camp RELAX, TAKE A BREATH &. kit thread

[CHILLEDSTAR.]

DON'T YOU GIVE ME UP, PLEASE DON'T GIVE UP​

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they don't actually understand how they were roped into this. spectermask probably enjoyed it, given the little speck of a kitten they found in the woods would eventually be joining into the crowd of them, but they were uncomfortable. kittens were not their strong suit. they didn't even know... how to talk to them. it was so much easier to shut off their emotions and talk to warriors, but never quite as easy for the curious minds of kittens. so many ranges, including overly active and stoic. still... they figured they needed to better know the future of their clan and stars there were so many of them– when the heck did they manage to have this many?

"oh, okay... uh... alright everyone, let's play a game! or maybe i could tell you a story? what sounds better, tadpoles?"

//slightly rushed bc I got stopped at work but !! kit thread <3 anyone is allowed but I would prefer if it was just kits and young apprentices !
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[Ptarmiganpaw]

This is Chilledstar. He knows because Frostbite pointed them out once. They don't know what to think about them, but Frostbite says they're good and they make sure everyone is safe. So that makes Chilledstar cool in his book!

Ptarmigankit wobbled over to Chilledstar to see what kind of stuff they wanted to do. He doesn't know what a tadpole is though. Is. Is he a tadpole??? Chilledstar called them all tadpoles.....

"Ah!" He squeaks. What does it mean??? It's his answer, of course!! He is replying to the question! Unfortunately, He is unable to specify which option he wants, just that he wants one.

The little puffball of a kitten plops on the floor, looking up at Chilledstar expectantly with sky blue eyes. No matter what they decided to do, Ptarmigankit was sure it would be fun! and then he could go tell Frostbite about it all! In...Little noises and mewls of course. He has yet to form a coherent word. But who knows! Maybe today is the day!​

 

[APPLEJAW]

Applekit eyes the leader skeptically. She found out a long time ago that Chilledstar really isn't good with kits. Or maybe they really aren't good with anyone at all. Applekit had thought that important cats needed to be smart and sensical and talk in a way that made every cat listen to you, but Applekit is just confused whenever they talk to her. Chilledstar gave her a flower once. She still has no idea why that happened. Applekit has no idea how to feel either, because she likes flowers.

Ptarmigankit is way too little. Applekit is practically an apprentice already, so she really shouldn't be with these little kits. She wasn't even sure if she was supposed to play kitten games anymore. She needed to learn important things instead. " Can you teach us how to fight? " she mews, squinting her eyes at Chilledstar. She knows it wasn't an option, but she figures she should ask. If the leader couldn't talk good lead good, then they had to be good at hunting and fighting instead. Chilledstar is a useful color at least. No prey would ever see them in the dark forest.

A pause, and then Applekit asks. " Well, if not, a story is okay, " she concedes gracefully, wrapping her tail around her paws. She was getting bigger now.​

 

[GHOSTMASK]

†—— ghostkit hasn't really seen chilledstar before. she knows that smogmaw is applekit's dad, and he's the deputy, but chilledstar is even more important than both of them—they're the leader. she wants to meet chilledstar, she wants them to like her like how needledrift liked her when she brought the warrior a gift. so, of course, when she hears chilledstar's slightly raspy voice and spot their white-streaked form, she moves swiftly over on two-toned paws. her white-masked face and dark doll eyes turned to the black-pelted leader as they call to the group of kittens in awkward tones, offering a game or a story, calling them tadpoles. she is neither offended nor agreeable to the name, merely seating herself before starclan's chosen alongside those who have already gathered.

one of the younger kits is here, a puffball of a thing born to the white-furred queen starlingheart had once tended to; he offers a strange squeak and not a single coherent word. ghostkit successfully keeps her muzzle from twisting itself in distaste for the little thing, aided by the arrival of the significantly more respectable applekit. her two-toned eyes settle skeptically on the leader, asking that chilledstar teach them to fight. her own dark gaze fixes on them too, curious—she of course hasn't known battle, but she does not hold a love for the taste of blood. ghostkit doesn't really want to fight, so she's glad when applekit votes for a story; the dark kit contorts her own face into something resembling approval. she still has to manually assign her appropriate expressions instead of her father's blank face, something that will grow natural as she approaches apprenticeship.

"yeah. chilledstar's the most important cat in the forest, so i bet they have good stories." her ocean eyes glance towards chilledstar, hoping they do not contradict her, and she adds, "plus applekit would beat me at fighting, 'cause she's so good at it."

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• † ghostkit — named after the deceased ghostpaw she/her ; afab cisgender female — shadowclan — kit — 2 ☾s —— ghostkit is the daughter of the soft-spoken medicine cat starlingheart and her possessive mate, granitepelt. she looks just like her mother, and while she can be a little difficult, there's nothing really wrong with her ...... right? —— smells like milk, herbs, and .... iron? ; sounds like tbd ; speech in #EB80B7 ; thoughts in #253DC6 —— peaceful / healing powerplay permitted ; attacks/contact in underline ; won’t start fights ; will flee ; will show mercy ; won't kill or maim (kitten) —— too young for romance ; open to enemies, "friends", tormenting other kits, plotting ; not open to battles, romance penned by dejavu— desklamp9 on discord for plots

• shhh don't look here (battle info will go here at some point)

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[valerianpaw]

Valeriankit typically did not purposely interact with adults that weren't her parents. She's also had practically no interaction with Chilledstar, and only knows of them due to words her parents have given. For the most part, she was neutral to the leader. As they get older, she isn't surprised by Applekit's preference for learning to fight or a story. They were options she preferred as well, as she didn't have much interest in games. But most of the kits around them were younger and smaller. She wondered if they'd ask for a game, but Ptarmigankit only lets out an unintelligible squeak. All the while Ghostkit followed her sister's league and complimented her, which earned her a split glance from the petite torbie before turning back to the leader. "...Could we hear about Starclan?" She asked quietly. If the choice was stories, she'd prefer it'd be something more truthful than random kitten stories. ​

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[NETTLEPAW ♡]

Nettlekit had spoken to Chilledstar before- had heard of their tribulations, blood-soaked and saddening as they were. The leader was an interesting cat, in his opinion... which might or might not be high praise. At this age, Nettlekit tended to find most everyone interesting, at least in certain lights; but Chilledstar had managed to carry with them sustained interest. When they wandered over to the crowd of his peers, the cinnamon-and-white tom was not far behind- clear-sky eyes swept over the other kittens, noting internally their requests, before turning a tilted head to Applekit in particular.

"You're good at fighting?" he asked, his sister's honeyed remark repeated. Ghostkit and Applekit seemed... somewhat on good terms- he supposed his littermate probably knew better than he did. Still, it was... good to make sure of things, wasn't it? His attention lifted to Chilledstar, then. "There must be lots of stories about StarClan." His mother spoke well of them, at least... and he knew what they were supposed to be quite well. But he'd not assume he knew everything... not just yet.​

penned by pin ♡​

 

[Swansong]

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NOW I KNOW WHAT'S REAL, WHAT'S FAKE

Chilledstar's awkward offer of a game goes unheeded by Swankit, until the mention of stories draws his ear. He can seem almost hungry for them, drawn like a moth to the flame by the mention of an exciting tale. More fuel for his wild imagination. He hovers, expectantly, frowning at the talk of fighting. He'll pass, thank you.

Valeriankit, always more in sync with Swankit, has a much better idea. "Oh, um, yes! Yes, a story about StarClan..." They pipe up, more lively than usual. StarClan is interesting, they don't know much about StarClan yet... And they're real, but they sound like something magical, something pulled from the nonsensical thread Swankit's dreams. The better ones, anyway.

There's a pause at Ghostkit's comment, Nettlekit's question. His attention is drawn for a second. "Applekit's good at a lot of things," he remarks offhandedly, with a side-eyed glance to Nettlekit. And older than Ghostkit too, so she has an advantage. Their eyes flick to Ghostkit for a moment, curious; she seems confident, has she seen his sister fight? They haven't, yet...

No matter. The story's more interesting, anyway. Nettlekit's remark draws their focus back. "There must be lots of stories about StarClan." "Ooh... That's true..." he breathes. "And um. Mx. Chilledstar would know them best... Since they were chosen by StarClan and all..." He fixes his eyes on them expectantly, waiting for whatever star-secrets they will divulge.

RATHER SLEEP THAN STAY AWAKE
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• SWANKIT named for his pale fur, after his maternal grandmother.
  — he/him. 4 moons.
  — shadowclan kit.
  — quiet and dreamy.
  
  penned by saturnid.​
• "SPEECH"
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[GRACEPAW.]

She and many of her denmates had gathered around the leader of ShadowClan, and Gracekit sat next to Ptarmigankit once he had plopped down. She herself really didn't have an opinion on what they did - she was just happy to be included.

Some of the other kits suggested fighting, but that seemed like something for the older kits. She was too small, too uncoordinated to do much good. The next option was a story, though, and it seemed that stories about StarClan seemed to be the popular opion.

"Is StarClan... nice?" she asked quietly, looking about at Chilledstar with expectant eyes, hoping to get her point across. Maybe if she listened, StarClan cats would come and watch over her and play with her because she was so good!

Of course, she knew that was unlikely. StarClan cats probably had more important things to do. But, she did hope that maybe they'd watch over her a little extra and make sure she was safe always...

"Speech"​

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I CRIED IN THE SHAPE OF MY DREAMS​

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[CHILLEDSTAR.]

DON'T YOU GIVE ME UP, PLEASE DON'T GIVE UP​

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the kits gather and they're a little unnerved, not really having that parental instinct that others might have. still, they hold their own, shifting their weight to appear more than confident in their own abilities to handle being around kits. they were just kits after all! blinking, they listen to each request. ptarmigankit is the first to even say anything, though it's less than an actually response. he looks up expectantly at chilledstar, and their gaze is brought to applekit who seems a little eager to be an apprentice. she wants to know how to fight... and the other kits quickly disagree but that makes their eyes light up.

"maybe we hold off on that, yeah?"

they offer her a wink, leaning closer and promising one thing.

"come find me when all the other kits are sleep."

they pull back with a smile on their face.

"a story about starclan, hm? well, let's see... let's think for a moment."

they didn't have anything good to say about starclan. they could fake it, though. they'd have to... for the kits sake. they wanted all of them to believe in starclan, to have faith in the star pelts. what a joke, they internally scoff.

"starclan is nice. they watch over each and every one of us. they protect us from what we cannot protect ourselves from. if you ever are worried, pray to them. they listen to those who truly believe."

they stand to their paws, striking an overly dramatic pose of strength.

"starclan gives us strength. much like the moon, they help guide us home at night. without them, the sky would be dark and dreary. once you become apprentice, you will see how easy one star can lead you to prey that you may not have found otherwise. the stars you see are their pelts."

they think back to seeing pitchstar, and flickerfire, looking the greatest they'd ever seen them. healthy. happy. with stars twinkling in their pelts, they truly were enjoying the endless hunt... that was all they'd ever wanted for those who passed on. peace.
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[Ptarmiganpaw]

More kits gather round and Ptarmigankit feels himself growing a little shy. He can't explain why, he just knows that so many cats gathered around him makes him want to crawl away to find more space for himself. But he wants to hear Chilledstar tell them stories, so he stays put.

Applekit wants to learn how to fight, and he can't help but think such a thing is too difficult for him right now. He isn't strong.... He hasn't even managed to speak clearly yet. He'll let the older kits do the fighting. For now, he is just a puffy cloud.

Thankfully, a story about Starclan seems to be the general consensus. He doesn't know anything about them past their name.... He was excited to learn more. He shows this by giving an excited bounce.

He listens with bright eyes as Chilledstar tells them about their starry overseers. Will they talk to him?? If he talks to them when he's scared, will they talk back? Maybe he will try. Next time a storm scares him awake, he will ask them to stop the storm.

Chilledstar strikes a dramatic pose, and Ptarmigankit gasps. It is the coolest thing he has ever seen. He wants to be that cool one day. Starclan sounds SO cool. Everything Chilledstar is saying right now is being absorbed into his little brain. The little sparkles in the sky at night were really cats!! His mind is blown. But. Where are they when its daytime??

Sleeping.

An easy answer to come to. It makes perfect sense to him. He is so smart.

He bounces excitedly again. He was excited to hear more!!​

 

[APPLEJAW]

Chilledstar is plenty important by default, though Applekit isn't sure she'd say the most important. She wrinkles her nose in contemplation at Ghostkit's comment along with a "hmm"ing sound. Maybe she would beat her, but only because she's bigger than her. Applekit knows frustratingly little about fighting, and she'd like to know more, in case the bears ever came back. She makes a huffy sound when as expected, her request is denied. She doesn't expect the leader to give her a funny look and a wink though, which the she - kit reacts too with narrowed eyes.

Come find me when all the other kits are sleep. Applekit blinks in surprise. She shoots a confused glance to Ghostkit– but she remembers that they're not friends. Not really. And she looks away.

She surprised again when one of Starlingheart's weird kittens asks if she's good at fighting. Chilledstar had totally thrown her off, and now she was probably making a stupid face. Applekit straightens her posture, maybe sure her tail is well it ought to be. She doesn't pay attention to the look her sister gives her, instead looking at Nettlekit with pursed lips. Well, she wasn't really, and she feels bad for it, even though she knew kits didn't really get to know anything. Did one of Granitepelt's kits know how to fight already, and she didn't? Her brother cuts in to say that she's good at a lot of things, and it calms the metaphorical prickling of her pelt.

Applekit shuffles on her toes for about a second before stopping. She isn't sure what to say. But– she should make sure the other kittens knew not to mess with her, right? She clears her throat. " Yeah, " probably takes a little bit too long to say, stupid. I haven't fought much, but I will be good at it. The best, even. A curious glance shifts back to Chilledstar.

StarClan is maybe the thing her parents have taught her least about, so she guesses that she can listen, and she'll ask if Chilledstar was telling the truth later.

Applekit thinks if StarClan is nice is one of the less important questions. How powerful was StarClan? The littler kit seems absolutely blown away by the most mundane of things, but Applekit is regarding Chilledstar cautiously. " So... " and she feels a bit silly for asking questions, she doesn't know why. The tortoiseshell straightens herself out once more. " Um, any problem StarClan doesn't get rid of for us is something we can beat? " Maybe she hadn't been in real danger, because StarClan knew Chilledstar would be there.​

 

[GHOSTMASK]

†—— of course, valeriankit just has to shove her snout into things—ghostkit restrains herself from wrinkling her own muzzle, settles for a twitching ear and blank face. already the torbie has earned her dislike; she doesn't really like any of halfshade's kits, though she would have to say she dislikes applekit the least. valeriankit and garlickit are closely battling for her least favorite among them; on the one paw, garlickit is gross and, from what ghostkit can tell, extraordinarily stupid. on the other, valeriankit is just .... irritating, barely ever talking and just glancing at everyone with mismatched eyes.

her own brother arrives and ghostkit watches him with heavy-lidded blue eyes. if he gets in the way of her talking to applekit, she thinks she'll smack him—thankfully, he doesn't, merely questions applekit about her fighting ability. the white-mask kit regards the torbie with some satisfaction, wondering how applekit will handle it; after all, she'd made up that entirely in an attempt at flattery. swankit is here too, but she pays him little mind—the least interesting of applekit's littermates, slow like his head is full of mud. somehow, she manages to keep her face pleasant despite the mingling irritations of valeriankit, applekit, and the newest kits, who are small and rather useless.

chilledstar leans in, mutters something to applekit, making the tufted tip of a white tail thud unhappily against the ground, the only expression of the displeasure threatening to break the facade of her easy expression. why does applekit get special treatment? she wraps it about her paws to keep herself from smacking it against the mud again, watches the leader with dark eyes—she isn't terribly interested in starclan; she holds a cursory belief in them for the sake of her mother, but you would be hard-pressed to find a genuine prayer leaving her lips. still she nods, glances sideways at applekit to gauge her reaction—the torbie shoots her a glance that's gone before she can really get a read on it, and ghostkit forces herself to contain her irritation.

"that's so cool," she chimes in, building a reply from applekit's question, "yeah, how does starclan protect us? do they come down from the sky and fight stuff?"

I WILL CARVE MY WAY OUT (†) 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑶𝑵𝑳𝒀 𝑴𝒀 𝑻𝑬𝑬𝑻𝑯

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• disclaimer: it is extremely important to note that ghostkit is an exceptionally cruel and immoral cat and her actions and thoughts do not reflect my own opinions as a writer. the way she behaves and thinks is morally reprehensible, and i do not condone these actions outside of roleplay in any way. she may refer to other cats in demeaning ways, including as "things", and this is not an attempt to oocly dehumanize anyone's character, but a reflection of her unfortunate outlook on the world.
  
  ghostkit is also a budding skilled manipulator who is already very good at concealing her true feelings. as such, other characters will generally not be able to detect the fact that she's falsifying her behavior unless it's specifically noted in the post to be visible. this includes "gut feelings", "intuition", or suspicion with no ic basis.
  
  again, all opinions & thoughts are ic only and do not reflect my thoughts and opinions as a writer.
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  — ghostkit
  — she/her ; kit of shadowclan ; 3 ☾s
  — "speech" ; thoughts ; attacks
  — penned by dejavu
  

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