camp PLAY KEEP AWAY // escape?

[RAMKIT]

[ pls wait for one of the following! @LAMBKIT @SLATESNARL @Orangestar ]

She... thinks she's getting the hang of this, now. The minute differences in living greatly adjust her quality therein, but they are things she cannot name so clearly. Gradually the noises around her become subtly louder, clearer even (she cannot decipher where and when words start and end - but she can tell her mother from her father, no doubt.) Her weight is hefty but she can gather her paws beneath herself and crawl aimlessly, rather than roll about on her round tummy. And now...

A tongue draws across her face before the warmth in her nest leaves. This happens intermittently, but the tragedy that is never fades. Where are you going...? I'm still here, you've forgotten me! She lets out a sharp mewl of frustration, her claws flexed into the material of her nest. And Raccoonkit (the name is and isn't hers; familiarity in the moniker is not hers to hold yet,) opens her eyes. They are crusted, watery too, and she squeaks out her protest at the new sense. But... there's light, and there's a shape disappearing into the light. Her mother's scent follows it. Her mother.

Determination to not be left behind fuels her short, kitten limbs. She wobbles onto her paws, and splays out again soon after. Another wail as she tumbles into Lambkit, likely stirring her brother too if he had not already been awake. She tries again, emulating the stubborn nature of her father, and makes it a few steps out of the nest before falling flat on her features once again. Longer moments, longer heartbeats as she gathers her breath, and again - stubbornly again.

"Mew!" A bobbly kitten head, striked with coal and amber, pokes from beneath the shelter of the bush. Oh, it's so bright out here. It makes her squint and shy away, but the leaving scent of her mother, her safety presses her forth. Another loud, "Mew!" as she again takes a dragging step, fully intending to expell every ounce of energy she has in order to find Orangestar once more. I'm on my way, don't forget me!
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[LAMBKIT]

He is jolted out of an easy sleep by the sensation of another crashing into him. He wakes with a start, his own tiny body lurching with surprise, with panic at the sudden and forceful contact and something else… a new sense. In his shock, his baby blue eyes had flung themselves open wide. It’s not perfect, his new vision, but he can finally see the world around him. "MEW! MEW!" he cries out, jaws parted wide as he waits for his mother to rasp her tongue over his ears and mutter in that soothing tone he was slowly starting to become familiar with. But he quickly realizes she’s not there. In fact, no one is there.

Panicked, he swings his small head around with sluggish movements and just in time he sees his sister moving away from the nest they share. Just in time not to be left behind. Determined, he follows her lead and quickly catches up, though there is no shortage of frustrated cries coming from his lips as he does.

-ˋˏ ༻❁✿❀༺ ˎˊ- but I’d stand in the garden with you

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  LAMBKIT SKYCLAN KITTEN ; HE / HIM
  SLATE X ORANGESTAR LITTERMATE TO TBNKIT ; HALF BROTHER TO CHERRYBLOSSOM, OWLHEART, GLIMMERSUN, TAWNYCLAW & EGGBOUNCE
  

  A fluffy cream coated tom with mismatched white socked toes, a white marking blazing a trail down his face, and striking blue eyes.

  ✿ easy in battle + no formal training
  ✿ difficult to befriend
  ✿ Peaceful + healing power-play allowed, anything else with permission only
  

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[VENUSKIT]

Sitting outside of the nursery, the girl's attention is drawn by the mewling of the much younger kittens, and she spins around just in time to see the pair waddling about. "Are they supposed to be outside? Hey their eyes are open now!" The question is directed to the nearest apprentice or warrior who would know the answer, only to be immediately distracted by the observation that their eyes were now open! Was that how she too had been?
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NEVER WAS THERE EVER A GIRL SO PRETTY 𖤓 SAY ITS GONNA BE ALRIGHT

• ooc. — ​

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• VENUSKIT
  ↪ venuskit / cisgender female (she/her)
  ↪ 02 moons / ages one month on the ninth
  ↪ kit of skyclan
  ↪ lh black tortoiseshell smoke
  ↪ peaceful && healing actions may be powerplayed !! / attack in underline & @/account
  ↪ tags / toyhouse / penned by halimede
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[Orangestar]

For the sake of her defence, Orangestar must note that she was only absent for a few moments. Any cat must make dirt at some point, including leaders and mothers, but it would seem that there is an overlap in the two that meant any spare lonely heartbeat would give way to chaos. Her kits are freshly fed, though their confused mewling at her departure makes her heart ache; she doesn't want to think too much about how they will react to their change in carer sometime in the next quarter moon.

Refreshed, she looks upon the mouth of her den, and the only thing she can muster is a sigh at the sight of her two squirming, mewling kittens outside of their carefully curated home. Her tail flicks, resignation setting in, and she crosses camp at a brisk trot. If they were like this as quarter-moon-old kits, she doesn't want to think about how quickly they would escape camp as they grew.

"Come on, le ..." She trails off into thoughtful silence at the sight of kitten-blue eyes, perhaps clued in by Venuskit's mew, expression softening slightly. Oh. Orangestar moves her tail to block their eyes from the brightest sun, but doesn't immediately usher the two back inside. She was here now. They could explore a little bit.

ooc ✧ 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦

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  [ art by pin ]
• ORANGESTAR ✧ she/her, leader of skyclan | six lives
  
  
  — "a scarred white-and-ginger she-cat with brown eyes."
  — mate to slatesnarl ; no apprentice
  — speech is in #D2977D
  — tags | penned by mercibun, contact on discord for plots.
  
  
  
  

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[Howlfire]

Since Orangestar had given birth, Howlfire had yet to meet the new arrivals. It wasn't through any lack of want, of course, but Howlfire had decided the leader likely didn't need all their clanmates fussing around them that weren't their kin. Certainly, the nursery was full enough with all the kits now making up it's numbers.

The lead warrior is admittedly surprised when she spots the two young kits by the nursery mewling loudly. Had Venuskit not spoken out loud, it was unlikely anyone would have missed their presence with how loud they were. Unsurprisingly, Orangestar appears not too long afterwards, likely drawn out by the sudden vanishing act of her children. She seems to debate ushering them back in inside, but stops, allowing them to explore and for any clanmates to greet them. Seeing that Venuskit had already spoken to them, Howlfire ventures over, looking at Orangestar warmly before casting her gaze upon the newest of SkyClan's number. "Hello there!" Howlfire cooed softly, absorbing all the little details about the new kits. They were sweet little things. "They're beautiful, Orangestar," Howlfire said. "What are their names?"​

 

[RAMKIT]

The kitten lets out another disgruntled mewl when she's joined by that of her brother, her own growing quieter now that he's here to tackle the brunt of their complaining. It was only moments, in truth, where the two lingered on the threshhold of the leader's den before Orangestar herself found them once more. But moments are long to little beings who've only experienced so many of them. And perhaps with a little too much frustration for her small body, when a white plumed tail hovers by her face, she reacts on instinct.

Milk teeth delve into the pine queen's fur, hardly parting the seas of white and red. A pitiful growl rips from her throat as she thrashes once, and then lets go to mewl once again. Her eyes, as glassy and foggy as before, part to look out from beneath the shade. She sees her mother, sees others in shapes and colors, and the sensory overload is quick to shut her eyes once again. Wobbly paws take Raccoonkit measures closer to her mother, seeking her warmth in this very hard time (the unknown and new is scary.)

She lingers beside Orangestar for the long thereafter, but once her mother casts her gaze towards her once more, the kitten will afford her mother a long look, eyes squinting upwards at the queen. Something like a smile ghosts her expression as she leans more of her weight into Orangestar, paws kneading whatever is in the space before them.
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[SLATESNARL]

Exhaustion wracks the great form of the Maine Coon much to his own dismay. His stubborn will to stay awake, to serve as a guard while his mate and kits rested, had ultimately succumbed to his body's own demand for slumber. Snores tremble through his broad maw like growls from a wolf, his body completely gripped by sleep — so much so that his son and daughter had slipped away from him without him noticing. However, it does not take long for their high-pitched mewls to penetrate his ears and prod him from his state. It had taken a few times, but a final passionate mewl from Raccoonkit encourages consciousness again.

Where was Ora? Where were the twins?

Amber eyes dart in a panicked manner around the leader's den, before he glances toward the entrance where the two wobbly figures are making their escape. Slatesnarl jumped to his paws, storming forth and ready to corral them back ( as well as deliver a scolding... even if they couldn't understand him ) when he spotted Orangestar as well as other clanmates admiring and cooing at the kits. The charcoal warrior's lungs gather themselves, chest heaving and falling from the sudden burst of effort, and he looks to the ginger-splashed leader, "I was sleepin', I didn't see 'em..."

When Orangestar lifts her tail, simply blocking the children from the sun and allowing them to look around, Slatesnarl furrows his brows in confusion. "Are we bringin' them back inside?" He asks his mate, assuming that they are still too young to explore. Something innate, something paternal perhaps, insists that they still required constant protection. They weren't ready to see the world yet.

A glance, uneasy, flicks to Howlfire as she softly utters to the curious little scraps. It isn't as if he distrusts her, or the rest of the clan, but... Slatesnarl resisted the urge to scoop them up and carry them into shelter. He supposes that the clan would have to meet them eventually. "The tom is Lambkit," Slatesnarl grunts, flicking his tail as a gesture toward the little cream tabby. "And the she-kit is..." He hesitates for a moment, making eye contact with Orangestar again and sighing, "Raccoonkit." That name still didn't feel right to him, but she had died giving birth to them... so he couldn't argue too much.

Suddenly, Raccoonkit chomps on her mother's tail. It can't possibly hurt too much; her teeth aren't grown in too much... if at all at this point. Still, the boldness of his daughter's "attack" spurs amusement within Slatesnarl. Raising his eyebrows, he tilts his head and half-jokingly suggests, "Or Fangkit...?"

𝟒𝟐𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐉𝐈𝐌 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑 ✹ . + ˚ · 𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐀 𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐋-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐆𝐔𝐍

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  — slatesnarl / 43 moons / he/him
  — skyclan warrior & former lead warrior
  — mate to orangestar / father to tbn & tbn
  — lh solid black maine coon w/ rusting, amber eyes. scars litter his form but are prominently present on his face.
  — click for tags

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[VENUSKIT]

The adults seem to have glossed over her presence, but still she sits there, watching the younger kittens with awe. Venuskit's tiny unmolded mind couldn't comprehend that she too had been that little once, not that long ago. "Lambkit and Racoonkit! I like those names!" Had she been older, more knowledgeable, her meow would have come with a comment about how much like the other clans their names sounded. To Venuskit, Skyclan was all that there was. Without any further knowledge about the world surrounding her, she would nod her head softly as she bends down slowly, trying to sniff the young kittens just like she'd seen the older cats do.
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NEVER WAS THERE EVER A GIRL SO PRETTY 𖤓 SAY ITS GONNA BE ALRIGHT

• ooc. — ​

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• VENUSKIT
  ↪ venuskit / cisgender female (she/her)
  ↪ 02 moons / ages one month on the ninth
  ↪ kit of skyclan
  ↪ lh black tortoiseshell smoke
  ↪ peaceful && healing actions may be powerplayed !! / attack in underline & @/account
  ↪ tags / toyhouse / penned by halimede
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[Howlfire]

Not long after Orangestar, Slatesnarl crept outside, clearly a bit more wary of their children being outside than Orangestar was, if his expression was anything to go by. Despite his expression, he does eventually reveal the names of his children, introducing them as Lambkit and...Raccoonkit. Well, that was certainly a choice, but it wasn't a bad name. Howlfire would actually be glad if there was some else with that name who wasn't her uncle.

"Hmm, Fangkit suddenly seems very appropriate," Howlfire chuckled, watching as young Raccoonkit chomped on Orangestar's tail. "Or maybe Bitekit, hmm?" Venuskit announces her approval of the names and Howlfire nods in agreement. They were fine names for a pair of fine kits .​

 

[Orangestar]

One torn ear twitches at the arrival of her mate. She is unbothered by Slatesnarl's non-apology, the barest inclination of her chin in a nod answering his meow. He had certainly been snoring when she'd departed their den; and he hadn't been curled around the kits, so it isn't surprising that he wouldn't have felt them shuffle off. Truthfully, she'd thought that her kits would make like their sire and stay well unconscious, but it had been a flimsy hope in the face of their young age.

"Gentle, Venuskit. Don't crowd them." While Orangestar's voice is firm, she isn't harsh with the order given to the curious tortoiseshell. Kits were learning, but as much as they would be learning how other kits smell, they would also need to learn to step back from the smaller ones for safety. There would be time for play later. "They'll be moving to the nursery soon, so you will be around them a lot more."

Between the Clanmates who had appeared, Orangestar exchanging a glance with Howlfire as she coos over the two from a distance, the leader does not notice the lurch of a tortoiseshell coat towards her plumy tail until-

"Ow."

The leader's retort, involuntary, is spurred by surprise rather than any real pain. Kitten-teeth are sharp, but her fur is thick enough where her daughter had taken a chance that they don't do much else than dent her skin. Amusement rises around her from the two warriors, Slatesnarl going so far as to suggest a new name for the tortie, and Orangestar grunts an affirmative.

"Fangkit certainly suits her much more than Raccoonkit does." Even then, she isn't entirely sure. She hadn't struggled in naming any of her other kits, not even Lambkit, though he had practically been destined for his name. Why was Fangkit's (already, it feels like a relief to refer to her as something new) different? Orangestar's eyes soften at her kit's kneading of the air between them, but she holds her tail just out of the way of tiny jaws now. "Nothing has felt right yet."

ooc ✧ 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦

•  
• 
  
  [ art by pin ]
• ORANGESTAR ✧ she/her, leader of skyclan | six lives
  
  
  — "a scarred white-and-ginger she-cat with brown eyes."
  — mate to slatesnarl ; no apprentice
  — speech is in #D2977D
  — tags | penned by mercibun, contact on discord for plots.
  
  
  
  

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