pafp TELL ME | Sick tricks

[Dustpaw!]

Everyone was sad ever since they'd returned from Riverclan which stunk in her opinion but now the camp stunk too smelling still of smoke and ash but as the winds brushed over the moorlands it gradually stunk less and Dustkit wasn't so burdened by it. Her mood had improved vastly now that she could kind of nose her way around again, she didn't go out as far anymore she was always a few tail lengths from the nursery. But she had enough space to play and practice moves of her own creation; she'd been working on something she figured would "look" cool simply because it felt cool to do. In her mind it'd be enough to raise the spirits of at least her dad and maybe even the whole camp, they'd be too busy congratulating her on her mastery of her own body and superior skill over her littermates and denmates they'd forget about how sad they were. They'd forget all about the fire and things could go back to normal, that's all she wanted.

She'd asked plenty of times if things would ever be better and she'd grown wary herself hearing that mean old loud Snakehiss rant a few sunrises ago about how bad things were, she still remembered how Periwinklebreeze had come padding into the nursery so soon after the yelling began and how she pushed herself into the comfort of his pelt until their was finally silence (well after he popped his head in and she greeted him by spitting and hissing her fury at the intrusion!). But that was whatever, he's gone and he wouldn't be making anyone more sad and angry now! Now they could pay attention to her and forget all about that wierdo!

"Dad! Dad!" she calls out in a loud mewl, she thinks he's close by "Can you gather up a crowd! I got something to show everyone!" he was the most reliable cat she knew, and this trick was for him most of all - but that didn't mean she wouldn't ask him to do her grunt work. That's what dads did after all in the demanding kittens mind.

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  Dustkit ✩ She/Her, Windclan Kit, 2 moons
  ⭃ short furred black smoke she-cat with high white and cloudy green eyes (blind)
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Kedamono ↛ @legmeatt on discord, feel free to dm for plots. ​

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[Periwinklebreeze.]

OH, WHAT IT MEANS TO BE SOMEONE ━
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periwinklebreeze ❀ 22 moons ❀ demi-boy ❀ windclan lead warrior ​

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Periwinklebreeze has... a lot on his mind, honestly. He is tired, the days and nights finally catching up to him once more as sleep continues to evade him - and yet, still, he cannot find it in him to regret his choices. Blue eyes glimmer fondly as he peers at his daughter, attention drawn by her calls from where he'd been sitting half-slouched nearby. " Th-that amazing hm? " he says amusedly, eyes indeed searching out someone nearby if only to humor dustkit. Surely, there's at least some poor apprentice eager to take a break from their duties - or another of her denmates, eager to see whatever it is dustkit has found - or done.

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[Frightpaw]

*+:｡.｡ Where Periwinklebreeze had become much more tired thanks to his ever-racing thoughts, Frightkit had become angrier. The girl detested being a kit still, cramped in a nursery that felt a hundred times smaller without her friends in it (ironically) to help her stave off her boredom. Her too-big emotions refused to stop expanding against the bones of her ribcage, leaving her miserable in the dark as she glared at any apprentice - and traitor - that dared approach the nursery.
But at least she had PeriPeriPeri more often now.
Even though he was always stupidly focused on her cousins instead of keeping her company but..whatever, she'll take the sunshine where she can get it. "I wanna see " Frightkit would mew, popping her head up from behind Periwinklebreeze before resting her chin on her uncle's back. She can't quite muster the will to do more than stare, her curiosity only peaking because nothing else had caught her attention today. Nothing else could when stupid Sheepkit and Lakekit left her behind (No, she would not be calling them by their stupid new names).

But a bit of hope would find its way into her, like a fly burrowing into flesh to lay its larvae beneath the skin, as she studies Dustkit. Maybe her cousin could be a new friend? A distraction from the traitors? A little bit more interested than before, she leans closer, looking like a crocodile moving through the water with the way her nose swims through Periwinklebreeze's thick fur.

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  GENERAL:
  ☾ Frightkit
  ☾ DFAB— She/Her — Unsure
  ☾ 2 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ☾ Windclan Kit
  ☾ Sister to Deathkit, Witherkit, Grasskit, Whitekit and Midnightkit
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☾Physically very easy | mentally very easy
  ☾ Attack in bold #1b1e21
  injuries: None

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[Bluepool]

Bluepool cringes inwardly at the sound of one of the kits calling her former apprentice 'Dad', at the sight of one of them running towards him on uncertain legs. Why he would give up on his duties to stay in the nursery and raise a pawfull of orphans, she will never understand. She had thought that she had taught him better than that, but perhaps his first mentors lackadaisical attitude had affected him too greatly before she could get her own claws on him. A tragedy, really. He had had potential for so much more.

The kit requests a crowd and Bluepool, despite her negative thoughts, finds her whiskers twitching in amusement. Finds herself standing and joining the small group (despite her reservations and how she felt about kits) Frightkit declares that she wants to see whatever it is that Dustkit has in store for them and as Bluepool takes a seat, she echoes the other kits words. "Yes, please, show us Dustkit I am also curious to see what you have planned" She is sure it is something trivial, it always was with kits afterall, but still she waits and watches to see.

( ➸ ) test my worth in blood

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  BLUEPOOL WINDCLAN LEAD WARRIOR ; SHE / HER ; SISTER TO SOOTSTAR & MINTSHADE
  

  A small framed moor runner with a blue toned pelt and black stripes. Her tail is cropped and her eyes are golden in color. On her chest, she sports a large 'X' shaped scar.

  ✦ Difficult in battle. A skilled fighter + isn't above using dirty tricks in order to win
  

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[Dustpaw!]

She wants the whole clan to watch her because this was something cool something unique she's sure in the history of ever nobody but her has done, she waits (im)patiently her tail twitching and her ears swiveling to hear paw steps of cats approaching, if only she could hear stares too - would make things very convenient for her! She hears her cousin pipe up, she'd noticed her mood had soured recently and had grown used to her swishing tail occasionally brushing against her as well as hearing every little pouty sigh and grumble - she doesn't understand why though doesn't put together that she missed their former denmates. She flashes a grin her and her dads way and would nod her head, she was eager regardless if Frightkit was more grumpy to impress her her opinion mattered more cuz' she was family and also older and knew probably more then her. Not this though.

Someone else she'd be eager to impress would approach too - Bluepool wasn't a common visitor to the nursery nor a warrior she bumped into frequently on her expeditions into camp on her "own" but she knows from her dads stories that she'd been his mentor. She wonders if she'd be hers as well, though she'd much rather have her dad as her mentor instead! She puff out her chest and begins to prepare herself "Okay! I'm gonna start!" she announces in a high pitched yowl, her claws knead the ground where she stands and her face scrunches up in concentration. She makes a move forward ducking her head between her front legs and pushing her weight off with her hindlegs - she rolls as if she's a wheel and the shape she takes doesn't last more then a second as she flops clumsily on her back. Face pointed in the opposite direction then it started.

She begins to chuckle to herself happy to have pulled her trick off. She would struggle to her feet not bothering to shake the dirt that clung to her pelt off. She beams "Did you see?" she asks excitedly to her meager audience.

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  Dustkit ✩ She/Her, Windclan Kit, 3 moons
  ⭃ short furred black smoke she-cat with high white and cloudy green eyes (blind)
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Kedamono ↛ @legmeatt on discord, feel free to dm for plots. ​

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[dimmingsun]

"Wait for me!" Dimmingsun strides towards the little gathering of cats, summoned by Dustkit's call and Periwinklebreeze's sweep over anyone in the vicinity. Her voice already rings loud and bold enough to quarrel with a lead warrior's authority — the arrival of three abandoned little kittens already feels like several seasons ago, still barely able to mew, unknowing of some displeased stares and murmurs.

Dustkit's stark white fur makes him think of Snowglare then; of how easy it is to be spotted on the open lands; of how hard it is to differentiate pelt from snow during the middle of leaf-bare. Pros and cons. With her wit, he's already certain she will manage to take advantage of circumstances whenever viable.

Dimmingsun's whistle cuts through the air, regarding Dustkit with newfound admiration. "That was impressive. Did Periwinklebreeze teach you that?" His mouth pulls into a grin, humor crinkling near the edges of his eyes. It is a funny image regardless of truth.
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