strange serenades . playing

plumpaw

mulled wine by the fire
May 4, 2024
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Foamkit's eyes are wide, following a little creature that ae's come to recognize easily in the past few weeks. A slimy frog hops forward, and while ae isn't sure how it happened to end up in camp, ae doesn't really care. Whatever the reason, it's here now, and as ae watches it slowly hop around, ae crouches slightly, eyes remaining on the little amphibian. The next time it hops forward, ae mimics its movements, hopping towards it. The movement seems to startle it to hop away again, and a rare little giggle bubbles out of the kitten as ae hops after it again. The closer ae gets, the more it moves, and yet ae just keeps on following it. Ae doesn't even think to try to hunt it as the warriors of the clan might, having too much fun just chasing the frog in circles, hopping around. Eventually, it seems to wise up and squeezes into a crevice under a rock that is too small for Foamkit to squeeze aerself into. "No fair," ae mumbles to aerself petulantly. "Come back out here, I can't follow you in there."
 

[ ༻ 𐃉 ༺ ] "You scared it" came the normally quiet and reclused tom. Green gaze flicking from Foamkit and then back to where the frog had taken cover. There has been many of those things going about in the camp now due to how much rainfall they've been getting. Which the warriors seem to have grown tired of, yet at least the kits found amusement in playing with them. His green gaze drifted from where the frog had hid itself to ae, wondering what the other had even been up to yet, Sycamorekit kept his distance from Foamkit making it clear he was still wary of those around him even if one such as ae was around the same age as him. Besides, more frogs would soon hop about so Foamkit probably would forget about the one it scared off once another came about and hopped straight into ae's paws.

  • "speak""Thoughts"
  • Sycamorekit 𐃉 He,She, They, Shadowclan kit, 4 moons.
    LH Rosetted Cinnamon Tabby with low white and green eyes, has an extra set of toes
    Lilacfur x Siltcloud
    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.

 

"Maybe we can convince it to come back out," Gigglekit suggested as she bounded over to Foamkit and Sycamorekit, flashing both her cousin and the other kit a bright smile. "D'you think if you apologized it might come back out?" She asked Foamkit. She was pretty sure that frogs didn't understand them when they talked, but it was worth giving a good college try, wasn't it?

Getting down on her paws and peering into the crevice that the frog seemed to have disappeared into, Gigglekit called out: "Come out, Mr. Frog! Foamkit says ae wants to apologize, isn't that right, Foamkit?" She looked back at ae expectantly.

 

✧ .Maybe it doesn’t know how to play, “ Morelkit suggest as he arrives alongside his kin with a curious gaze and his head tilted to the side at the scene before him. In all honesty, Foamkit’s game of chase looked fun — but perhaps a fun game to kits isn’t all that fun for frogs to play? Gigglekit suggests ae apologize to the amphibian and the middle kit nods in agreement at the suggestion.

Yeah, come back Froggy! “ Morelkit chimes in to his youngest sister’s calls to the hiding amphibian, trying to squeeze in beside Gigglekit to get a peek at the frog. It can’t have gone too far, could it? “ Foamkit just wants to play! “​
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  • MORELKIT AMAB. He / Him. Kit of ShadowClan.
    ✧ . A blue tabby and white tom with pale, blue-gray eyes.
    ✧ . Needledrift x Chittertongue ; Adoptive son to Ferndance
    ✧ . Mentor to be determined
    ✧ . Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted!
    ✧ . Penned by Abri@_abri_ on discord, feel free to dm for plots!
    ✧ . " Speech " ; Attack
 
"we really shouldn't have a frog in camp, tadpoles."

they don't really wanna deny them, though. it's dangerous, yes, but maybe just this once it will be okay.

"but maybe just this once. here. I'll find him. but you have to be gentle okay. we don't wanna hurt them."

they move to sniff and follow the scent if the frog, perking up with a huff. gently they picked up the frog and set it in the center of the kits.

"we shouldn't play with our food but since this little guy is not yet ours to eat, we can play with it. it's important not to hurt prey unless we absolutely must. otherwise, leave them be, okay? so be gentle. one at a time."

hopefully that made sense. they don't always know how to talk to kits but... maybe this would teach them a thing or two about prey.

———————---***ALL OF MY FEELINGS ARE GONE***———————---

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  • black feline with a white marking across their face, a white chin, a white right front paw, and blue eyes. chilledstar is covered in scars, the most prominent ones being the one across their face, and the one across their neck.
    46 moons old; ages the 3rd every month
    they / them pronouns
    aromantic / homosexual ; currently not looking / looking
    child of JAGGED and RAVEN
    shadowclan ; loyal to shadowclan ; other info if applicable
    mildly difficult to befriend ; trusts barely anyone; trusts no one outside of shadowclan
    "speech", thoughts, attacking
    peaceful powerplay allowed
 
Marblekit pads over to sit beside her brother and her denmates, eyes round with interest as she watches Foamkit’s frog get away from aer springing paws. The little tawny she-kit brushes her shoulder against Sycamorekit’s in greeting, giving a little nod to punctuate her sibling’s ruling. “It’s probably hiding from us,” she mews in agreement. Gigglekit and Morelkit suggest apologizing to the frog to make it come back out—Morelkit even pokes his head toward the hole, promising Foamkit just wants to play with the frog.

When Chilledstar pads over, Marblekit’s eyes glint with pleasure. She chirps, “Hello, Chilledstar!” She hopes they’re feeling better today—and they seem to be, fishing the frog from the crack in the earth and presenting it to the kits with a lesson on their lips. Chilledstar tells them kits must not play with their food, but since this frog hadn’t been hunted yet, it was okay to gently play with it.

Marblekit nods solemnly, looking around the group. “I’ll go first,” she announces, stepping toward the little brownish-green creature. She crouches, then darts a paw out to tap the frog on its inflated chest. It gives an irritated-sounding croak, then turns away from her, as if to escape again. “Hey! I was gentle!


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  • Marblekit, she/they w/ feminine and non-gendered terms.
    — “speech”, thoughts, attack
    — 4 moons old, ages realistically on the 1st.
    — mentored by n/a ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a
    — shadowclan kit, formerly a rogue. siltcloud x lilacfur, gen 3.
    — currently mated to n/a.
    — penned by Marquette.

    sh fawn tabby with dull green eyes. courageous, curious, introspective, observant, judgmental, snarky.


 

Following after her youngest at the pace of a giraffe, Ferndance craned her neck down towards the hole in which they'd all gravitated towards, squinting in hopes of seeing the frog that remained hidden within past the slew of brown and grey furs. Emerald eyes followed Chilledstar's paw as it dove behind the rock and fished out Foamkit's prize, her pupils oscillating in tandom with her tail, having to resist the urge to snatch it from the kittens right then and there. She blinked fervently at the mention of the warrior code, its contents leaving the cinnamon tabby offering a momentary frown to thin air. There was no other way for kittens to learn how to hunt except for playing, and with mossballs hardly being the pinnacle of realistic hunting, surely that only left the remnants of the army scattered about their camp. Chilledstar gave the exception that it was ok, as long as they were gentle. Somewhat satisfied, she turned her head towards Morelkit and Gigglekit (and, by proxy, Foamkit). "This is where you surround it... and say 'croak ribbit-croak.' That means 'stop being a wimp' in froggy." Marblekit had barely touched it and it had had enough!

 

Stonekit had mostly missed the initial commotion about the frog, but he made his way over nonetheless. Chilledstar was over there, so it must be important! He definitely wanted to make friends with him, considering he was leader and all. So he trotted over, lowing himself to wiggle toward the frog with interest. "Be gentle," Chilledstar had said. He could do that. He did something similar to Marblekit, though decided it's back was a more apt place to give it a small bap. It felt... icky. "Ew, why's it slimy?" he wrinkled his nose in distaste.