camp PURE AS A LAMB -`✦´- "ESCAPE"

[BRIGHTKIT]

✦ — Brightkit's pale limbs stretch out in front of her as her little nose twitches, she had her fill from nursing and had hissed at whatever littermate shoved her or the soft touches of Oddgleam that nudged her closer to their belly to soothe her hissing fits. A nap would be very good right now but she feels restless and doesn't wish to be crushed by her littermates for a moment longer so with a high pitched mewl of protest, the two-toned molly kicks at one of her siblings to push herself forward and crawl over another sibling of hers as she crushes them briefly with her milk filled belly. Away! Away! Away! Her small mind thinks as she keeps jostling her littermates with swift little kicks of her paws not caring if she ended up waking them up during her fit of restlessness, Brightkit ends up falling face first into the ground when she ends up running out of siblings to crawl over and she let's out another mewl of protest. How dare she suddenly hit the cold ground instead of landing into the soft moss of her mother's nest, a sniff leaves her as she continues to wobble on her weak kitten legs. She's blind and deaf without any sense of direction... She doesn't even know what direction she came from but the fall had dulled her sense of smell for a heartbeat.

Go! Goooooooo! Go-go-goooo! Brightkit crawls away from her nest not realizing the small distance that she's beginning to make between her and her large family but it doesn't seem to matter to the small kitten, if anyone were to glance in her direction, they would see a very much lost kitten that continued to let out shrill mewls or screams. It isn't long until she finds a completely vacant nest that she slips into and hisses as the nest material tickles her soft paw pads, she slips into it only to mewl some more when she doesn't find the soft fur of Oddgleam or the comforting milk scent that lingered in the nest. It's then in that moment that Brightkit buries herself slightly into the nest in a futile attempt to find her family but when she doesn't succeed, she falls completely still but becomes completely noisy as she announces her present in the nest. Oh bother, she's terribly lost and far from her nest! She doesn't know if they'll ever find her with so much distance that she has covered and her shrill mewls continue to ruin the silence that the nursery once held. Oh goodness... To make matters worse, she feels her body beginning to grow tired and drowsy, her mewls becoming muffled and quieter.

Unbeknownst to her, she had simply crawled into the nest right next to the one that enhabited Oddgleam and her littermates...

A WHOLE GARDEN ON FLOWERS -`✦´- AND MY NAME ETCHED ON A ROCK

• ooc — please wait for one or two of the kits before replying, thank you! :] @RAVENKIT @morningkit @PEARLKIT @CUCKOOKIT && parent tags @ODDGLEAM @CROWSIGHT @Owlheart

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  ✦ a vibrant, curly furred blue torbie with high white and olive-green eyes
  ✦ much like her name given to her by her parents, she's a bright individual with an overly imaginative mind that comes into play ever day in her life. she's very childish and has a very colorful vocabulary, brightkit can oftentimes come off as quite blunt or sharp-tongued later on in life. all opinions are IC only
  ✦ ages realistically; born 10.12.24
  ✦ sexuality unknown; too young to consider love
  ✦ child of oddgleam, owlheart, and crowsight
  ✦ sister to pearlkit, morningkit, cuckookit, and ravenkit
  ✦ relatively easy to befriend and make your enemy ; will start fights always
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[morningkit]

Motivations towards grand destinations do not find harbor at her shores... tucked in a peacefully roll against the warm, thin-furred section of belly she has claimed for herself. Everything is right... quiet in the dulled thrum of her own blood rushing through her ears- they dare not unfold yet to experience to loud ambiance of the natural world. A belly filled with love (and more importantly, milk).A tiny, dark nose twitches once... then twice... and suddenly the faint trace of light just beyond her eyelids grows darkened and a crushing weight rolls atop her. What is that...? What's happening to me? Help! Help! A muffled mewl goes buried under the pressure of Brightkit's round, tummy as tiny, orange dipped toes flail to be free from underneath her sister.

Kitten claws reach out in desperation, overwhelmed by a gasped relief the moment the calico kit is no longer suffocating her. She cries, indignantly, the most she's ever screamed in her long six days of life. A plot for vengeance, though she doesn't know its meaning or recognize it for what it is, spurs her on to chase her attacker. She turns on flimsy legs, dragging herself more than it is proper walking, to crawl in the direction she thought she'd shambled off to... but it is a flawed sense of direction that points her in a vastly different direction.

Every struggled inch feels like one leading towards glory and victory... but she treks over a mountain.... collapses into a valley... and it isn't getting any warmer... there is no fuzzy body being tread under her paws on her path to destruction... It must be days by the time she finally decides to give up, pressing at the plushy moss with a heavy sigh of defeat. I guess I'll just take a nap now... I'll try again later... Because that seemed like the easiest thing to do... the most sensible when her limbs already grew too exhausted to go on or turn back.

It's colder here than it was back there... it doesn't smell sweetly... Instead, it's like the traces of the pine trees the moss was stripped from. Not the comfort she hoped for at the end of her long, grand journey... but not so horrible to be worth fighting against. A tiny yawn splits her maw, hardly formed teeth peeking at her pink gums as she curls up smaller to keep warm with a tail tucked closed to her body.

holding onto a love ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ they keep wanting

• brilliantly, morningkit has found a DIFFERENT empty nest to escape to
• crowsight x oddgleam x owlheart
  pearlkit - cuckookit - morningkit​ - brightkit - ravenkit​

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[PALADIN]

Paladin had arrived almost about the time that the kits were born into the clan- both from Oddgleam and Orangestar. Paladin was swift to commit these names to memory, alongside Butterflytuft. When she wasn't delegating her time to nursing, she was protected by another queen within the nursery. Paladin slept light, however. Ever since she had been grasped and lifted from her plush nest with her mother and siblings, and left outside, any noise or faint touch set her off.

Deep copper eyes slid open, a soft noise of complaint leaving her at the noise. Shuffling, of all things, and the thwack of a tiny body finding the ground. Paladin's ears twitched, protective nature in overdrive already as her vision squinted at the darkened den. Then the screaming started- kitten mewls that were ever-familiar to Paladin. Her paws pressed into moss as she rose and ghosted across the den.

Plainly does her paw press against Oddgleam's leg. She knows the parent must be burnt out- tired to the bone and only finding winks of sleep. Five kits, newborn at that, must be a lot. Regardless, Paladin knows that a kit- two kits- escaped from another's nest could spell them being cold. And what was Paladin to do? She wasn't going to drag a newborn back to it's nest. That would only get messy.

If Oddgleam opened his eyes, her head would gently jerk towards the furthest two. Morningkit's tiny little body, wrapped in the moss of the empty nest, and Brightkit's, all alone in another.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ┌── YOUVE BURNT ME ⋅❁⋅ NOW GUIDE ME ──┐‎

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• PALADIN she/her, kit of skyclan, one moon.
  ⭃ LH black tabby / silver tabby chimera with low white and strong copper eyes. white plumed hair sits center on her head down to the beginning of her mane. a 'sword' is outlined in white on her back. she's quiet but intent, serious but still kitten-soft.
  ⭃ mentored by no one / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ mated to no one / / sibling to unknown
  ⭃ 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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[RAVENKIT]

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Wiiiiiiggle...... Wiggle.... Something drives the fifth-born to explore today after having his fill, much like his sister Brightkit. The kick he just received to the side might be to blame for that. The bundle of grays and black wants to stretch his tiny kitten legs, to crawl away and away. He rolls ungraciously, undoubtedly crushing the remaining siblings who remain nestled ( some sort of revenge for the earlier kick he received, even if they had nothing to do with it ).

White paws lay sprawled across the nursery floor, and then it begins. He is blind and deaf and has. . . minimal strength, but he crawls in whatever direction he's going. The other kit prodding Oddgleam awake remains unnoticed, as do the mewls of Morningkit and Brightkit. Ravenkit is on a mission! And he will not be stopped. . . . oh. . . . he's getting tired though. . . with every inch he drags himself through his body grows heavier and now he's not moving at all. Why are his paws not working! He wiggles like a worm, as if that's gonna get him anywhere. And now he's cold. Why is it cold. It's never cold! "Mrrrowwww!" He protests, flailing on the nursery floor until he somehow manages to get himself on his back, belly completely exposed. He yawns, but he's still cold. "Meewwww!!"

𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 *:･ﾟ✧ 𝐈'𝐌 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋

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  LH black smoke with low white (25% maine coon, masking ticked, polydactyl. carrying non-ticked, dilute, albinism, cinnamon)
  

  

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  RAVENKIT. he / him kit of skyclan
  ✦ Last-born son of Crowsight x Oddgleam x Owlheart
  ✦ Brother to Pearlkit, Cuckookit, Morningkit and Brightkit
  ✦ Born 10.12.24, ages realistically
  ✦ A long-furred black smoke kitten with ticked ghost markings and six toes on his right forepaw. Eyes are silver in coloration
  "speech" thoughts

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[Whitekit]

Whitekit’s jaws parted in a long yawn as he made his way back into the nursery on aching legs. He had been keeping himself busy for the past while by helping with putting feathers in the nests belonging to the warriors, though now he simply just wanted to sink into his own nest for a much needed nap. However he was met with the noise of distressed younger kits. He might have been deaf in one ear but it did very little to ease the volume of it all, or the annoyance that it brought. The temptation to sneak into the warriors den for a snooze lingered on his mind, but he suspected that he would be denied that luxury.

As he drew closer to his own bed he finally spied that it wasn’t vacant. The tom wrinkled his nose as he stared at Morningkit. ”Oh great…” Whitekit huffed as he sat at the edge of his nest, unwilling to step into it in case he trod on the much younger kitten. ”Oddgleam!” All he could think to do was to call on the parent for assistance with the escaping brood.


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[ODDGLEAM]

He was to put it simply... drained. Yes, he knew five kits where a lot to handle but by the goddess his cluster of morsels where needy little things. Who filled their bellies from nursing from him and cried out when he so much as moved slightly away to stretch out his stiff limbs. Morsels that he loved of course.

He was burnt out. The pale - patched feline had his tail curled protectively around his milk - filled children, his head laid on the rim of his nest. Eyelids shut as he slumbered, ears twitching and flicking to and fro as he heard tiny mews from his kits. Something broke him out of his rest... Then a paw pressed against his leg, cracking an eye open– revealing a copper eye. Hm? He lifted his head from his nest, a yawn splinting his jaws flashing pearly teeth. He peered down with jerk of his chin towards the chimera kit that woke him from dreamland. He rapidly blinks away some drowsiness away from his line of sight. "Ye- Oh–" He slightly counted his cluster at his side. Pearlkit. Cuckookit. One. Two... Where...

A mismatched ear twitches towards the call of Whitekit. The younger queen whips his head around to look at the young tom, his fur rose on end at the panicked mewls of Ravenkit. Where the hell? "Where's... Brightkit and Morningkit?" Crap. His ears angled towards his neck, before he raises onto paws with a twitch of his tail tip. He bends his head down towards his other two children, quickly nuzzling both of them before he is off to hunt down the rest of his kits. They haven't gotten too far... He steps a paw out of his nest, large ears perked, he finds the first one that laid belly up on the nursery floor. Oh dear. He blinks as he drifted to little Ravenkit that was mewling his piece, lowering his head to sniff at his son. He isn't hurt... Good. He lets out a soft purr out from his throat, before he promptly picks up his son by the scruff. He brings the black smoke kit back to the nest, setting the fifth - born down with the rest of his littermates. That was one... Two more to go.

Oddgleam paces in place, ears twitching forward while his tail swept across the nursery floor. Half - lidded eyes scanned the nursery, before he is off again to hunt down his daughters. He pokes his head in an empty nest, perked ears up at the tiny form of Morningkit curled in to a small ball. He lets out a small noise of relief escape from his lips, as he nudges his kit with a soft purr. He parts his jaws slightly to grab the scruff of the tortoiseshell, quickly carrying his mewling daughter to the rest of her littermates. Now... onto Brightkit.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 ♡ 𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑳 𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑫𝑶𝑺𝑬 𝑶𝑵 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬

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• temp oddgleam reference

  

• ( HONEY IN WARM MILK ) ˖⁺‧₊ ♡ ₊‧⁺˖ ODDGLEAM. ╱ skyclan queen.
  ⸝⸝ NON-BINARY ; HE / THEY ; 18 MOONS OLD & AGES EVERY 7TH.
  ♡ mated to crowsight & owlheart — mentoring none.
  ♡ an elegant, long-legged medium furred silver-cream calico with copper eyes.
  ♡ thoughts ; "Speech, e7d3e7" ; attacks only
  ♡ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ♡ smells like caramel frappe & chilled stone
  — all opinions are ic
  

  currently residing in the nursery. 𐂯 parent to one litter of kits.

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

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[Owlheart]

Owlheart tries to visit the nursery as often as she can, she always intends to but Edenberry's words have stuck with her. She doesn't want Oddgleam to feel abandoned or too overwhelmed with the kits. Nor does she want their kits to feel abandoned, if children so young can even feel that abandonment? It borders on hovering, not finding that balance and sticking too close to the side of watching her mate and children extremely closely. The scene that greets her is nothing short of chaotic, how this has managed to happen despite the fact that the culprits can't even open their eyes yet is baffling to her. An ill omen for sure regarding how chaotic their children will grow to be but she is swimming in fondness regardless of it. At least there's comfort in knowing that Oddgleams denmates will help if necessary, even the younger ones such as Whitekit and Paladin.

"What happened?" Concern edges her tone, she assumes that this was by the newborns own paws but in the corner of her mind there is a concern of a kitnapping. What kit stealer would just deposit them into another queens nest though? She tells herself that she's being ridiculous but it still sticks maybe I could try and sit by the nursery more often... Just in case. The tabby is quick in her delicate strides in the nursery, bowing her head apologetically if any denizens are currently in the nest that Brightkit has decided to invade. "Maybe you should have been named Sneakykit" her musinh is followed with an affectionate purr. It didn't have the same ring to it, even if in this moment the alternative name is fitting.

Owlheart is careful in how she picks up Brightkit, concerned that if she's too quick then maybe she will somehow injure her daughter irreparably. Once she is sure that the colourful she-kit is going to stay put in her actual nest she aims to brush her chin on top of Oddgleams head. "Are you alright?" It's clear by his tone that fatigue rests somewhere in him, at least she thinks so but maybe she's over thinking that assessment.
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[CUCKOOKIT]

Wiggle. Wiggle. Kick. Kick. Squirm. Squirm. Quotidian and quiet lay the young child, at the behest of their dam's warm belly and the sustenance that it gifted them. There was little reason to stray away from it, and he could not conceptualize the reasonings to even do so. Still, they were but an animal with curiosities and vices alike.

The instinct to escape was ingrained within every creature, as though it were the glue to peek through the breakage of bones and bonds, eschewing from that which would gravely harm the brittle body. Far beyond the song of societies and kings was the innate hum of fear itself. It was fear that drove beasts to new possibilities, and uncomfortability that gave them the strength to do so. Churning motions of indescribable darkness battered at Cuckookit's once-slumbering form, like a quagmire that fought harder against their own struggling limbs, bleeding into the sanctity of what little strength he harbored within. Where are you going? Barely conscious head, with bulging eyes still shut, swiveled slowly around in the direction of the commotion. As if their legs were weighed down by leaden vessel, they could hardly move away from the security that they had known for their incredibly short-fused life. With an upstart mewl, the blue smoke kitten rolled upon his belly in some desperate attempt to do what their siblings had done, as if some subterfuge to belie the goal that he hoped to share in. Pinkish underside, still slightly stained in the varnish of rosied innocence, faced sunwards and almost defiant. Of course, Cuckookit would not protest anymore... and fall into another bout of silence marked by 'mrrps'.​