camp THE CHANGING OF TIMES ✦ short post thread

[DARK-KIT]

Freedom tasted bittersweet. The young lion had spent the last two moons peering out of the nursery, watching the warriors and apprentices attend their duties, impatiently waiting for the day when he could do the same. And now he was finally allowed out, but truthfully, this world didn't feel much bigger than before. He still couldn't go on patrol, or have epic battles with Riverclan's enemies, or hunt for himself. How was this any better? He wanted to be helping out, doing chores or training to be a great warrior, like his momma.

Face pulled tight in a frown, the fluffy kitten stomped around outside the nursery. He huffed childishly, swiping at a fallen leaf nearby. "This is stupid," he grumbled under his breath, tail twitching behind him. "I wanna do grown-up stuff too. I'm not a baby anymore!" As if to prove his point, the black tabby dropped down into a poor mimic of the hunting crouch he'd seen his elders practice, wriggling his rump in the air before launching himself at the paws of the nearest cat. "Raaagghh!!" He yowled in a fierce battle cry, his oversized paws battering his victim's legs with all his might.

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• DARK-KIT ✦ he / him, kitten of riverclan, 2 moons
  ⭃ lh black / black tabby chimera w/ yellow eyes and a "lions mane" // big and stocky
  ⭃ claythorn x otterbite // littermate to sparrowkit and onyxkit
  ⭃ adoptive brother to eelkit and dropletkit
  ⭃ single, crushing on no one // mentored by no one
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted // underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by limerence ↛ @limericks. on discord, feel free to dm for plots

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[willowroot]

( ☾ ) she feels a quiet sense of responsibility for two of claythorn's litter. the adopted two, pale in color, she had found with their now father two moons ago, and since then, she has done her best to keep and eye on them. this eye has, in turn, grown to encompass the whole litter, for where two siblings go, the others follow. all this to say, she is not an unfamiliar face to riverclan's newest young. sitting beside the warriors' den in a brief respite from the green-leaf sun, the dark-furred smoke allows her gaze to find the nursery, a small smile playing on her lips at the sight of the mingling kittens. a soft yawn stretches the warrior's jaws, eyes closing briefly.

in that brief moment, she hears a loud complaint from a familiar voice, and the sound of loud pawsteps in a poor attempt at stealth. opening one verdant eye, the kindhearted feline spies darkkit, rump high in the air, wriggling like a wounded snake. he slithers across camp, big paws pounding into the earth, and aims right for her flank. she quickly closes her eye again, allowing the boy to think he's caught her by surprise. "oh starclan!" her voice is faux-shocked, a great gasp coming from her chest as the boy's paws collide with her body. "i've been attacked!" she collapses her body to the floor, allowing the little tom to clamber atop her in victory.

THE ECHOING HYMN ☾ OF MY FELLOW PASSERINE

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  WILLOWROOT ☾ SHE / THEY, WARRIOR OF RIVERCLAN. MENTORING MIDNIGHTPAW. PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  a long-haired black smoke oriental with sage-green eyes. smoky long fur coats the length of willowroot's lithe body, cut through with dark ghost stripes. friendly sage green eyes that narrow in an almond shape, and her muzzle and limbs are thin and long due to her oriental heritage.
  
  
  
  

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[Redpaw ࿐໋]

The sight of Willowroot being 'attacked' by Dark-Kit made him frown and his muscles tense under his fiery red coat. How dare he try to hurt his godmother! Redkit glares at the other tomkit, then glances at @robinheart and moves protectively to be on guard, protecting his mother from the 'feral' kitten. His tail lashes side-to-side as he bumps his head lightly against her flank before whispering, ”I'll protect you and my siblings, ma.” He dares the other to attempt to attack his mother or siblings, and the wrath of a lion would easily fume from his flaming body.

Redkit wouldn't allow anyone to hurt his siblings or ma - if he had anything to do about it. He sighs softly as he uses his bulky frame to block @rivuletkit and @ALGAEKIT from sight. His curved claws sink in the sand, and it's obvious that he is in defense mode since Willowroot's acting was A+ (completely fooling the young tom).
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[Magpiepaᴡ]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- The walk across camp felt a lot longer than usual but maybe that was because it had been dragging paws since padding out of the apprentice's den. They had been wanting to fish or something but they had stopped instead when they heard the playful sound of Willowroot. Dark-kit had launched at the warrior and she fell back in playful cries of distress. How humorous- in a way that didnt quite make sense to them. Sweet but yet wasnt it annoying? Suppose it didnt understand kittens all that well, but still it was a little funny in a way. "Get them Darkkit!" They speak as they pass by the wrestling cats on the way to the stream.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── I will not break ⋅❁⋅ I will shut the world away ──┐‎

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  MAGPIEPAW ✩ they/it, Apprentice of Riverclan, 11 moons.
  ⭃ a long haired black and white cat with blue eyes and a lithe build, long legs and narrow muzzle.
  ⭃ Sibling to Gladefrost and Frecklepaw // Friend to Mothpaw, Midnightash and Turtlepaw // Mentored by Hawkcloud
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by wolf ↛ @wolf_1997 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[ALGAEPAW]

"Stop blocking my view of the show!" Algaekit's protests sounded from behind her brother's larger body, raucous mewl almost like a strident horselaugh, though never gratingly loud amongst the scattered chatter. The dilute tortoiseshell had outgrown her fearful nature, shedding it like spare snakeskin, only to adorn a more crowish sort of plumage and bill. Now, he wanted golden gaze to burn into everything, beady eyes searing into whatever had the misfortune of being caught in his curiosity. Darkkit viciously attacked his godmother Willowroot, and took to his victory like a gull to grunge, a vulture to the masses of meat. The tabby was not much older than Algaekit and her brood - but to the four-moon-old, a two-moon-old had only lived half of the life that she had. She slithered away from Redkit's protection and trotted up to the limp and lifeless (to her, at least) body of Willowroot. "Don't you know anything about the Warrior Code? It says, uh, don't attack your own Clan! Because it is very rude to kill cats! Hmph, maybe Starclan will punish you for breaking the Code, too!" Wiry chest fur puffed out in a display of intelligence or authority; whichever one made him seem cooler.

𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙰𝙳𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶 ·₊˚☄ 𝙳𝙾𝙽𝚃 𝚁𝚄𝚂𝙷 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙷𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝙱𝙴𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶

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  —— ALGAEKIT / He/She / 4 Moons
  —— Kitten of Riverclan / Sibling to Redkit and Rivuletkit / Mentored by N/A
  —— A wiry, wild-furred blue tortoiseshell with high white and freckle-like spotting. Brilliant yellow eyes, like twin molten suns.
  —— Chaotic, obsessive and strange, Algaekit is a weirdly refreshing character to encounter amongst the sea of her dutiful kin. Beset by nature and her patterns, he is quick to connect the dots even when no such connection truly exists. Somewhat easy to befriend, provided that one can handle his bluntness and honesty at times.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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[robinheart]

Robinheart cannot help but feel bittersweet watching Dark-kit and his siblings grow up and venture from the nursery. She is afforded an experience a wayward hound stole from her and her brood. The tortoiseshell can watch her kits grow up now, but she cannot deny all the firsts she did miss while sequestered away in the medicine den. At least her kittens had Willowroot to look after them, just as the smoke warrior looks after Claythorn’s little ones now.

A rumbling purr escapes her throat at the scene before her, growing ever louder at Redkit’s proclamation to protect her and his siblings. “You’ll make quite the noble warrior, my son,” Robinheart praises as she sits down and brushes the tip of her tail against his back. As for Algaekit’s observation, the queen stifles a chuckle and glances at Willowroot to see if the warrior will “awaken” and set things right.​

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[splashdance]

Splashdance doesn't bother with the nursery too often. She used to - to drop prey to Lakemoon's little ones when they were still kittens, usually - but as they grew up and she became a warrior (... a few days prior,) she simply hasn't much need to anymore. The nursery used to be a place where the she-cat felt content and comfortable. But now, for some reason, she sees it and feels... anxious. As if she may be sucked in at the ripe young age of four seasons and stuck there for two more. How did her mother do it?

Nonetheless, whether or not she pays mind to the nursery, it is certainly loud today with kitgames and chatter. She watches as Dark-kit conquers the intruder (in the form of Willowroot) and as other cats either defend or cheer along. Her tail twitches as she takes a seat, murmuring to the closest cat, "Dark-kit's a bit of a feisty one, isn't he?"​