STEADFAST &. official in camp intro

[ORANGEPAW.]

WE WERE PLAYING IN THE SAND​

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"woah... it's really cool here!"

the dirty kitten speaks loud and clear, turning back to the small patrol that's led him here, eyes blinking real wide and an even wider smile. he wonders if his mama would like it here? he hopes she will still be able to find him, that's what he really hopes! he's been good and his mama always said to be good! he can do that! he can do that, especially if it meant his mom was going to return. she'd be back. he just has to keep being good. he nearly trips over his paws, as just how tired he is sets in but he stays awake. he has to, for when his mom finally comes to get him.

"are you sure my mom can find us here? I don't want her to worry! i told her I was gonna stay riiiight there!"

he has fully turned back around now, eyes struggling to stay open and his body struggling to stay upright but he cannot help but fight it off. it's what he's been doing for the past couple nights. he has to wait for his mom.

//takes place after this thread! just in camp, and extremely exhausted, now!

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[nightbird]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ a patrol returning early was generally grounds for concern. it wasn't often a whole group could be convinced to abandon their duty unless something more pressing arose.

a kitten stumbled into camp, unrecognizable, his orange coat sticky with blood. nightbird can't help the slight curl of her lip at the scent, her brow furrowing as she looked the kitten over. he poses a question to the patrol, nightbird does not answer. if they lied to him, they could be the ones to undo that mess.

"another one?" she asks rhetorically with a sigh. they hardly had enough room for their own kits, at what point did they start sending these children cast aside by their mothers to skyclan. she doesn't linger, doesn't ask who's blood coated the child. did it even matter? she turns over her shoulder in search of their leader instead, issuing a curt explanation. "i'll get howlingstar."

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎┌── AND TIME IS RAGING ⋅⋆⋅ MAY IT RAGE IN VAIN ──┐‎

• ooc ↛ fetching @HOWLINGSTAR
  

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  NIGHTBIRD ✩ she/her, lead warrior of thunderclan, 32 ☾'s
  ⭃ a small black smoke molly with a white paw and pale silver eyes.
  ⭃ mate to raccoonstripe / / mentor to none
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[COPPERFANG.]

'Another one?' really is the only question to be asked. They'd been finding far too many abandoned or orphaned kits on their territory, but there was not really much that they could do other than take them in. Leaving them be was out of the question, and ThunderClan was unlikely to turn down the possibility for more future warriors unless they really truly were unable to take care of them. Right now, that was not the case - they had plenty of queens in the nursery at the moment, though an excess of kits were really going to be a handful. "You'll need a good wash, that is for certain.. and some sleep, something to eat. I am sure they will be happy to make a place for you in the nursery. Howlingstar will be out to sort things shortly."

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎IT'LL HELP YOU : ̗̀➛ SOME SUNNY DAY ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

• speech, thoughts, actions

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  ☼ SH chocolate ticked tabby tom w/amber eyes
  ☼ 47 moons; ages every 3rd, npc x npc
  ☼ cis male he/him; bisexual, not purposely looking
  ☼ currently mentoring roaringpaw
  ☼ peaceful & healing powerplay permitted
  ☼ easy to befriend; will not start fights, will end fights
  

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[Fadingpaw]

[ ༻ ☼ ༺ ] Another kit was brought through the camp's wall, this time one covered in mud and blood that stuck to his orange coat. The looks on the warrior's face tell everything about the situation but Fadingkit was apart of the welcoming kit community! It was her duty to make sure Orangekit felt fully welcome within the walls of Thunderclan! Especially if they were going to be her den mate and future clanmate.

She quickly trotted to the scene, blue eyes bright and on Orangekit with a wide smile that never faded from her lips. "Hello! I'm Fadingkit, would you like to be friends? I can show you around camp and introduce you to my friends!" the girl eagerly chimed, and by friends, she meant the spider that lives near the nursery, to the pretty blooms of flowers that grew within the camp's wall (of course she considered Scorchedkit her friend too and Thundergleam but they could introduce themselves). "What is your name?" she asked brightly, stubby tail wiggling in her excitement, happy to have a potential friend, like Bold!

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── So many angles , so many lines ──┐‎

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  "speak""Thoughts"
  
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  Fadingkit ☼ She/Her, Kit of Thunderclan, 3 moons.
  ⭃ Stocky short flame point tabby she-kit with blue eyes and stubby tail, one floppy ear
  ⭃ Crimsonsun x Shadedmoon
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[GENTLESTORM]

'CAUSE SOMEWHERE DOWN THE BANK — The smell of blood is enough to make his insides coil uncomfortably and rises to his paws immediately, his eyes frantically searching his den though he figures he would have a better diagnosis if he looked at who had been injured. He slips out from the den watching Nightbird slip away to retrieve Howlingstar, his copper gaze focusing on the patrol that had returned. His eyes locked onto the bloodied kitten that stood near Copperfang who began to say that the tomkit would be cleaned, fed, and get plenty of sleep when their leader figured out things. A breath of relief slips from his jaws as snowy dipped paws push him onward seeing that Fadingkit eagerly approached the nameless kitten asking what his name is and if he wanted to be friends. Once the pale tom is close enough does he lean his head toward the muddied kitten and tilts his helm slightly to the side only to use a paw to briefly brush against his coat to make sure that it wasn't the young stranger that's bleeding. His dark gaze locking with Copperfang's with several quiet questions but instead the large tom decides to smile warmly at the kit.

Gentlestorm retreats without a single word to his den as his jaws clamp around some moss that he dips into the pool and returns to the patrol with both of his ears pricked forward. He sets down the wet moss to speak still wearing that friendly smile that's present on his scruffy maw, "Hello there, little one. Lets get you cleaned up real quick, I'm sure you want to look a little presentable, hm?" Just like his name, he begins to gently brush the wet moss on the fur of the kitten to clean some of the blood off and he'd step back for a heartbeat to allow the nameless kit to get used to the feeling of the moss.

WHERE THE DOGS ROAM ✿ POR LA CALLE QUE TE LLEVA A CURICÓ

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  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ✿✿✿✿✿ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ✿✿✿✿❀ INFECTIONS
  — ✿✿✿✿❀ ACHES & PAINS
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ ILLNESS
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ✿❀❀❀❀ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ BROKEN BONES
  — ✿✿✿❀❀ KITTING
  — ❀❀❀❀❀ POISONS
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  ✿ a longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and brown eyes
  ✿ gentlestorm is a very warm individual and friendly to those who he meets, he's very social and willing to lend anyone a paw if they need it. he's very patient, caring, and it's usually rare to earn his ire.
  ✿ 54 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✿ widowed mate of little wolf
  ✿ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset ; peaceful powerplay allowed
  ✿ "speech", thoughts, attacking

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[ROEFLAME .]

-ˋˏ ༻ ☀ ༺ ˎˊ-

When yet another tiny bundle is brought into camp, this one much more extroverted than his predecessors, Roeflame feels a familiar tinge of dread- though it is no longer for the kit himself, no, whatever the circumstances he was safe now. The dread that drew her ears back for a fleeting moment is bore from the fact that there was simply no more room left in their nursery, nearly two dozen kits had filled the partially woven burrow to the brim- and the brassed queen knows she is being terribly selfish in the privacy of her thoughts.
Sparrowkit, Deerkit, and Tornadokit would soon leave for the apprentices den, then it would be her kits turn, and Roeflame would be able to return to the shared nest that awaited her in the warriors den. The thought was the tabby’s silver lining, the thing that drew a relaxing exhale from the lead warriors maw as she rose to her paws. “Stay near the nursery.” Her chirp towards the clowder of kits under her supervision is gentle before she’d pad over, a soft and amused smile gracing her features as Fadingkit hops over, proving himself to be quite the social butterfly.
“You look like you’ve had quite the journey!” Roeflame trills warmly, settling near where Gentlestorm softly combs away the dust that coats the child’s fur. “My name is Roeflame, I’ll be making sure you have a cozy nest waiting for you in our nursery, you must be tired.” Her hum is soft, tentatively awaiting Howlingstars arrival, she shifts her tired gaze to Gentlestorm.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── SHE BLOWS OUTTA NOWHERE ⋅✴⋅ ROMAN CANDLE OF THE WILD ──┐‎

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  ROEFLAME ✩ she/her, Lead Warrior of Thunderclan, twenty-two moons.
  ⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
  ⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Foxpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ☀ underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[SHADOWEDPAW]

◐ . Somewhere beneath mud and blood, a scrap of flaming fur arrives. It’s another kit to fill the nursery, another friend to be made. Though Shadowedkit isn’t the first to burst onto the scene to greet the new face, he is close behind Fadingkit, slipping past Roeflame before she can chirp out her orders. A curious gaze eyes the new kit, ears twitching at his sister’s welcome.

“ And I’m Shadowedkit! “ he adds in-between her greeting, sticking close to the flame point. “ I’ll be your friend too! Do you wanna to play? “ He looks up to Gentlestorm at his arrival, the medicine cat cleaning away extra splotches of color, revealing orange, orange, orange.

“ Can he play? “ he asks the medicine cat, anticipation radiating off of him. ​

✦ ABOUT

• SHADOWEDKIT ✦ AMAB. He / Him. Kit of ThunderClan.
  ✧ . A flame point / cream tabby chimera tom.
  ✧ . Crimsonsun x Shadedmoon
  ✧ . Mentor to be determined.
  ✧ . Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted!
  ✧ . Penned by Abri ‣ @_abri_ on discord, feel free to dm for plots!
  ✧ . " Speech " ; Attack
  

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[ORANGEPAW.]

WE WERE PLAYING IN THE SAND​

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the young tom tilts his head comically, and rather dramatically, to the side like that of a curious dog. he watches nightbird go as quick as she approaches. huh! who was howlingstar? these cats had pretty cool names! he blinks at copperfang who says something about a wash, and food and sleep. oh, he is tired! but he doesn't know if he wants to admit that, especially when a young cat like himself comes up to him. oh stars, he's never seen a kitten like him before!

"hi! i don't gotta name!"

not that he remembers, anyways. he's not sure why his mom didn't give him one. maybe she was just waiting for something. something that, unknowingly, would never come. he's not upset about not having a name. he doesn't mind. it simply just is what it is, and there's nothing to that! the next cat to approach is a rather big one and he has a very nice smile. that reminds him of his mom. his mom has a nice smile, too. and he smells comforting in a sense. he doesn't know why but all he does know is that he likes him! moss is used to clean him up and he purrs loudly, like that of a rumbling monster, leaning into it as his tail sways and he blinks a few good times when it finally stops.

"that was mom's!"

he says as more of a matter of fact, not really realizing the morbidity of it. the cleaning continues and he leans into it, up against the soft walk of fur that is the medicine cat, a yawn escaping him as his eyes slowly open and close.

"i can stay up!!"

he is totally not paying attention to the fact he is actively falling asleep on his paws. he can't help it! he really is tired and gentlestorm is gentle, like his name suggests.

"i wanna play!"

he nods but the excitement tappers off as he full on falls asleep. he's still standing, propped up against the large tom cat but the bigger kitten can't help it. he's tired. he swears he's awake enough to stay safe, just like his mama taught him, but he can't stay awake to be quite honest. he needs sleep.

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[beetlepaw]

Green eyes flash at Roeflame as he is ordered. Stay at the nursery. Ears flatten and his eyes roll swiftly. Why did he have to stay over there when Fadingkit and Shadowedkit were already there? That wasn't there. He exhaled quietly, vision turning towards his siblings and relaying the order to them. "Stay here." He said, lifting his chin before turning and disobeying Roeflame's wish, bounding over to the gathering around the bloodied and energetic kit.

Well, energetic was generous. His lip pulled back at the stink, but he didn't comment on that. "Oh, please. Just go to sleep." Beetlekit said from beside Roeflame's leg, his tail flicking with an air of superiority. "Look! He's already asleep, barely keepin' his eyes open." Beetlekit giggles, and before he can be scolded for being rude, Beetlekit dips and dives back to the nursery, chuckles still filtering through grinning teeth.

—————---***I DON'T START FIGHTS BUT***————---​

✧ I'LL HANDLE YOU JUST FINE

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• — LH black smoke with green eyes. scruffy looking with a very solid build.
  — 3 moons old; ages the 16th every month
  — tba orient. ; currently not looking
  — child of BURNSTORM and ROEFLAME
  — thunderclan ; loyal to FAMILY
  — medium to befriend ; trusts family mostly, trusts little otherwise
  — "speech", thoughts, attacking
  — peaceful powerplay allowed

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[HOWLINGSTAR]

At this point, stray kittens showing up in ThunderClan's forest has become something of a routine. She can't count how many kits in the nursery have been found abandoned here. It doesn't matter, because now they will always have a place here. She will ensure that for every orphan.

She hurries out of her den after Nightbird, eyes round with worry as soon as she spots the bloodied kit. "Oh my stars," She murmurs to herself, picking up the pace. He looks really hurt. Of course, she does not realize that none of that blood belongs to him. "Gentlestorm, is he alright?" She asks him as soon as she arrives at the kit's side, her muzzle nudging him as maternal instincts overload her brain. The medicine cat's calm attitude and the lack of wounds she finds eases her mind. But then begs the question...whose blood is it?

That was mom's! He says too happily. Her stomach twists in anguish and horror. Why didn't he seem upset about it at all? He's nearly an apprentice's age, old enough to grasp wounds and death. Why doesn't he seem scared or concerned? It sends alarm bells ringing in her head. "Wh...what?" She mews, but she quickly shakes her head. Nevermind. Don't talk about it. "You don't have a name, huh?" She asks as gently as she can, trying her best to remain calm for him.

"Your parents...are they gone?" The dreaded question, but one she has to know the answer to. Are angry rogues going to come looking for this child?​