camp teardrops on my heart // crying

[RAMKIT]

She's learned of days and nights by way of absolute determination. Days mean bright light, lingering in a nest that isn't the same, with overwhelming smells that change and muddle every moment they can. Days mean preying on the threshold of the new nursery, tempting escape whilst looking for those who she misses - sometimes, they find her first. A gruff purr will sound or a sweep of a white tail will nudge her back, and she gets to spend her day in arms that she remembers. She'll fall asleep in their hold and start it all over again...

... But sometimes, a calm, hopeful voice summons her back to her nest instead. Sometimes days are spent alongside black fur that isn't coarse and red fur that isn't orange.

Nights are defined by whimpering. The darkness that crowds her with no reprieve, waking up at any shift or change. Her brother moved his weight from her side, once, and she wailed for hours because of the lost touch. Ramkit doesn't like nights anymore. She didn't know she liked them to begin with, in truth, but now she detests them. Her fits grow as night descends upon the camp and the young daughter of Orangestar and Slatesnarl lets the world know that she is unhappy.

And this time - oh, this time... a new enemy has entered the playing field. Cold. Ramkit wakes with the slightest chill upon her shoulders, a violent shake pushing her to largely unsteady paws. She sits up and mewls, shivering still - her kitten fur may be plush, but it is thin, and her regulatory system still learning how to save her. Bleary blue eyes search to find her brother, her nestmate even, anyone who she may be able to steal warmth from.

As she searches, she cries. Pitiful little whines that eek out of chattering teeth as she tries to get closer to Lambkit again, but her joints freeze with the frost and her lack of coordination does nor help her.

[ @butterflytuft @LAMBKIT but no need to wait :) ]
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[Fawnkit~]

[ ༻ 𓆩✧𓆪 ༺ ] Each time Fawnkit opened his eyes, there was always someone new in the nursery. Be it a new litter of kittens or a kit left at the borders just as he had been. Each new faces came more crowding on the nursery, each passing day Fawnkit finds himself edging closer near a wall in caution to not touch another aside from the younger form of Paladin, his first friend in truth and nest-mate.

The newest, or one of the newest addition to the nursery were Orangestar and Slatesnarl's kits, both in which already were quickly showing their own personalities and yet, some nights the older kit couldn't even sleep properly while Ramkit found something to complain about (something the boy couldn't understand or figure out). So he resorted to taking naps in the morning time.

This time was different though, sure, Ramkit was whining and making noise but it wasn't because it was night, no, it was clearly something else. Something that everyone had been whining about, even Fawnkit himself had been finding it hard not to mention how cold it was, even with his nestmate's own warmth pressed against him or the warmth of the nursery it was still there, yet unfortunately for Fawnkit, he had been trying to nap when the kitten began her whining and he let out a gentle sigh come from his lips as he focused blearried vision onto Ramkit before getting onto his paws and stumbling over to sit next to the kit, unsure of what to do.

"Hey uh...Ramkit... whats wrong?" he asked tiredly, wondering if Butterflytuft or another queen knew how to hush the kitten's wails, usually they do but he only hope they'll quiet her sooner because even Fawnkit was beginning to shiver from the cold and wanted nothing more than to go back to his spot next to his friend in their shared nest.

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

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  Fawnkit 𓆩✧𓆪 He/Him, Kit of Skyclan, 4 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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[butterflytuft]

With Budkit so old now, Butterflytuft had almost forgotten how hard the newborn stage was. She is awoken constantly by her new little ones’ mews, their cries for milk which she readily gives and their wails of discomfort when they fall out of the nest. She wakes now to the sound of Ramkit's pouts, the noise cutting through the nursery's quiet and acting as a harsh reminder of the bitter cold that has settled over the camp as frost sears her nose. Her ears perk as she lifts her head from her paws, heart aching at the pitiful sounds from her foster daughter. She’s cold, She realizes with a pathetic frown.

Giving a soft sigh, Butterflytuft sits herself up and shifts closer, her pelt ruffling against the chill. She notices Fawnkit has come over to their nest to help and smiles faintly at him. What a kind thing for him to do! The tortoiseshell drapes her warm, black-and-orange tail around the shivering, distressed kitten, tucking her close to her side. "Oh, little one," She coos gently, like the lullabies she's sung to many a frightened kit before. "The cold is fierce, isn't it? But you’re safe, and we'll keep each other warm."

She turns her softened gaze to Fawnkit, noting the exhaustion in the orphan’s eyes and the shivers beginning to shake his small frame. "You should get some warmth too, or you’ll catch a cold! Come here,” She mews kindly, beckoning him closer. He has no mother to cuddle with, so she will gladly do it. With that, she makes room for him to snuggle close as well, extending her comfort to any kit who needs it.

As she curls her tail around them both, she begins to hum a low, soothing melody, rocking her body to and fro.

// @budkit but no pressure to reply!
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[LAMBKIT]

Unlike Ramkit, cold is something he is familiar with. He doesn’t remember the day he was born, how could he? But the association is there. Loneliness, this feeling that he does not yet have a name for grips his heart like a claw. But at least this time he is not entirely alone. So unlike his sister he does not cry. A shiver tears through his tiny body but he utters not a word as he snuggles closer to her, grateful in this moment for her presence, for the ever steady thump thump of her familiar heartbeat. Even if the rest of his surroundings no longer were.

Baby blue eyes glare at Fawnkit as he approaches them. stranger! his tiny mind cries out, insisting that he and his littermate were in danger. Lips curl back to reveal too-white teeth as he lets out a hiss and reaches out with clumsy kitten feet to hit at the intruder.

Butterflytuft is Fawnkits saving grace. She wraps a tail around the pair of kittens and draws her close to her flank, enveloping them in warmth and milk-scent. Safety. His lips part this time in a yawn as her lullabies drift softly through his ears, soothing him.

Like this, It does not take long for him to fall back to sleep.

-ˋˏ ༻❁✿❀༺ ˎˊ- but I’d stand in the garden with you

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  LAMBKIT SKYCLAN KITTEN ; HE / HIM
  SLATE X ORANGESTAR LITTERMATE TO TBNKIT ; HALF BROTHER TO CHERRYBLOSSOM, OWLHEART, GLIMMERSUN, TAWNYCLAW & EGGBOUNCE
  

  A fluffy cream coated tom with mismatched white socked toes, a white marking blazing a trail down his face, and striking blue eyes.

  ✿ easy in battle + no formal training
  ✿ difficult to befriend
  ✿ Peaceful + healing power-play allowed, anything else with permission only
  

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[budkit]

Budkit feels the sharp sting of chill more than many of her denmates, their pelts plusher than her own, longer than her own. Perhaps a prized feature of a kittypet destined to live inside, Budkit’s sleek pelt is not suitable for the brunt of the incoming cold front. But at least she has her mother to keep her warm.

Or, had her mother to keep her warm.

Butterflytuft shifts to tend to Ramkit, whose cries seek to annoy the seal point kitten just as much as her unwanted presence already does. The loss of warmth is felt instantly and sapphire blues open in distress. Budkit lifts her head and peers into the darkness, vision unblurring and adjusting, to find her mother drawing Orangestar’s little ones close, with Fawnkit added to the mix as well. A low lullaby soothes them back to sleep, a declaration of love and security.

And Budkit is on the outside of it all.

Something sickly green in nature blossoms deep in her chest. A flower of envy, its thorns digging into her fragile heart and making a home for itself there. In that moment she despises Ramkit and Lambkit. She hates them for taking her mother from her. Her body trembles, not just from the cold, as the older child curls herself into a tighter ball and blinks away the tears collecting in the corners of her eyes.​

[ penned by kerms ]​