camp shake my little soul — kitten intro

[HEATHPAW]

For her first two moons, she does not leave the nursery often. And Heathkit is silent, one would be hard-pressed to have heard her speak a word. But she does watch, pallid blue eyes wide as she peers across the WindClan camp and watches warriors with colorful pelts streak across what she knows to call home. She understands what that means, but she does not have a word for it. Instead she can only base it on how she feels. It feels like Brightshine's warm fur and Heavy Snow's eyes.

These cats out here are part of her too.

Heathkit moves closer to the edge of the nursery. She glances back to look for her siblings, but she does not call out to them. Her little head whips around again and latches onto a brown-winged butterfly dancing close to their humble abode. Heathkit's eyes dilate and her rump wriggles as she leaps—and fails—crashing down onto her chin with a pained yelp.


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littermate tags but no need to wait for them!
@PINK-KIT @downykit @FINCHKIT

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[cottonsprig]

Cottonpaw lives most of her life within the medicine den now - an unofficial big sister sort to Wolfsong and Sunstride's little ones. It's given her the privilege to experience their litter grow from folded ears and wobbly paws to kittens steady with their stubby legs and voices louder than most Clan cats. That experience, however, is not shared with Brightshine and Heavy Snow's litter. She's seen them sparingly as they've grown, mostly to check in on them and assure their parents that they're growing properly - but beyond that... not really.

Cottonpaw spies Heathkit as the little one scouts out a butterfly. Her tail twitches as she vaguely remembers that this one is... behind the others, if only a little bit. She can't remember the word for it, but Heathkit isn't as perceptive as her siblings. Which is odd, given that the white furred kitten nearly catches the fluttering bug.

"Oops! So close," Cottonpaw cheers regardless, rummaging through her mind to remember what unseen ailment troubles Heathkit. She kneels down to get closer in level with the child. "You feelin' alright?"​

 

[PINKSHINE]

Heathkit is weird. Super duper weird in a way that she can’t describe but it’s okay because Pink-kit loves her anyways! And she’s gonna be good enough at everything in the whole world to make up for her! Pink-kit follows after her sister, one foot in front of the other (She was getting real good at that). She would pause momentarily, as Heathkit pauses to look back at her. Would it be “ my favoritest sister, come here! ” or “ lets go exploring! ” or something? ALL wrong because Heathkit hardly says anything at all!

Pink-kit puffs out her cheeks in frustration, continuing to move over but this time all huffy and puffy like. " Why why whyyyyy? " the girl whines, frustrated by how funny Heathkit was. She was so funny she wasn’t even funny at all!

She leaps for something – a wingy thing, and Pink-kit lets out a loud, " HA! " when she misses. Heathkit was so silly! Another cat comes over, and Pink-kit is correcting them easily. " Nuh - uh! " Lying was bad news. At least, Pink-kit thinks shes the medicine cat, or something. Heathkit probably needs one of those. " Heathkit is we - ird, " Pink-kit chirps, all anger forgotten as she attempts to pounce on the very same butterfly. It wasn't even a pretty one! Pink-kit could see this color on any ol' cat. For being so boring, she should kill it!

OOC 🎀 IT'S 4:27 IN THE AFTERNOON, 20 MISSED TEXTS FROM YOU

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• NOTE: SHE IS A FEVER COAT BABY!
  

  

• ( I MISS YOU, IT'S MAGIC! ) PINK-KIT KIT OF WINDCLAN. DAUGHTER TO BRIGHTSHINE & HEAVY SNOW. SISTER TO HEATHKIT, DOWNYKIT, & FINCHKIT.
  —— SHE / HER; UNOPPOSED TO THE USE OF OTHERS
  —— CURRENTLY 2 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 16TH
  
  A tiny, longhaired calico she - kit with yellow eyes, ringed blue around her pupils (sectoral heterochromia). While you can clearly see her flame markings on her face, the rest of her body is currently covered by a grey fever - coating. Though the whites of her are still very much visible. Pink-kit bounces around WindClan without a care in the world! Her emotions are big, and she makes little effort to regulate them, resulting in both her usually cheerful disposition, as well as making her prone to sudden bouts of extreme anger or sadness. Rarely seen without a smile!
  

  HEAVY IC OPINIONS! Pink-kit is a very irrational and childish character!​

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[HEATHPAW]

She looks up and only then is when she sees Cottonpaw. She reaches up to paw at her sore jaw, recognizing vaguely that the ashen-coated older molly is one that smells of herb and occasionally comes in to check on her and the siblings. Her pupils have shrunk back down to their normal state. The ache on her jaw is simply that and nothing more—no blood stains her fur, it just hurts.

She recognizes the unsteady footsteps of her sister and her head turns around over her shoulder to see Pink-kit hobble over, her jaw opening and shutting for a moment before she decides to jump on the butterfly herself. The fur along Heathkit's spine ruffles and she smiles at her sister. She purrs rather loudly.

Weird? She had never thought of herself as weird. This was how she had always known the world. But the suspicions of her siblings, parents, and Cottonpaw were above Heathkit. As far as she or any of them knew, Heathkit was simply a step behind her larger siblings, nothing more.

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[FINCHPAW! ☆]

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Unlike Heathkit, Finchkit has taken every opportunity presented to her to slip out, to scurry all about this exciting new world that seems to hold new questions and new answers every single day. Today, it's this: that she has been slow to wake, slow to pull herself out of the scraps of moss she calls her nest, and that Heathkit has beaten her outside. Without a word, it seems - as usual with her sister, who...doesn't really ever speak to them. Not where Finchkit can hear, at least, and sometimes it feels like she's intentionally ignoring them, but then she'll turn and smile or purr or something along those lines and it's like, no, maybe she's just like that, all silent and everything. The girl doesn't understand why she doesn't want to talk, or why she'll sometimes act like she's ignoring everybody else, but most of the time it's fine. Except right now, though, because she totally should have said something about going out! Or at least, she could have woken Finchkit up, if she still didn't want to say anything.

Chocolate-dipped paws race after Heathkit (and apparently Pink-kit, too?!), skidding against the ground as Finchkit unceremoniously slows to a stop, sinking to the ground with the force of her momentum. The sun is shining, cats are milling about doing whatever, and it's time to play! Once again, though, it seems Heathkit has her beat - a white fur of ball comes falling back down, a rare sound escaping her maw, but more importantly is what had evaded her grasp. "What is that?!" she gasps, eyes widening into saucers as she dances closer to where Pink-kit now tries her luck. Surely there won't be a response from Heathkit - there never is, not a real one - but maybe, um...Co..tton..paw(? she thinks?) knows what the strange little brown thing is. "What's it do, all off the ground like that?" Could she do that, too? It moves its paws really weird, she notices, and in a strange form of mimicry, she extends one of her legs out, shaking it around. Nothing seems to happen, and she lets out a huff, though her attention is once again grabbed by something else before she has time to mediate on why this little thing can fly and she can't.​

i want to spin something out of nothing - (☀︎) - lead to gold, spring from winter

• OOC: --​
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  - Finch Finchkit
  - She/her (AFAB)
  - 2 moons
  - Loner Kit of WindClan
  - Hearty & scruffy chocolate lynx point with splashes of white and bright blue eyes
  - Art by Jay & base by googaoo respectively! <33
  - Minor powerplay allowed!
  - Penned by Hijinks​

 

[downyfur]

Downykit likes Heathkit. Pink-kit makes her opinion on their sister abundantly clear, and Downykit supposes they'd agree, but they still like her. They're not going to get all puffy over her because she doesn't talk to them. Sometimes they don't want to talk either, but everyone around them in talking, which makes them feel like they should be talking too. Heathkit doesn't seem to have that problem. She just makes noises when she feels like it and talks when she feels like it. Or at least that's what Downykit thinks, because they've never actually heard her talk.

From outside the nursery den comes a squeal of pain. Downykit is quick to poke their head out, curiosity warring with the instinctual knowledge of what it means. Pink-kit and Finchkit beat them to Heathkit though, and there's a gray cat leaning over their pale-furred sister as well. She visits the nursery a lot, and her pelt smells sharp, but in a good way. The tiny point shuffles towards the gathering kittens. "Heathkit?" they call, gathering up their hopes for a response but not at all expecting one. Half their mind stays on Heathkit, but the other half wanders to the strange thing holding their other sisters' attentions captive.

Heathkit isn't making any more pained noises, so they scoot closer to where Finchkit is. They blink past her shoulder at the fluttering thing in the air, like a scrap of Finchkit's fur come to life on the wind. Downykit coos appreciatively. Pink-kit is already recovering from her jump towards it, and they feel the stir in at the bottom of their skull urging them to follow. Almost half-heartedly, they make a leap at it too, and they fail just as hard. "Oof." It's okay. They don't care about it as much as Pink-kit does. Finchkit volunteers a question, which makes them tilt their head. "It's a cloud," they suggest. FInchkit wants an answer. They want an answer. "A brown cloud. It's really fast. It's more weird than Heathkit." Downykit glances towards the oldest cat here, the gray one with the white paws, in hopes that they're right. "...I think."​

 

[FINCHPAW! ☆]

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Downykit volunteers an answer before anyone else, though it has Finchkit wrinkling her nose skeptically at her littermate. "A cloud? Really?" she asks, glancing between the strange, fluttering thing that's thus far escaped just about all of their grasps and the floating, puffy things up in the sky. The clouds have always been something she's pondered - why did they always stay up there? How come they didn't ever come down where cats could play in them? This thing zipping around being a cloud would be awfully convenient, she thinks, but it's not like she has any evidence to the contrary - after all, she didn't see where it came from, and clearly she hasn't seen where it's going just yet. "Can we watch it go back up with the other clouds? And, and maybe come back down again? Do you think it'll be back soon? The torrent of questions flow out easily, though they're not directed to anyone in particular, simply Finchkit thinking aloud.

The others have all tried their luck at capturing the cloud with no success, and perhaps foolishly, she believes that she'll be better at it, though not for any particular reason; in her mind, the logic is sound, and so, in direct defiance of her hopes of watching it float back up into the sky, she drops into a messy crouch, mirroring her siblings. With no grace and with little preparation, she follows right after her siblings, the cloud easily scooting out of the range of her outstretched paws, and Finchkit lands back on the ground with an oomph and a frown twisting its way onto her muzzle. How come none of them could catch it when it was right down here? Much easier to reach than the clouds normally were, that's for sure. Well, she's not about to give up - not when she could get her paws on her very own piece of cloud! Without any reflection on why she hadn't caught it the first time, she falls to the ground and springs again, waving around even more wildly than before, as she once again misses entirely.

Finchkit does not like this cloud anymore, she decides then and there. It's no fun when they can't even catch it! Maybe she's better off just watching the clouds from afar than hoping they'll come down and dance upon the ground with the rest of them if this is what all clouds are like.​

i want to spin something out of nothing - (☀︎) - lead to gold, spring from winter

• OOC: --​
• 
• 
  - Finch Finchkit
  - She/her (AFAB)
  - 2 moons
  - Loner Kit of WindClan
  - Hearty & scruffy chocolate lynx point with splashes of white and bright blue eyes
  - Art by Jay & base by googaoo respectively! <33
  - Minor powerplay allowed!
  - Penned by Hijinks​