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It was not so long ago that Vinekit and her siblings had been born, and now here they are finally out of the nursery, learning more about the world around her. The young kitten still isn't quite sure about about camp life and all these new cats she wasn't familiar with; she wants to learn and discover more, though the prospect of such is still a little daunting for her expanding child mind.

Vinekit isn't sat too far from Rattleheart's watchful gaze when she spots an unfamiliar cat sitting nearby. Her parents had gently encouraged her to get to know her clanmates, though Vinekit wasn't really sure how. Did she just say hello? Did she ask them to play a game? Oh, it was all so confusing! Instead, Vinekit settles for staring at the older cat, taking note of their appearance and how they carried themselves, wondering what sort of life they lived. She was staring so intently, pondering these thoughts, when suddenly the older cat turned, perhaps sensing she was staring at her, and stared directly back at her. "Eee!" Vinekit squeaked in surprise. Her little head whipped from side to side, looking for somewhere to hide if she could, but alas, she was stuck out in the open.​
 
Midnightkit wasn't herself lately. She was always a quiet and... admittedly odd young girl, but she'd always managed her social skills well enough inspite of her quirks. But learning the truth about her real parents, and seeing Nightingalecry murdered before her very eyes... she'd withdrawn into herself even more. She barely spoke these days, barely left the nursery but to check on her siblings. Her apprentice ceremony was right around the corner, but she couldn't even summon an ounce of excitement for what should be the best day of her life to date. She just... wanted to be left alone.

But in a camp full of other cats, especially the overly-curious newborns, that seemed a bit too much to ask. Wide, vacant blue eyes spun from the little ant she'd been watching to settle on the kitten who'd just squealed at her. Midnight had ventured out of her nest in an attempt to find something to eat, but had quickly lost her appetite (and attention span) when she'd discovered the little insect crawling through the dirt. She'd hardly noticed Vinekit's staring at first, but her spine began to tingle with the unmistakable feeling of being watched and she turned to catch the peeper in the act. The staring hardly bothered her, but the sharp noise that issued from Rattleheart's offspring hurt her ears and she winced. "Why?" She mumbled feebly, rubbing a paw over her ear to soothe the ache.
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  • MIDNIGHTKIT ✦ she / her, kitten of windclan, 6 moons
    ⭃     short-hair black tabby with low-white, vitiligo and blue eyes. petite and fragile.
    ⭃ hollowcreek x harbingermoon // littermate to whitekit and grasskit // abandoned at birth
    ⭃ adopted by nightingalecry // adopted sister to frightkit, witherkit and deathkit
    ⭃ single, too young for relationships // mentored by no one // mentor to 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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It is difficult for Bilberrykit to look at Vinekit and think that they share rank. It is difficult for Bilberrykit to look at any of the tiniest of kits and think that they share species—he couldn't have been that little. His limbs, while not stretched as far as many of the moor-runners have, are far longer than Vinekit's. And he talks. Was he ever a tiny, mewling thing? Wasn't he born with mismatched eyes open and steady paws that were ready to take on the world?

"She's just excited," Bilberrykit says in defense of Vinekit. He settles besides Midnightkit as he speaks, his long tail moving idly behind him, "Aren't you, Vinekit? You're very excited?" She must be, with the rate at which her head swivels.

Bilberrykit's own eyes flick back to Midnightkit and then, with a soft sound of joy, to the bug that had previously held Midnightkit's attention.

"You found this?" He leans closer, happiness evident in the quiver of his ears, "Maybe that's what Vinekit was squealing about. She likes your bug too." Bilberrykit nods as he speaks—it all makes perfect sense to him.​
windclan kit | black and white harlequin | five moons | tags​
 

While Brackenpaw enjoyed spending time around kits the younger they were the more she was undecided about her stance on them. While they were unassuming and usually pretty funny they were also kind of ear piercingly loud at times. Still, if they were old enough to be allowed running around camp then it was fair assumption that they wouldn't be bugging her. Vinekit tested this, she was loud in her squeaking and that caused a large ear to flick in annoyance but they suppressed the urge to scowl.

Wandering closer to the small gathering of cats she opts to not sit rather than hover around them. "Sometimes kits just make those sounds" she comments with no real ire, tail flicking as she looked from Midnightkit to Bilberrykit who seemed to want to hold defense for the young Vinekit. "Maybe she's scared, does she leave the nursery often?" The fact that they implied that Midnightkit was scary to her was lost on them, the tunneler apprentice would rather try to solve the mystery of that loud squeak.

However that strong resolve to try and figure out that mystery dissipates very quickly at the mention of the bug, eyes glint with interest in the light of the sun. Leaning down she glances at the little insect. "Do you like bugs, Vinekit?" Bilberrykit's reasoning was sound. That would come from the fact that she was inherently biased towards insects, did Midnightkit like bugs too? She didn't seem to be upset about the little creature wriggling in the dirt.

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  • BIOGRAPHY
    ✩     they/she, tunneler apprentice of Windclan, 8 moons (ages on the 22nd)
    ⭃ a lithe and fragile looking calico that looks like they still need to grow into her ears
    ⭃ Speech, thoughts, attacking
    ⭃ NPC x NPC, mentored by Bluefrost
    ⭃ easy to befriend other kits, gradually harder to befriend every rank after that
    ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
    ⭃ penned by Juice ↛ @/ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
    ⭃ All opinions are IC!! Bracken is a little hater

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It would seem Vinekit's little, startled some of the other kits, almost as much as Midnightkit turning around had startled her. Some of the older kits and Brackenpaw come over, trying to guess why she had made the noise. "Midnightkit scared me," Vinekit finally said, her little voice cutting in to explain what had been the cause of it. "I didn't think she'd turn." Vinekit scuffed a little black paw against the dirt as she made that confession.

At the mention of whether she liked bugs, Vinekit shrugged, feeling no particular way towards them. "Can I see the one Midnightkit was looking at too?" The question is directed at Brackenpaw, but Vinekit looks over as Midnightkit as she said it.​
 
Sheeppaw hasn't had time to interact with kits, since he's an apprentice now. And there's like duties and stuff, he has to do these days. Kit's were amusing and pretty funny with babbling questions and weird things. But, they were old enough to run around under other cat's paws and getting into stuff they weren't supposed to be in. Some of the kits were chill but… some of them were loud. A large, charcoal - dusted ear flicked in interest towards the noticeable squealing of a kit.

Licking at his chest fur, smoothing the messy pale fur down. He dragged himself up his spot from outside the apprentice's den. He walks towards the gathering group of kits, then spots a familiar face of a denmate. Brakenpaw! He moves to sit next to Brackenpaw, greeting her with a smile. He turns his attention to the chattering kits with a head tilt. Was he ever a tiny, mewling creature? Maybe he was at one point! Sheeppaw listens as Bilberrykit speaks about how Vinekit is just very excited, then to his calico friend asking questions. The moor - runner apprentice hums in agreement with Brackenpaw's question on bugs. Maybe, Vinekit is interested in bugs? "Bugs are pretty cool." He speaks up for the first time, while listening. Insects are intriguing, so many different kinds of little critters wiggling around in the dirt and in the air.

Blue eyes shine in interest in the sunlight, as he lets his head lean down at the bug. Tail thumping behind him idly, as he blinks at the crawling critter. The black smoke hums at the confession Vinekit told on being scared by Midnightkit. He lets himself just listen on the chattering going on between the kits.
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  • ( HEY! WHATCHA GOT? ) ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ SHEEPPAW. ╱ windclan apprentice.
    ✶ amab ; HE / HIM ; 8 MOONS & AGES EVERY 29TH.
    ✶ undecided / not looking / open to puppy-crushes
    ✶ a lanky, longhaired black smoke with high white and blue eyes
    ✶ thoughts ; "Speech, 8E7F7F" ; attacks only
    ✶ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
    ✶ smells like early morning dew & windblown heather
    — all opinions are ic

    → biography / @ on discord for plots
    — penned by calzone
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