camp PART OF THIS WORLD [ kit intro ]

[claythorn]

The recovery after her birth had taken a few days- but after that, the rest was smooth enough. Her kits had fed (and fed, and fed,) and she was given two more. She considered all her own, and had been fiercely adamant in telling them as much. Dark-kit, Onyxkit, Sparrowkit, Eelkit, Dropletkit. A whole branch that had either come from her or survived off of her, and she could not be more proud that they were all alive and mostly well. (That, and when they repeated the rules back to her about not leaving camp or else, she was more then relieved.)

When did she become such a worry-bug? She didn't know, and supposed it didn't matter. Claythorn squinted out at the light, turning back into the nursery she had spent a good few day in. Ears twiched as she surveyed each of her kits, sitting down. When she spoke, her tone was gentle but firm- one she reserved for setting expectations or rules. "Remember the rule about not leaving camp. Do not be rude to your clanmates. You don't have to make friends, but you should." Claythorn said. Vision swept across them all one more, and when she got a resounding 'yes' from her kits, did she stand and lead them into camp.

It was a bustling day- greenleaf was just about over, and it was cooler in the mornings. Slightly overcast today, just enough to kill the heat from the mane that her blood-kits had inherited. Claythorn moved just a hint away from the nursery and sat, watching all five kits tumble out or at least peek into the world they were born into.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ┌── THOSE FIVES WORDS IN MY HEAD ⋅❁⋅ YOU SAID ILL NEVER LET YOU GO! ──┐‎

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  @DARK-KIT @SPARROWKIT @eelkit @DROPLETKIT @ONYXKIT
  / NOT a pafp, so go ham!!
  

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• CLAYTHORN she/her, queen of riverclan, sixteen moons.
  ⭃ LH chocolate torbie with mismatched golden eyes, scars across her right cheek and over her left ear. cold exterior and threatening glares, built for stamina/battle and not swimming (tall/muscled)
  ⭃ mentored by darkbranch (npc) / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ mated to otterbite / / mother to dark-kit, onyxkit, sparrowkit, eelkit, dropletkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[shellpaw]

claythorn is out of the nursery. it feels as though she’d not seen the molly in moons, the forever - presence of her dichromatic gaze concealed behind leaf-fall swept lichen curtains — when shellpaw arrives back in camp, a warm blanket of familiarity drapes her at the sight of the molly nosing her herd of little kittens from sedge safety. her tail shoots up in greeting the moment her gaunt form high - steps through the willow entrance, curling a fountain of dovey lilac over the striped saddle over her spine and grinning wide around the bloated and pinkish flesh of the salmon she’d caught. excitement and curious wonder flood her still expression — those were hers and her mates. they looked like it ; she can pick otterbite’s coloring, claythorn’s rich mane, the thickness and thinness of their coats and the curls in their whiskers.

the nursery was bustling with claythorn’s motley litter and robinheart’s growing young ones . . the emptiness in absence of iciclefang and her kin had not lasted. greenleaf, however, had been plentiful — and with plentiful prey, her belly does not twist and growl as she merrily skips the way towards where her kits now wriggle and weave and toddle at her heels. once close enough, she will aim to bonk her forehead against the queen’s shoulder, ” c ‘ aytorn! “ shellpaw chimes, a slurred purr around river - sheening scales she seems to notice only after singing it aloud. sheepishly, she drops her catch, ” this is — this is for you, i caught it myself. i didnt, um! think you’d be out yet! hi, little babies! “ as if unable to physically stop herself, the girl sways her head away from the queen and trills a hoarse greeting to the little ones milling at their mother’s side, blinking slow and happy, ” are you excited to be, to be out here? you guys are growing sooo so fast, you’ll be bigger than me in no time! “ it was like just yesterday, they were blind and deaf and crying in the cricket - song night . . just like with her little siblings, the evolution brings stars of awe to rheumy eyes.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ° 𓇼 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

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  SHELLPAW 𓆉 SHE / HER. TEN MOONS OLD, APPRENTICE OF RIVERCLAN, MENTORED BY LICHENSTAR ; SMELLS LIKE SALT & RIVER BLOOMS. HAZECLOUD xx LICHENSTAR, NIECE TO SMOKESTAR. 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 and plush enough to conceal the juts of malnutrition beneath. tufted 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 cold pink - purple at tender paws and nose tell a lifetime of sickness, further made obvious by the feathering weakness in half - whispered tones.
  

  CHRONICALLY ILL ; prone to wheezing, nose at a constant drip from longterm illness - induced nasal polyps. not contagious.

  
  

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[DROPLETKIT]

Today was the day! Dropletkit and their siblings would be released past the confines of the nursery entrance (which admittedly, they hadn't even really peered out of) and would be introduced in to the rest of the world. First of all, their mama had some rules for them beforehand, which wouldn't be hard at all to follow. She doesn't like upsetting her mother.

"Okay, mama. Love you!" Dropletkits voice responds to their mothers instructions, the little kitten stumbling over her paws as she arches her back to brush against Claythorns legs as she passes. Except, Droplet does not stray far. The camp is far and wide and too many bodies stray too close to them and their siblings. Too many gazes bore in to her. I wanna go back! This place is much too bright. Once, Droplet had been curious about the light casted in to the nursery den. Now, they want nothing more than the dimness of it.

"Ah....!" panicked, Dropletkit swings their head towards Claythorn as Shellpaw draws close to their mother... And then bumps her head against her. She drops something against the ground and Dropletkit jumps; in the overcast daylight, their eyes water, and in the blurriness something shiny shines on the thing that the other girl had brought. It's pretty, but its bright.

Hi, little babies! It's too loud and very sudden. Dropletkit tucks themself deeper behind Claythorn, only hesitantly peering out from behind her safe haven. "Umm..." their voice is caught in their throat. "Who...?" Dropletkit's voice is nothing more than a hushed whisper, but something catches their eye- "Oh, pretty!" despite watery eyes, they can make out the vague shape of something on the newcomers head. Blurred purple and green, but theyre easy on the eyes, and so is the stranger, with their lighter lilac colors, and pretty stripes, so maybe... They're not that bad?

A sudden surge of confidence overcomes her. Droplet hesitantly makes their way out from besides Claythorn, because if mama didn't have an adverse reaction to the girl, then Dropletkit has to be just as brave, too. She tries to mimic her mamas stance for just a second before she gives up, slightly slouched over and trying to blink the water out. "Whats that? Whats this?" a paw tries to point out the blotch of color on Shellpaws head, and then turns towards the creature she had dropped. So many new things to explore... Maybe she doesn't want to go back just yet.

𝖢𝖮𝖬𝖤 𝖮𝖭 𝖮𝖴𝖳, 𝖫𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖶𝖠𝖸 ݁˖ ❀ ⋆｡˚ 𝖫𝖤𝖳 𝖴𝖲 𝖲𝖤𝖤 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖧𝖮𝖬𝖤 𝖨𝖭 𝖮𝖴𝖱 𝖣𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖬𝖲

• ❥ dropletkit
  ❥ afab demi-girl .☘︎ ݁˖ she/they .☘︎ ݁˖ 2 months
  ❥ riverclan kit .☘︎ ݁˖ adopted by claythorn & otterbite
  ❥ fluffy albino she-kit with dusty rose colored eyes .☘︎ ݁˖ very soft & fuzzy
  ❥ "speech, F3C4C5" .☘︎ ݁˖ thoughts
  ❥ single .☘︎ ݁˖ too young to consider love
  ❥ smells like flowers & milk .☘︎ ݁˖ distant nostalgia
  ❥ penned by chuff

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[DARK-KIT]

Finally. After what felt like an eternity, they were finally old enough to be allowed out of the nursery. The den had started to feel more like a cage in the last few weeks, and he was practically itching to explore the real world. Unlike his sister, Dark-kit had impatiently sat at the mouth of the nursery every day, watching the warriors and apprentices of the clan come and go as free as the birds in the sky. And now, it was his turn! One step closer to becoming the mightiest warrior Riverclan had ever seen!

He was glad that his mom wasn't making a big deal out of it. The boy wasn't sure he could take anymore doting. He practically bounced with excitement as he and his siblings waited for Claythorn to finish her speech, though he admittedly wasn't paying much attention. He knew not to leave camp. He knew not to be rude (though he never made any promises). "You don't have to make friends, but you should." Pfft, who needed friends when you had an epic destiny waiting for you? "Yes momma, we know," he muttered grumpily, but he couldn't keep a smile from inching onto his face.

At last, they were released! Dropletkit seemed content to stay near Claythorn, but as soon as he was allowed, the ebony-furred kitten tore out of the nursery and sprinted through the camp. He bounced through the legs of passing clanmates, ignoring their huffs and chiding as he zoomed from one corner of the clearing to the other. This is amazing! The air smelled sooo much better out here, and he didn't have to fight for space with his siblings. He had all the room in the world to exhaust himself. But a new face had just wandered up to his momma, and his interest was stolen.

Dark-kit sped towards his sister, tail stick-straight in the air as he skid to a halt next to her. He arrived in time to hear Shellpaw's melodic greeting, and his ears pinned back against his skull as he felt his skin heat at her attention. "Mmm, 'ts okay," he mumbled nonchalantly in reply, trying to look cool for their pretty visitor. He glanced over at her, frowning slightly at the insinuation that he was small. He wasn't small, he was big and strong! What did she even know? "Weeell you're not very big, so it won't take long," he pouted.

His amber gaze dropped to the salmon that Shellpaw had brought. His brow furrowed for the smallest of seconds before he grinned toothily, suddenly dropping into a clumsy crouch in front of Dropletkit. "This is an emeny! An - uh - an enemy! You gots t' kill it, like this!" He growled as fiercely as his little lungs could manage, arching his spine and puffing up with already-messy fur. He darted out a lightning-quick paw, claws unsheathed to prod at the dead fish.

"Oh- eugh!" He startled backwards when his paw made contact with slimy scales, eyes flashing with disgust but he quickly screwed his face back into a fierce snarl and launched himself back at his opponent. Gangly legs wrapped around the salmon, which was far bigger than even the oversized kitten. "DIE, MONSTER!" he yowled dramatically before sinking his teeth into its back, hind paws kicking at its limp body furiously and his eyes watering at the fishy taste. He would conquer this foul foe, if it was the last thing he ever did!

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• DARK-KIT ✦ he / him, kitten of riverclan, 2 moons
  ⭃ lh black / black tabby chimera w/ yellow eyes and a "lions mane" // big and stocky
  ⭃ claythorn x otterbite // littermate to sparrowkit and onyxkit
  ⭃ adoptive brother to eelkit and dropletkit
  ⭃ single, crushing on no one // mentored by no one
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted // underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by limerence ↛ @limericks. on discord, feel free to dm for plots

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[BLACKPAW]

Diable can't imagine what it must be like for Clan kits to leave the nursery den for the first time at last. Two moons is often when they remain strictly within it, she recalls a queen had answered to her when asked how long the new kits must stay in confinement. To finally enter into the real world of greater wonders and possibilities after a long time of waiting in little space and light... It is an immense relief Diable can still understand, with herself escaping from her darkest place before reaching true lights of the sun and moon and stars...

Diable chews onto a stick she had found recently, letting the jaw muscles ache to focus on instead of the creeping memories. With curiosity, she watches from the side as Claythorn reminds the common rules to the five kits, smaller than herself, yet with a shared vast drive to learn and live in this world. Diable contemplates approaching to them. The strong energy that a few younglings have, such as Dropletkit and Darkkit, is overwhelming while she so rarely gets to see in those at their age. Her littermates were never like this.

Exhaling a shaky sigh, she still pads closer, wanting to take part of their special time when they are free to at least some degree for now. "Hello, everyone," Diable greets gently. Her lips twitch into a small smile at Dropletkit asking Shellpaw about the flower adored her. She plans to answer, but jolts slightly as Darkkit states an enemy in the offered salmon's presence, soon biting into its back. Amusement twinkles across her eyes. "Impressive move, Darkkit! I can see you'll turn out to be a mighty warrior one day."

Diable shuffles her paws after she offers Darkkit a kind comment, the genuine warmth present deep in every word. She have seen only mere glimpses of these kits' growth during her short aching days being in RiverClan, being able to sleep in the nursery after she recovered at the medicine from her own near death experience. Indeed, is it exciting to see the potentials they will all unravel along with herself across the time. Diable believes they will all be able to move forward, making RiverClan glint more brighter than ever.

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OOC. Retro to Blackkit's name change ᵎ

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[BEEFANG]

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ — It seemed that today Claythorn would be out from the confines of the nursery with her brood and Beefang finds herself quite curious about them, there's a warm feeling that tickles her whenever kittens leave the nursery for the first time as it reminds her of better times when she had been younger. She can faintly recall everything as time goes on but once the five kittens toddle out from the safety of the nursery, the young warrior pushes herself to her paws removing herself from the medicine den and taking a few steps forward.

The sight of the lively kittens makes her ears angle forward with a tinge of interest and her mind wanders to small what ifs, a life where perhaps she and Moonbeam would've brought forth a litter of their own. These daydreams of hers are truly rare nor she shares them with her life-long best friend as she finds them far too sappy and it's a code that would've been broken if such a farfetched thing ever happened. She imagines a little Buddingkit or Minnowkit named after the light of her life, her moon that casts itself in the night sky, and perhaps a Fireflykit after Cicadaflight for their shared love of starbugs when they had been younger.

These thoughts dispersed just as quick as they came as her lone eye focuses onto the lilac pelt of her kin that bumps her head against the queen's shoulder and drops her catch of salmon for Claythorn. The sight of Dropletkit reminds her of Moonbeam in a way except the little one's eyes are a rosy pink instead of the warm amber that Beefang stares into day and night. She looks ready to bolt back into the nursery but her curiosity weighs down her anxiety and she begins to ask Shellpaw questions. Now, the kitten that interests her the most is the black tabby with a mane much like his mother and Beefang has to bite down a snort of amusement at his comment towards her cousin. This one she likes is what she decides.

He seems eager to attack the stilled form of a salmon and it makes Beefang ponder if he would be apprenticed when her own graduated, this one has the making of a true Riverclan cat, and she finally settles onto her haunches recalling how Roepaw as a kitten seemed to be glued to his mother's side when he first set a paw outside. Now, that Swiftfire is exiled and out of the picture so that she wouldn't coddle her kitten anymore... Beefang could truly make actual progress in his training and her gaze shifts to the other kit that walks over that doesn't belong to Claythorn. Moonbeam had mentioned the small thing had been drenched and had, of course, lived under the care of her talented mate.

She snaps her attention to the mismatched queen and parts her jaws to speak "How are you feeling?" It's polite and admittedly, the young warrior had been concerned about all the blood the queen had lost during her kitting. She still remembers when the same had happened to Lilybloom but she had died to give life to her kittens... "You must have your paws full at all times," Bee muses trying to, at least, commit to making small talk... She'd have Roepaw catch something for Claythorn and her brood later.

DROWN IN YOUR SORROW AND FEARS ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ CHOKE ON YOUR BLOOD AND YOUR TEARS

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  WARRIOR SKILLSET;
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ HUNTING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧ TRACKING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧ COMBAT
  — ✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧ STEALTH
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧ STRATEGY
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ SWIMMING
  — ✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ CLIMBING
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  ✦ a shorthaired black smoke molly w/low white and a singular amber eye
  ✦ oftentimes comes off as untrusting of those around her, closed off, and not the easiest to engage in conversation with, she's not easy to befriend. distrusting of outsiders and will snap at you if y/c walks up to her on her blind side. all her opinions are IC only.
  ✦ 14 moons old; ages the 10th every month
  ✦ asexual homoromantic; mated to moonbeam
  ✦ currently mentoring... roepaw ; formerly mentored by smokestar
  ✦ firstborn daughter of cicadastar and smokestar
  ✦ sister of cicadaflight and loveburn
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[claythorn]

Her kits share a chorus of agreements- some happier then others. Dropletkit's proclomation pulls free a rare purr, nose dropping down to the kit's temple as she pressed to her leg. "And I you, my little raindrop." Claythorn soothed. Her eyes lifted, worry already crinkling the corner of her eyes as she watched Dark-kit scamper off. She utters a soft apology to a warrior who gives her a stink-eye, though it was a flare of anger that followed. Touch a hair on his head...

Shellpaw seemed to have snuck up on her. Dropletkit's soft gasp is what alerted her, Claythorn's mismatched goldens snapping to the smaller- then relaxed as her head bonked against her shoulder. She too reached out to tap her nose to Shellpaw's forehead. "Shellpaw." She greeted warmly, tail swaying with the soft breeze. Vision shifted towards the fish, and a soft breath left her in appreciation. ".. Thank you." She thanked softly. It was difficult to say you didn't need to do that and instead give gratitude for things she was able to do but moons ago.

Nearly instinctively did her tail turn and sweep around her paws, tucking Dropletkit close to her body. "Dropletkit, this is Shellpaw." Claythorn said quietly- vision lifted towards Shellpaw's head, and she is amused for but a moment as Dark-kit barrels close once more. A chuff of amusement left the queen as she watched her young give Shellpaw a measure of attention. Her ear twitches towards Blackkit in greeting as her young barrels onto the prey and cries out at the feeling of the fish. A snort follows, one of genuine laughter. "Well done, Dark-kit. This is something you'll learn to love- it's prey." She instructed softly. Beefang is one of the next to grow closer.

Mismatched goldens snapped up to meet with the other's seemingly at the same time. Beefang breaks the silence that had threatened to begin. "Feeling? Better. It was... exhausting, for a long time. That was close." Her voice is quiet, restricted to those that were around when she gave birth- Beefang, Shellpaw. Luckily, the conversation shifts, and Claythorn can relax. "They know when to behave themselves, luckily enough." She meowed, vision turning back towards Dropletkit and Dark-kit. "But they are each individual, and I'm excited to see how they grow." Her tone is mirthful, warm, as she references her kits.

Claythorn looked towards Beefang, towards Shellpaw. "Is everyone behaving themselves on patrols?" She asked, ever-worried about the state of the other clans.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ┌── THOSE FIVES WORDS IN MY HEAD ⋅❁⋅ YOU SAID ILL NEVER LET YOU GO! ──┐‎

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• CLAYTHORN she/her, queen of riverclan, sixteen moons.
  ⭃ LH chocolate torbie with mismatched golden eyes, scars across her right cheek and over her left ear. cold exterior and threatening glares, built for stamina/battle and not swimming (tall/muscled)
  ⭃ mentored by darkbranch (npc) / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ mated to otterbite / / mother to dark-kit, onyxkit, sparrowkit, eelkit, dropletkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[lichenstar]

✦　˚ 　✧ ˚　.˚　✦ 　✦

CLAIM THE BURIAL I SEEK IN DREAMS FLOWING RIVER CEMETARY ✧

• In the war that hunts queens, Lichenstar had always been a cowardly observer. Her presence at Hazecloud's side had been stressful and unrewarding, burdened by loss and pain. Claythorn's own internal combat had been grisly, if the yowls and alarming silence after were any indication and she'd worried. Moonbeam's promises of health and well-being returned with rest were enough to satiate her fears, so she'd walked away and offered the stony molly the privacy she deserved.
  
  The idea that she could claim a space in Claythorn's growing life felt selfish and arrogant... The blue lynx point wanted to avoid overcrowding the new mother, especially when so many of the clan's members were antsy to meet the newest litter.
  
  Seeing them outside of the nursery sends an excited shiver down her spine, staring from across the clearing with wide eyes. They flood the camp like a tidal wave, rushing to go about their exploration with adoring stares towards their mother. A pained smile wiggles onto her face, missing moments of such carelessness... when her own were that small. When every little thing they did felt like magic.
  
  Creeping closer, hesitant, the excuse of Shellpaw's presence is a welcome one, followed swiftly by Beefang. Her whiskers twitch excitedly, fondly skipping her attention over the tiny adventurers before finding the split-toned face of Claythorn once again. She asks after patrols of all things... and the molly can't help but offer an amused snort, "Already... getting restless," they ask, "The borders are.... just fine." It crosses her mind to compliment her, or offer to babysit or... something.. but the options hang on her tongue like a lead weight so she just awkwardly hangs in silence instead.
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  speech hex code ✧ #6368A5
  ooc notes ✦
  tagging ✶
  penned by tieirlys
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[SPARROWKIT]

The rules are simple enough. Sparrowkit has no trouble obeying her mother now — she has never had much of a desire to explore beyond the nursery's walls. Everything she could ever need was already housed inside, after all. Claythorn, her siblings... Otterbite didn't often linger, which put a churning feeling in the girl's veins, but it wasn't something she recognized as outright negative. It's just the way things are. She's okay with that.

Don't leave camp. Don't be rude. She repeats these instructions back to herself as she dares to step outside of the nursery's mouth, trailing silently after her siblings. Dark-kit and Dropletkit are quick to make a rambunctious name for themselves. Sparrowkit seems nearly their opposite. Timid and trailing, she crouches amid her mother's fur, sharp molten eyes wide and observant, turned upon the other RiverClanners with a hint of fear for the things that are new. Don't leave camp. Don't be rude. She can do it.

Sparrowkit flinches away from Shellpaw's catch. The fish drops to the earth with a great dead flop, and quickly Dark-kit is upon it, and Sparrowkit wonders if she should be attacking it, too, because Claythorn is praising Dark-kit for his hunting instinct and meanwhile Sparrowkit is just standing there with her shoulders bristled, and she feels very unimpressive. Her brows furrow.

She would like to do something impressive herself, but there are no more dead fish to bludgeon, and so she thinks she will have to opt for a different kind of skill. It is fortunate that an opportunity presents itself in the form of Lichenstar: RiverClan's unicorn queen, a mythical molly that Sparrowkit holds in high regard, mostly because that is what she has been told to do, despite never meeting the leader before. She has been blessed by the stars with more lives than Sparrowkit could dream of having. This is what Claythorn and Otterbite tell her, anyway. Having more than one life has always seemed a dubious miracle to the girl, but the proof is in the pudding: Lichenstar can live through what other cats cannot.

The lilac-dotted kitten appears at Lichenstar's ankle. "I'm Sparrowkit," she introduces, chin tilted upwards. Her molten eyes gleam with the simple desire for attention. "The borders are really good right now," she supplies, because she is quite worldly, and she thinks this would probably be true. "And the nursery is really good, too. And the river, I think." Lichenstar would certainly come to her for all future news updates, wouldn't she?

𝐈 𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 ( 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 ) !

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• SPARROWKIT —— kit of riverclan . claythorn x otterbite . littermate to onyxkit and dark-kit, adopted sibling to eelkit and dropletkit ✦ penned by meghan
  
  ✦ a tiny black and lilac tabby chimera with low white and fierce amber eyes. studious, dismissive, and solitary. has a fierce passion for riverclan. if befriended, a friend for life.
  ✦ amab trans girl / she her pronouns / 02 moons & ages every 26th
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— will start fights / will not flee / may show mercy. a kitten, she can hardly defend herself, but that will not stop her from picking fights with other kits. will fight until she has no fight left to give, even just for play.
  
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, all opinions are in character
  ✦ full biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  

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[eelkit]

While her siblings stick close to their mother or wander around for conversation, Eelkit has no interest in such things right now. What she does have an interest in, instead, is seeing as much as she possibly can, but on her own terms. As soon as they’re released from the nursery, Eelkit slips away like a shadow, her small, fluffy form moving with an eerie grace that almost goes unnoticed. Her path is already set, straight for the entrance of the camp.

She pauses just a whisker-length before the camp entrance, her wide eyes drinking in the world beyond. The vastness of it pulls at her, igniting the quiet flame of curiosity deep within. It’s so, so big—bigger than anything she’s ever imagined. She knows she’s not allowed to step outside yet, but the thrill of being so close to something forbidden makes her heart race. She inches forward, her paws barely brushing the ground as she leans in just a little more, her gaze flickering across every detail of the world outside. The rustle of leaves, the distant hum of unseen life—it all beckons to her, tempting her to defy the rules.

But Eelkit knows better. There’s a time for breaking rules, and that time isn’t now. Once she’s satisfied that she’s seen as much as she can from here, she pulls back with a soft sigh of longing. Her attention shifts, and she begins a slow, deliberate exploration of the camp, her movements fluid and careful. Her sharp gaze catches every detail—the worn paths from countless pawsteps, the way the sunlight filters through the branches overhead, the subtle shifts in the wind that carry with it the scents of her clanmates, the quiet buzz of conversation from the many corners of camp.

She doesn’t need to speak or engage with anyone; for now, she’s content to observe, blending seamlessly into the background. No one would notice the silent little kit watching them from the shadows, and that’s just the way she likes it. Eelkit absorbs it all, storing the knowledge away like precious treasure, her mind always a few steps ahead, planning, waiting—what for, even she's not sure, but she would rather have as much knowledge as possible so she's always prepared for any situation. For her, that includes, listening in on any and all conversations she can hear.​