camp risk it all [intro]

[STONEPAW]

Stonekit crouched low, hidden in the shadow of the nursery. His plumed tail, (odd, considering his otherwise short fur), swished quietly across the dirt behind him. His icy eyes narrowed on the twitching tail of the unsuspecting clanmate before him. How stupid, they don't even notice me! he thought smugly. With a deep breath, he gathered his haunches. I'm gonna get it,

He pounced, landing square on the older cat's tail, and gripping it within his still kitten-sharp teeth.

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  feel free to be who he's biting!
  "speech"
  

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• STONEKIT ✩ he/him, kit of shadowclan, three moons
  ⭃ pretty lilac with low white and blue eyes. bossy, charismatic, manipulative.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Twitchtail ↛ @iliawonders on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[FLINTWISH]

Flintpaw is stuck on camp duty today per Forestshade's instruction. It's a demeaning task to be relegated to, he thinks, when he is so close to tasting warriorhood (and he should have been a warrior already, he knows, but his damned illness had taken that from him). But Forestshade doesn't mean anything by it. Maybe she just needs time to herself — losing Sweetpaw is probably doing a number on her, anyway.

He is sitting outside of the nursery as he collects moss for new nests when something weighs down his tail, and then —

"Hey!" Flintpaw growls, using a sheathed paw to lightly bat the kitten away. Hopefully Stonekit would get the hint and let go of her tail. She's had enough of kits, she thinks; they're insensitive, and they... well, maybe she should be more charitable. When she was a kitten, she'd been so lonely. Not much has changed in that respect, maybe, but enough has to give her some perspective. Flintpaw's paw falls back in at his side, and his hot-iron scowl cools into a mere frown. "... Good crouch," he offers, though he draw his white-tipped tail close to himself so Stonekit can't bite it again. Maybe he's a better hunter than I am, she thinks, with very little humor.

𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 ✧ 𝐈 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

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  — flintkit . flintpaw
  — he / they / she ; apprentice of shadowclan
  — short-haired solid blue tom with low white and blue/green heterochromatic eyes
  — "speech" ; thoughts
  — chibi by sixbane, signature by dreamydoggo
  — penned by meghan

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[CHERVILSHADE]

"B-Be careful... You could h... hurt someone..." Wavering ghost of a voice sounded behind Flintpaw and Stonekit, and the newly-made warrior approached the twain as though she haunted them, though that was merely how she traversed the world around her. Chervilshade held the tip of feathery tail upwards, like she half expected for Stonekit to aim his sights onto her next. At least it seemed that Flintpaw had taken it in good humor, as she complimented the child's supposed hunting abilities. Even as a kitten was Chervilshade acutely aware that nettle-sharp fangs and pinprick-honed claws could be used to inflict harm, though her own weapons seemed like mere flickers upon fragile frame rather than crafted things of war, as decoration rather than blade. She used her fangs to eat and her claws to weave through moss tangles - and hated to see them as anything but. Am I meant for this life?, she asked inwardly many times, like there was a deeper kindling of herself that could assuredly answer that. She had never felt that drive to fight nor to kill either, though the ghastly molly reckoned that she had been an outlier in that regard, and that the aspirations of warriorhood swiftly molded them into soldiers. It seemed that star-studded hands had missed her, though, and even with her new name did she feel as though she were an incomplete model, a dead girl walking.​

 

[STONEPAW]

The indignant bark from the apprentice was like music to his ears! The element of surprise was his friend again. Stonekit giggled a bit at Flintpaw's relatively gentle batting. He grinned up with a mischievous glint in his icy blue eyes. "Thanks! I've been practicing!" he chirped, dutifully ignoring the distaste in her tone. Chervilshade's whispery tone made him turn. "Nah, I got it," he mewed in response. Stonekit was utterly confident in his abilities and was at least pretty sure no one would be truly injured.

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  "speech"
  

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• STONEKIT ✩ he/him, kit of shadowclan, three moons
  ⭃ pretty lilac with low white and blue eyes. bossy, charismatic, manipulative.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Twitchtail ↛ @iliawonders on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[MARBLEPAW]

There is something exhilarating about sinking one’s teeth into the fur and flesh of an unsuspecting Clanmate; she remembers the way she’d catapulted herself onto Smogmaw’s back, her cousins giggling madly beside her, remembered the shifting feel of his flesh under her little pointed claws. Marblekit can’t suppress a smile as she watches Stonekit needle Flintpaw’s tufted tail with his teeth. Flintpaw gently bats him away, and Stonekit is unfazed, immediately springing back to his paws. Chervilshade’s whispery tones warn him not to hurt someone, but Stonekit shrugs it off.

Marblekit crouches in a much less refined approximation of a hunter’s crouch, then attempts to barrel into Stonekit. “Look, Flintpaw! Chervilshade! I’m a good hunter too, right?” Her tail flails excitedly behind her in the air.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: —
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• Marblekit, she/they w/ feminine and non-gendered terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 4 moons old, ages realistically on the 1st.
  — mentored by n/a ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a
  — shadowclan kit, formerly a rogue. siltcloud x lilacfur, gen 3.
  — currently mated to n/a.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  sh fawn tabby with dull green eyes. courageous, curious, introspective, observant, judgmental, snarky.
  
  

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[smogstar]

Chervilshade needn't exhaust her breath over such a trivial thing. Granted, she may not have partaken in play with her peers as an apprentice (Smogmaw never correlated her with the concept of fun), and so identifying it may continue to escape her. Astoundingly, Stonekit posed an inexistent threat to Flintpaw, and vice versa. Budding claws and fangs do not qualify for a harmful assault, nor does a brisk swat at the kit's faculties. It's all in good humour, in the spirit things should be.

Besides, had a higher number of ShadowClan's adult population gotten whacked in the mug when they were younger, perhaps the clan'd be more sensible as a collective.

Plodding paws are inbound and verging near by the time Marblekit channels her inner huntress. "That's right, defend your clanmates!" quips the ash-pelted tom, tone intermingled with conspiratory chuckles. "Make Stonekit pay for his treachery!" ​

 

[STONEPAW]

Stonekit gasped as Marblekit crashed into his side. He was still a bit smaller than her, but not by much. Enough to mean he was under her. Which he did not appreciate. She ruffled his fur! Who was she to think she could just attack him like that? Neglecting to see the irony in his own thinking, he opened his mouth to snap at her before Smogmaw's voice cut through, making him shut up. The deputy approved, so it was fine. The lilac kit forced a laugh, but tried to shove her off, more aggressively than was probably necessary.

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  "speech"
  

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• STONEKIT ✩ he/him, kit of shadowclan, three moons
  ⭃ pretty lilac with low white and blue eyes. bossy, charismatic, manipulative.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Twitchtail ↛ @iliawonders on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[MARBLEPAW]

Smogmaw’s praise causes the flesh beneath Marblekit’s pale fur to glow. She sprawls over Stonekit, her tail quirked and flailing behind her. “I’m defending my Clanmates,” she repeats to the lilac-furred tomkit, and saying it out loud—it’s strange, strange to acknowledge that these cats are her Clanmates. She’d not have admitted such a thing only a short moon ago, she of the hissing, the spitting, the seclusion from her denmates, but now—now she wonders if such a thing could be true. Is she a true ShadowClanner now, like Lilacfur wants her to be?

Her deliberation causes her to miss the frustration gleaming in Stonekit’s blue gaze. He laughs—and again, she misses how forced it is—and shoves her with his forepaws. She stumbles backward, her laughter dying in her throat. Oh, Stonekit seems upset with her—that’d been a hefty push! The pale tawny she-cat frowns, her face serious. “I’m defending my Clanmates from… from… an owl,” she proclaims, and she charges straight toward Stonekit again, this time aiming to pin him to his back.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: —
• 
• Marblekit, she/they w/ feminine and non-gendered terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 4 moons old, ages realistically on the 1st.
  — mentored by n/a ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a
  — shadowclan kit, formerly a rogue. siltcloud x lilacfur, gen 3.
  — currently mated to n/a.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  sh fawn tabby with dull green eyes. courageous, curious, introspective, observant, judgmental, snarky.
  
  

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[STONEPAW]

Stonekit was ready this time. No sneaking up on him. He stared daggers into her as she assessed the shove he'd given her. Marblekit's next charge was something he anticipated, and respected to a certain extent. She wasn't going to get the jump on him this time though. He jumped to the side, just barely out of reach, and swung out a paw in an attempt to trip her.

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  "speech"
  

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• STONEKIT ✩ he/him, kit of shadowclan, three moons
  ⭃ pretty lilac with low white and blue eyes. bossy, charismatic, manipulative.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Twitchtail ↛ @iliawonders on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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