camp Talkin' around the Christmas tree || Camp Chatter

[Uranuskit]

Things had been hard recently. Really hard. Seriously hard. She knew they must've been because Dear and Sweety didn't let her and her siblings out (not knowingly, anyways). But the day did come when begging at the nest's entrance was met with a sigh, pets, some garbled words and freedom. She'd taken off as quick as her little paws could take her, racing into the chilly undergrowth and ignoring Ursabounce's cries to 'wait'. Really, what did she expect? She'd waited enough! She wanted more interesting things to do then entertain their two legs and eat their yummy food.
Bouncing into camp, the kit announced her own arrival with a bunch of 'Hello!'s and 'Hey, how's it going?' flowing out of her like a rapid river. She needed to speak! She needed to talk! Things had been so boring clan life was so fun!
But what to do? Well, there was lots to do! Moss ball, chat, chat with elders, ask questions... But cats seemed a bit tired today. Maybe she could help! A good chat always got spirits up! But what to talk about?
"Isn't it weird how two leg's just like, pick us up and put their mouth on our head and like, make sounds?" It was a genuine question as much as a funny conversation starter. She would ask the nearest cat - kittypet heritage or not - simply to strike up a conversation hoping it would spark some warmth and joval-ness into the camp's atmosphere.

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• she/her 2 moons Peaceful & healing powerplay allowed

 

[Fawnpaw~]

[ ༻ 𓆩✧𓆪 ༺ ] To tell the truth, Fawnkit found it odd that some of their own warriors and apprentices, even kits would sometimes be gone for days on end or even just for nights going back to live with what they called "two-legs." And with the recent storm that had cause much ruckus and many getting sick, some had been trapped in these nests away from the life of the clan, blissfully unaware of their current struggles. So, watching Uranuskit shot through the camp enterance and greeting those she passed made him frown slightly.

Yet she was quick to strike up such a strange conversation that left him confused and a tilt of his head at here while uncomfortably shuffling his paws. "I think its more odd you let a hairless beast even touch you" he quipped softly. How can one be so carefree when they come in to see the gloomy looks of their own clanmates who did not have a two-leg to go back to? When some of the warriors had ventured out in hopes to find stuff to help the clan thrive only to sometimes come back emptied pawed or sick. He didn't understand.

"Besides, I'm sure living with two-legs is just unbearingly boring" the boy stated, his gaze drifting to the camp enterance, unaware of his own kitty-pet blood that ran through his veins, yet like that even matter now since Fawnkit grew more and more adapted to the life of a clan-cat than that of a soft kittypet.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── You can t be caught you ll never fall ──┐‎

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  Fawnkit 𓆩✧𓆪 He/Him, Kit of Skyclan, 5 moons.
  ⭃ Fluffy Fawn with low white with bi-colored eyes (Blue and Yellow)
  ⭃ NPC x NPC
  ⭃ 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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[Whitepaw!]

Whitekit gave a gentle stretch as he stirred back into action as he caught sight of Uranuskit's arrival in the camp. At last he would get to see the daylight residents return to the camp again. After yawning, he finally stumbled his way over to be closer to Fawnkit and Uranuskit so he could hear what they were saying. A solitary ear was primed forward as he tried to focus on the question being asked.

"I was never bored in my old twoleg den, I always had toys to play with. But my twoleg never did anything quite like that, Uranuskit. He barely picked me up, except when…" Whitekit's voice trailed off as he reflected back on the fateful day when he had been grabbed and dumped in the wilderness. Getting kisses and cuddles had never happened during his young life. Before he could become lost down the road of grief he managed to steer himself back onto a more upbeat path. "So, how is everyone doing today? I bet you must be glad to be out again, Uranuskit?"
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