camp PIED PIPER ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ bringing kits to camp

[Swansong]

⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ The specter of a molly weaves through the snow as if she was made for it, graceful paws gliding lightly across the dusting of frost. Tangled around her paws are a small pack of kittens, bristling and shivering. They tumble across the slush with no semblance of coordination - but they will learn in time. They show the mark of survivors, snapping teeth meeting Swansong's curious nose. Even now, as they nip at her ankles, she does not mind. They will make fine warriors, in time.

And without any to care for them, they need a guide. She beckons them towards ShadowClan's camp with a sweeping tail. "Come, come... There is safety here, and warmth..." Death has already taken their mother, yet it had the kindness to send its emissary to protect those whose hearts it had claimed. Swansong will keep a close eye on these kittens. Someone has to.

She speaks gently as she herds them into the entrance of camp. "Names, you will need new names... It is... custom, here." They need clan names, if they are to be accepted. And clearly they are, if she has found them - fate would not have lead her paws to the wildlings otherwise. Her murmurings seem halfway only to herself, drifting through the air. A distant gaze sweeps across the kittens as she nudges them further into camp. A crowd will gather soon; she shields the kittens with her body, crouches low to speak to them. "Do you... have names yet, little ones...?" A proper introduction is in order, after all...

I FELL ASLEEP WITH A VISION ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ AND I ALMOST PULLED IT THROUGH‎

• follows from this thread, bringing in @PUPKIT @ROTKIT @Silentkit @tbdkit @tbdkit -
  
  additional (optional) tag for @Ternstar. since these kits are new joiners to shc!
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  "SPEECH"

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  SWANSONG ☾ she / they, warrior of shadowclan, 20 moons.
  ★ a pale, silky-furred cream tabby with tired blue eyes.
  ★ dreamy and detached, known for her perpetual sleepiness.
  ★ halfshade x smogstar, littermate to applejaw, garlicheart, & ashenfall.
  ★ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ★ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[SHARPSHADOW]

Swansong looks more ghost than cat in the midst of ShadowClan's gloom. She always does, really, but it seems even more real now, with the trail of lost spirits clinging onto her tail. It was the cats beside them that typically tethered them to reality, but this: five small, shivering, bright-eyed faces... It could be a procession to StarClan, really. Though, a StarClan warrior never struggled to find prey, she's sure. The sky was always bright, a moment outside of your camp probably didn't always spell chance for demise. It's the opposite of StarClan, really. Some spiritual guide that made Swansong.

She seemed pretty sure of herself, though. She doesn't even call for anybody, doesn't say anything to anybody... She just dips her head, her words not for ShadowClan, but for the kits. All— all five of them. Good StarClan.

Sharpshadow doesn't say anything for a little bit. Just... gawks, and half-hopes Swansong would smile, say, just kidding, and reveal all five of the scraps to just be remarkably convincing replicas made of chewed up twigs. Or maybe like, four of them? One real kit wouldn't be end of the world... Of course, that's about as likely as Ternstar making it to Greenleaf.

Sharpshadow approaches ruefully, a frown heavy-set on his maw. " Uh, " He doesn't have it in him to even pretend this could possibly be anything else. " Is this... what I think it is? " He tries to look a little happier when he glances to the kits. It probably doesn't work. It's not their fault, obviously...