay within the four walls of the nursery with his whiny sister. Sure, he loved her to bits but sometimes Coffeekit wanted to put leaves in her mouth. Growing bored of the games of pretend going on nearby the chubby tabby bounded toward the entrance of the holly peeking out just as Blazestar made his arrival. Delight spiked their fur up in haphazard ways and he nearly tripped backing up as the massive ragdoll stepped inside. Bending just to his level and egging the kit on with a bristling tail. It seemed the little troublemakers prayers had been answered.

Coffeekit's green gaze was blown wide with excitement and a squeal erupted from their maw as he bounced forward eager to climb upon the leader. "I'm gonna kick your tail!" Aiming to jump up onto the older tom's back near his neck and bat at his ears from behind. Voice booming with eagerness and laughter as he tried to stay steady. "Haha! Take that you rogue!" He hardly understood what a rogue was but Fantastream had definitely said something about them at some point. From what Coffeekit could gather they were bad guys out to hurt kits but he knew the leader would never do such a thing. Still the idea of playing pretend with Blazestar was enough to make him want to run circles for ages.

[penned by tasmagoric]

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[Hazelbeam]

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She loved these little furballs, it was so wonderful seeing them roaming the camp and getting into mischief. Butterflytuft's were much more mildmannered like their mother she had also observed similar to Blazestar but there was a fiestiness in Sangriakit and Coffeekit that could only come from Figfeather specifically. Hazelbeam had only just arrived in the camp, slinging her hat onto the branch she usually left it during her time there when she spotted the large and imposing figure of their gentle leader being mauled merciless under kitten teeth. Her ears flicked up in amusement, hearing how dutifully Coffeekit defended them from this horrible, horrible rogue who had suddenly attacked.
"Save us, Coffeeclaw! He's so terrifying and not at all shaped like a cloud!" The black and blue molly lay dramatically on the ground, a paw raised as if to hold a would-be attacker at bay and she made an expression of mock horror, "Who will defend SkyClan from this dreadul rogue?" Her light blue eyes darted to the nursery encouragingly, looking for where the other roaming kittens might be waiting or wandering about.
For as silly as it was, for all the games and fun they might have with this bit of play, it brought to mind the very real possibility of the rogues attacking their camp that sent an involunary shiver down her spine. She might not even be here when it happens, her twoleg had been especially adamant on latching doors and windows closed since leafbare and it was a wonder she got out at all as often as she had been.

★ such a wonder to be under her spell ———— ★ she's a woman in total control of herself

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  Hazelbeam
  —⊰⋅ Daylight Warrior of SkyClan
  —⊰⋅ She/Her
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  —⊰⋅ SH Black/Blue Chimera w/blue eyes
  - Does NOT wear her witch hat while hunting or on patrol.
  

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[Howlfire]

It was not so long ago that Howlfire sat in the nursery, her kits running around her playing harmless games such as these. Now her kits lie in the medicine den, scarred both physically and mentally. When she watches Blazestar herd the kits outside it is with a bittersweet lense, glad that some of the young of SkyClan will keep their innocence, but saddened that her own children had been deprived of it.

Still, she refuses to let these dark spirits linger long, joining Hazelbeam in trying to summon more of the kits outside. "Oh, I sure hope some brave warriors save us from this beast!" Howlfire pads over to Hazelbeam's fallen body, lowering her head as though in mourning. "Poor Hazelbeam."​

 

[SANGRIAPAW]

*✧･ﾟ Rogues, as the little she-kit understands, are the bad guys. They’re enemies who don’t live in SkyClan, but who want to hurt kits and apprentices, and even cats like her mom and Figfeather. But just because there’s rogues doesn’t mean that they can’t still come to SlyClan to visit, and Sangriakit likes visiting SkyClan!

Suddenly Coffeekit runs away from her, and the girl pouts dramatically. "Coffeekit, wait up!" She whines as she rushes after her brother—they haven’t finished hiding their den from the angry moon-badgers yet! But it seems there’s a bigger problem now, and Sangriakit tilts her head to the side nearly comically as Blazestar (who is, in fact, golden as the sunrise, just as Figfeather had described him) announces that he’s a rogue who’s broken into their camp. The girl thinks of Dogbite’s lessons in self-defense, and as her darker-furred sibling leaps at the leader, Sangriakit darts forward as well.

Hazelbeam, another cat who goes back and forth from the twolegplace just like they do, speaks up in a voice coated with fear. For a moment Sangriakit is confused—does she not understand that it’s just Blazestar? But that’s okay, since Sangriakit also didn’t know who Blazestar was at first. But he’s big and fluffy, and he couldn’t hurt a fly, ever, so maybe the black and white warrior is just playing pretend like the rest of them are. "Don’t worry, Hazelbeam, we’ll save you! You’re goin’ down, rogue!" She cries out, lunging for the large tom’s front legs. Her pinprick claws remain sheathed, just like Fantastream taught her to play with Coffeekit when they wrestle, but she bats at Blazestar’s paw as though they aren’t. She’s barely even bigger than his paw, but she attacks it without mercy. If he was really a rogue, she would probably shout and cry—for Figfeather, then Fantastream—but right now, Blazerogue doesn’t stand a chance.​

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[wolfpaw!]

Wolfpaw, though not free of her medicine den shackles, has been bolder about wandering camp lately. Today she clings to her mother, joining her in watching the kit games that Blazestar initiates. Cobwebs wrap up her forearm, exposing the slimness of her frame beneath all of her fluff, though her eye is the more notable of her injuries. Scored through with a scabbed scar and covered with a generous amount of cobwebs, the torbie watches the kits bowl into her grandfather with a glazed stare. She can't judge the distance between them and herself; she finds it hard to even know how big they are now, though compared to Blazestar, anyone could look small.

Wolfpaw leans against Howlfire's side, feathered tail low against the earth. Is this what I looked like? She doesn't say it, but her expression is stony; somber. Necessary though it may be, something about the game doesn't sit right with her. Howlfire joins in and Wolfpaw feels as though she should, too, but the fantasy of the game is too close to her own reality. The young girl turns away, making a wobbly beeline for her medicine den nest.

/ in & out!

𝐈 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐍 ☾ 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐔𝐏 𝐂𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆

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  — wolfpaw
  — she / they / he ; apprentice of skyclan
  — longhaired lilac torbie with piercing yellow eyes
  — "speech" ; thoughts
  — avatar by tropics; signature by dreamydoggo
  — penned by meghan

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[Daisypaw]

Daisykit was no stranger to games obviously, playing various different things through her life, and although she was cold due to the gross nature of leafbare the kit found herself stumbling forward when the opportunity arose to play with Blazestar of all cats. He was the leader, a cat that was busy and didn't have time for things like games and had to do big leader stuff - or so she'd been told - and now he was playing with them! She watched as the large tom bent down in a crouch, watching as tail fluffed out and quickly she found her eyes widening and a big smile on her maw as she rushed forward. "Wait for me!" The small blue moggie would call out as she moved closer, finally coming to a stop just within the small group of kittens and jumping, she'd land in a haphazard crouched position, mock growl leaving her throat as she looked towards the leader once more.

"You're gonna get it, stinky rogue! You'll regret messing with SkyClan!" And with that she'd move forward once more, and in her excitement forgot about being gentle and would aim to bite Blazestar's ear not hard enough to break skin, though with her small teeth if she were to be successful it'd be known to sting and pinch.

CAUGHT YOU RED 🌺 HANDED IN THE BISCUIT TIN

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  ♡ SH blue w/low white & blue eyes
  ♡ cannot properly control emotions
  ♡ born november 8, 2023. ages realistically
  ♡ sexuality unknown ; interested in no one
  ♡ adopted by Butterflytuft and Dandelionwish
  ♡ sister to Weedkit and Fluffykit
  ♡ easy to befriend ; easy to upset
  ♡ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ♡ peaceful powerplay allowed

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