camp RED SKY ۫ ꣑ৎ INTRO

[Ryekit]

/ Retro to the flash flood, please wait for one of the tagged to respond first:
@stormkit. @MOONKIT @willowroot or @robinheart

The younglings of Gladefrost had finally reached the age of introduction. Tiny paws can keep themselves upright without falling over on themselves, ears perked and able to comprehend and form words. Her heart skipped a beat in nervousness as she lingers near the entrance of the nursery, hesitating as she glances at the smokey form of her mother. "M-Mom..." Ryekit whispers towards Willowroot as she glances at Moonkit and Stormkit, her wide gaze cautiously watching her siblings and how would they react. Would they easily interact with the others? Why was it so hard to think about interacting with others?

Her ears flatten against her cranium as she bumps her head into Willowroot's forearm as she attempts to appear smaller, a paltry attempt to disappear from the sight of others. Ryekit didn't want to talk to others, not to mention all the foreign scents and noises that made her head hurt. It was all too much and she rather hide in the nursery away from everything else unless her siblings, Willowroot or Auntie Robinheart, came by. Ryekit's tiny mismatched paws knead anxiously at the bedding as her heterochromatic gaze watches everyone who came near the nursery as she inhales deeply to calm herself. Once Moonkit and Stormkit came back inside, then everything would be fine and all the strange cats should disappear.
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[robinheart]

She has positioned herself just outside of the nursery, a safe space for Gladefrost's kits to gather should they feel the need to. The camp bustled with life – Riverclanners sharing tongues, patrols returning and departing, the river babbling at the shore. Potentially overwhelming to a life so young.

Lives placed in the care of Willowroot and herself.

There's something unnameable that flickers in the tortoiseshell's chest as Ryekit calls the smoky molly 'mom'. She should be used to it by now, but each time the moniker is innocently spoken she thinks of Gladefrost. She mourns the role her best friend never got to play in the lives of her children. Willowroot is the best adoptive mother a kit could have, there's no questioning that.

It's just… still hard to process the loss they had all endured.

"Leaf-fall yields the best weather, little ones. The sun does not swelter your backs and the breeze does not cut you to the bone," Robinheart purrs, her patchwork pelt shining in the sunlight; her citrine gaze appearing as pools of warmed honey. "Come enjoy it with me and your mother," she further encourages, sparing a gentle (somewhat bittersweet) smile to Willowroot in the process.​

[ penned by kerms ]​

 

[rivuletpaw]

Rivuletkit stands dutifully near her mother, eyes looking out for any wayward warrior not watching their paws. It's only been a recent development, her protectiveness over the litter - but it's not a surprising one to her. These are the kittens of her mother's friend, after all. Ones that Gladefrost lost her life for. And in no world should they remain unprotected. Especially the skittish and uncertain Ryekit, who huddles by Willowroot's legs. Robinheart tries to encourage them to explore the world outside of the nursery, and following her mother's gesture, the blue-and-white kitten steps forward.

"If y'want, we can go pick out our lunch together...!" She chirps giddily, an ear twitching. "Some of the patrols are usually back by now -" she pauses for a brief moment, wondering if anything will be different with the change in weather? Will patrols take longer? Is the path a longer one to take? "- so there should be something fresh to eat!" She finishes her statement near flawlessly, waiting for any of the kits to take up her offer.​

 

[brindlepaw]

brindlekit could relate to the feeling of wanting to be invisible. of wanting to understand but not wanting to join. she couldn't help but get a pang of... some emotion. she wasn't sure which one, she never was, but she didn't much enjoy it. how was she supposed to know what the feelings were?

she dragged herself from her thoughts and returned her attention to the others. ryekit she could relate to. rivuletkit was kind to her. "i can come too. i think i like minnows," she mewed bluntly. whether it helped or not was up to starclan. probably. who knows.

BUT ITS LIKE YOURE ✹ . + 　 ˚ 　 · MADE OF ANGEL DUST

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  abandond kit, brindlekit found mysteriously on the border of riverclan, with no memory of how she ended up there. she is 4 moons. she is very small for her age, but is healthy. she is a dilute tortoiseshell with a white throat and chest. her stomach, paws and tail tip are also white. her eyes are golden and round. penned by Twitchtail, ✦

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[stormkit.]

While Stormkit is reserved, she is brave. She wastes no time in emerging at Robinheart's gentle call, brow set low over blue eyes (remaining cerulean, just like her sisters, a glimpse of their blood running between them like a tether), and totters over to the two queens carefully. She sits down by Willowroot with a small thump, though immediately stands once more with a put-upon sigh, at Rivuletkit's offer of finding lunch for them all. She's taken to fish quite comfortably (obviously, as they're RiverClanners), and the prospect of having something fresh does sound nice ...

Stormkit glances up towards Willowroot wordlessly, as if seeking permission from their smoke-furred mother. At any acknowledgement, any encouragement at all, she would patter over to stand by Brindlekit and wait for Rivuletkit to lead the way for their little group.

✧ 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬

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  STORMKIT ✧ she/they, kit of riverclan
  
  — "a black-and-blue she-cat with blue eyes."
  — gladefrost x slateheart ; sister to moonkit & ryekit
  — speech is in #76BADB
  — tags | penned by mercibun, contact on discord for plots.
  
  

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