camp So we back in the mine || Dirty apprentice makes it everyone elses problem

[Littlepaw]

Littlepaw considered himself...A dirt connoisseur. Peatbelly has taught him all the ins and outs of tunneling and digging, and the small tom soaked in every bit of information. He found digging to be quite fun, always coming out of the tunnels covered in dust and dirt. Some cats may think it a shame that he was so light colored, but he thought the opposite! It showed just how hard he was working!

Today, he was wandering through the tunnels on maintenance duty. He was very much in tune with how the dirt felt in different areas of the territory. The closer he was to the river, the softer it felt. The same with the marsh. He goes around those areas first to pack the dirt in firmly, which was what he was doing today. He was patting that dirt like nobody's business untill it was nice and firm. As such, he was..Getting rather filthy. Thankfully Spiderbloom gave up trying to keep him clean long ago. It was FUTILE.

Having done his work and giving the dirt the packing it needed, he began heading back to camp, skittering through the tunnels and clearing away any debris he came across. Like this small twig lodged in between the walls. He grabbed it in his jaws and carried it out of the tunnel spitting it out and making his way into camp.

He was covered in so much dirt you'd think brown was his natural fur color. Clumps of it stuck to him and caked his body, and when he shook, he sent bits of dirt everywhere. He didn't care, though! It was just part of a hard days work!!

"I have returned!!" He announces proudly from his dust cloud like he didn't just send dirt flying everywhere and probably hitting his nearby clanmates.​

 

[PINKSHINE]

Pink-kit is still coming to terms with the mysterious phenomenon that are dirt - cats. Dirt cats here – dirt cats there, these weird guys went into holes, and then STAYED there for a super long time. Pink-kit has seen holes before. She tried to dig one the other day, and it got boring REALLY quickly. How the heck were these gross worm - cats spending like, the ENTIRE day in a hole, and sometimes with food in their mouths! Did food just magically appear in your mouth if you stare into dirt for long enough? Even if this is so, Pink-kit doesn’t think she could stand doing that for so long!

This one dirty cat – he’s like the dirtiest ever. Pink-kit thinks there’s no one dirtier than him and there never will be in like a million moons. She meets him with a smile. " You're sooo gross! " she thoughtfully observes.

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]

Heathkit enjoys watching cats come and go out of camp—where do they go, she wonders. All she has are the clues they bring back from wherever they go. Heathkit is rarely seen outside the nursery without the company of her siblings, so it is no surprise perhaps that Pink-kit has a pale shadow following after her as she greets Littlepaw.

The white kitten wobbles to a stop next to her sister, blinking owlishly at the dirt that flies off from his shake. She raises her head to take a big, perhaps impolite, sniff at the dust and dirt that clings to Littlepaw's pelt. She gasps and sneezes so loudly her haunches crumple back to the ground.

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[FEATHERSPINE]

Watchful nearby, Featherkit dwelled- half-lidded eyes of yellow languidly followed the movement of the Clan around her. It had been a soothing sort of waltz, akin to the soporific dance of counted sheep... words had blurred into nothing, and she was finally able to let her eyes flutter shut for a moment-

And then, a starburst of sound, splitting as hawk swan-song. He nearly bit his tongue off in a startle, a spear of sound skewering any chance he had at a nap. Featherkit's patented scowl darkened his features heavily, then, as his vision flitted between those who called out, adding to the clamour that had already ruined his day. A loud apprentice he didn't know- Pink-kit, who he did know to always be saying a bit too much- and, gone unnoticed until he had looked for her, Heathkit who never said much of anything at all.

Still, he found himself agreeing with the energetic calico. "Yes. G- gross and loud," Featherkit spat, nose wrinkling. "Do you have good things about you?" In the chocolate molly's youth, developing wit only really wove itself into something unabashedly nasty. It felt good to make her displeasure known, though.​

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[HARRIERSTRIPE]

”Most tunnelers are.” Harrierstripe smirks in remark to Pinkkit’s observation. Cautiously he eyes Heathkit, the moment the white kit’s nose wrinkle he steps away to avoid the snot-bomb that would be inevitably deployed.

He liked the bluntness of these kits, the lack of mannerisms. No doubt in time their parents would brush it out of them though, that or their mentors would whip them to shape.

Golden eyes turn to look dully at the dirt cat, his nose wrinkles in disgust. How that much dirt rubbing against his fur, his skin didn’t make him run for the river Harrierpaw doesn’t know. ”It’d be… smart… to bathe yourself. Otherwise you’re going to have some unhappy clan-mates.” Harrierstripe knew he didn’t want dirt tracked all around camp and in his sleeping quarters.

☾ INFO BATTLE

• I don’t think it impacts anything, so I’m rping him as a warrior here!
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  » Harrierkit . Harrierpaw . Harrierstripe
  » WindClan Warrior
  » He/him
  » A black and chocolate chimera with golden eyes.
  » "Speech" ․ thoughts ․ attack
  
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  » A foe who uses jeers and jaunts to distract his opponents.
  » Excels in using terrain to his advantage.
  » Fights to outwit and see another day.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[breezerunner]

Littlepaw unceremoniously barges into camp, a cloud of dirty dust following him like a prophetic stormcloud. What dirt doesn't fly into the air and float around them seems to cling to his coat. He seems fully unbothered, though despite his clanmates immediately voicing their disgust with his condition. The kits seem the most disconcerted of all, concerned in different ways about Littlepaw's dirty coat. Harrierstripe joins them with a jab as Breezerunner lingers nearby.

"They're dirty," Breezerunner agrees with an amiable nod, not wanting to step on Harrierstripe's toes. But he still rushes to add: "But they still play a very important role in WindClan, you know?" He cocks his head at Featherkit. He wonders if the kit has given any thought to what he might hope to be when he grows up, thinking back on how he and his siblings used to play pretend like they were mapping out all the tunnels and planning for that future they'd have together. Of course, that dream had been killed when it had become quickly apparent that Breezerunner's size would hold him back from the role. He might instead bounce around on the walls like a pinball instead, or get stuck in the narrower descents and ascents.

"Harrierstripe is right," the moor runner agrees once more when he turns to Littlepaw "It might be wise to consider not dirtying up your clanmates... For multiple reasons." He can't help but feel a tinge of envy stewing in his gut when he takes into account how proud Littlepaw looks. And why shouldn't he...? His job is of major importance, and he has learned much and will learn that much more. Breezerunner would have given anything to be in his shoes a handful of moons ago. He tries again not to dwell on the past.
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