camp soldier poet king — piggy back rides [ pafp ]

[OAKFANG]

don't try to rush your enemies .​

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Oakfang couldn’t wrap his head around offering kits piggyback rides, but he enjoyed them all the same. It had been an offhanded remark from Spiderlily that spurred him into action, claiming he was great with kits, even if he never quite had his own. Who would he be if he did not show it?

The brown-smoked feline shuffled, lips cracking in a small grin, squared shoulders perfect for kits to nestle between, while others swatted at stray tendrils, or ( his most favorite ) would climb his hind quarters without prompt. Buggers. Expression grumpy, but still had its air of charm, frosted muzzle crinkling.

He hummed. “What does it feel like to be tall?” He inquired, amber optics crinkling as he stood close to the nursery, sides brushing against its walls with each intake of pine-scented air. “Scary, mhm?” He commented with curious optics. With an additional crick in my next. He wondered what he had done in his past life to have deserved such shortness, but he was still taller than Spiderlily and he made damn sure to use that to his advantage whenever the creepy tom went off on another one of his deathly tangents of bones and rot.

/ please wait for @EMBERKIT. ​

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[EMBERFACE.]

☼—— emberkit loves lots of things in life—his family will always be the first on that list, of course, but two things follow shortly behind; meeting new cats and doing new things. so, naturally, when oakfang arrives in the nursery and offers blocky shoulders perfect for a fluffy kit to nestle in, his golden face lights cheerfully up and he bounds forward—not without making sure nobody else wants to go first, of course. a climb and a hop and he's perched on the smoke-furred tom's shoulders, quickly finding the most comfortable way to settle his fluffy frame, oversized tail hanging down to brush the warrior's neck as emberkit beams from above, "yay! thanks, oa-oakfang!"

he feels so big, like howlingstar climbing the tallrock or a fierce warrior leading battle from the tallest hills of their forest. baby blue eyes peer around oakfang's neck at whoever might be his audience, grinning unabashedly at those around him from his new perch. his rounded ears twitch when the brown-pelted tom speaks, his voice immediate and close in emberkit's ear, listening cheerfully if not attentively. emberkit's reply is a happy chirp, "i feel b-big! it's ... it's a little scary," he pauses, one eye on the ground that suddenly seems far below, but his tone is bright, "but i feel str-strong! like howlingstar!"

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• ☼ emberkit — for his bright pelt & in honor of emberstar he/him ; amab, will come out as genderfluid ICly — thunderclan — kit — 2 ☾s —— emberkit is a young kit with a radiant white-splashed cream pelt and soft blue eyes. the adopted son of thunderclan's lead warrior sunfreckle and his mate rabbitnose, he is sweet, honest, and as bright as his namesake, if somewhat lacking in an attention span. —— smells like winter air & sweet smoke ; sounds like young bran stark ; speech in #A7CAEB, thoughts in #e98b27 —— 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 friendships, casual interactions, plotting ; not open to romance, battles 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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[Sunfreckle]

He really wishes he could stop feeling so uneasy when literally any clanmate was near his kits, because logically he knew they would be fine. His clan was trustworthy, his clanmates were good cats, but a small part of him still remembers seeing Howlingstar bloodied in the medicine cat den after what Trufflepelt had done, he still remembers Sandpaw being brought into camp with her leg at an odd angle and Sunnyday almost sheepishly apologetic like it wasn't a big deal. Sunfreckle bristles at the memory, but pushes it down. Oakfang was fine, a quiet but otherwise alright warrior who was doing more than most did and humoring the kittens rather than shooing them off with a tail flick. Besides, Emberkit looked so delighted he didn't want to ruin his young son's fun, let him enjoy his kithood before he was made an apprentice and began his training.
Sunfreckle stretched where he lay just by the nursery, smiling lazily from where his head settled on his paws to watch the play, knowing that he would need to eventually be the bearer of bad news and whisk the kits away for a nap before they fell asleep somewhere in camp where he had to carry them one by one back to the nest.
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[LITTLE WOLF]

Despite the restricted feeling she had gotten during her stints in the nursery, she also found herself sometimes missing it. She misses when her own kits were small, when all they were concerned about was what game they would play. There was no border skirmishes, no mentor deaths or it was just her and them. She understands Sunfreckle's confliction as he watches his own brood play. She had had the same reservations with her own litter. Her clanmates were, in general, good cats, but she cannot help but remember she had once thought the same of Trufflepelt. She had hovered over her youngest litter much more than she had with her oldest, worried almost constantly for their safety. She can tell by the worried expression on her friends face that he feels the same.

When she comes to stand next to red furred warrior she briefly touches her shoulder to his and, if he were to look over at her, she would offer him a warm smile. "They grow up so fast don't they?" she says quietly, green gaze watching fondly as the kits clambered upon their clanmate.
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[DUSKBIRD]

He has thought this before when confronted with Sunfreckle's litter: when did I grow up? To think there was a last time for these little moments that he had missed. Did Skypaw miss them too? Did anyone else look at a kitten and think that was me, when did I get so big? For a moment, the concept of time leaves him nauseous. Emberkit looks happy up on Oakfang's shoulders, and Duskpaw is over here thinking that the kitten should watch out for the larger cat's rolling weight, to prepare to leap off at any sign that they might be thrown. There is a typical seriousness to the dark-furred apprentice. When he comes to join Little Wolf in Sunfreckle's company, he is very nearly her size. "I bet he'll be good at climbing if he likes being tall." The comment is meant to be meaningless, but accompanied with Little Wolf's it feels suddenly bittersweet. Too soon. Everything happens too soon.

˗ˏˋ〚  OOC NOTES 05.20.2023 〛´ˎ˗

• ooc: —
• ──── duskpaw. apprentice of thunderclan. he / they.
  ──── blazestar x little wolf, older littermate of skykit.
  ──── does not know of his father / skyclan heritage.
  
  ──── an undefined kitten with long, dark brown fur that fades just slightly near the chest, throat, and ears, while the tip of their tail burns with the bright orange tabby flame. eyes are a deep, rich amber-brown, seeming red.
• "speech"

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[GENTLESTORM]

( ❄ ) Hailstorm couldn't help but smile at the sight of Oakfang giving Emberkit a piggyback ride, his warm eyes lighting up and would step over in the direction of Little Wolf, Sunfreckle, and Duskpaw of which he offered a dip of his head. He'd take a seat nearby but made sure that they he had given them space before listening idly. Oh to be young again, Hailstorm can hardly recall a lot of his youth but there was good bits about it and he knew there hadn't been a lot of worries then. Kittens could be carefree and reckless within the safety of camp but needn't worry about what was out there awaiting them once they became apprentices, a whole different world, smells, and creatures.

The snowy warrior's sides of his mouth twitching upwards into a warm smile before adding with a nod "Hopefully, his mentor is equally as good as climbing." It would be a little silly if Emberkit got out of training just by climbing trees, sure, a lot of cats could do such a feat but not as well as Skyclanners. He can briefly recall seeing a few Skyclan cats jumping through the branches without much of an issue once on a patrol, they basically soared. The memory made him snort quietly to himself before looking to Oakfang and Emberkit once more, his mind slipping and began to dabble on a few of his thoughts silently. ​

( O SOL PEDIU A ; LUA EM CASAMENTO )