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[HORIZONPAW [transferred]]

He hopes Crabkit doesn't mind the fact he doesn't talk. Crabkit talks enough for the both of them, he thinks. The two crawl along one of the pitiful shorelines of RiverClan camp, lit brightly by the blazing blue overhead. With not a cloud in sight, the little beaches' treasures gleam without abandon, fettered by the occassional strand of reed or sedge.

A round, red thing catches Horizonkit's eye. He bounds over to it, paws scattering flecks of sand. It looks like a snail's shell, if the shell had been painted metallic and stretched sideways by enormous paws, but it has a little hole for the snail to sleep in, and it's certainly big enough to hold a snail. Maybe even ten snails. The tom beckons his russet-furred companion with a wave of his tail and a tip of his head. For a moment, all the worries of the warriors' and Moonbeam's disappearances fall away, bounced off the strange sleek surface of a new toy. Experimentally, the scale-striped tom pings pings a claw over its hard back.

ooc: for darter! @CRABKIT they found a coca cola can c:

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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 Crabkit, in fact, does not mind the other kit’s relative silence—he doesn’t need two cats to carry on a conversation! He can talk about cool fish he’s seen all on his own, and as they crawl along the shoreline, he can also talk about each and every interesting object that he sees on their way. "I found a shell! And another one! Oh, look, this one’s really bright! And this one looks like a bird…" With each shell he points out, the little tom holds them up for a heartbeat as well, showing off his prizes to the other kit. But the next time he grabs something off the ground, mossy eyes lift from his find to see that Horizonkit isn’t even paying attention to him. The other kit has found a shiny, red thing of his own, and he swats at it with a paw. The weird shell doesn’t seem to do anything in response, and the orange-striped tom bounds over to the other kit.

"Wait, you found the coolest shell of them all!" Shiny and clearly hard, it would make a cool home for a crab or even a snail. And Horizonkit likes snails, doesn’t he? Or maybe it’s one of his siblings that keeps bringing snails into the nursery… but it’s probably Horizonkit! "What do you think lives in it?" Tapping his own paw against the shell of the strange object, Crabkit tilts his head curiously to the side. Will anything answer their tapping?

˚𓆛˚｡ the river will take me

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  CRABKIT ❯❯ he/him, kit of riverclan
  𓆟 ginger and cream tabby with rippling white spotting and mossy green eyes. highly emotional and difficult to keep focused on one subject.
  𓆟 son of iciclefang ; brother to cragkit & pinekit
  𓆟 peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  𓆟 penned by foxlore

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Crabkit's chatter drowns in the waves lapping against the shallows, each flap of his tongue just another crest in the sea. Horizonkit drifts in and out of his, paying attention where it suits him, and somehow Crabkit doesn't seem to mind too much. If he minded, well, Horizonkit could just go find more shells by himself. But it's nice to have another set of eyes too, he finds.

A smile flits across his freckled face at the boy's exclamation, two sets of green eyes growing wide. A coral paw taps in discordant unison with his, and the shell answers in its own hauntingly metallic chirp. Horizonkit cocks his head as well. Leaning closer, he takes a few sniffs, but other than an overarching note of sharpness, there's nothing there but the shore, surf, and sun.

The kitten opens his mouth, closes it, opens it again. He doesn't know; he has nothing to add. "Um." He should say something. What would Evening or Twinkle say? "Mm-mm." He just shrugs and bats it towards the other like a ball. Maybe something will come running out, screaming its head off.

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