camp The Moon Will Sing A Song For Me ⧖ Duck Discovery

[Chatterkit]

Chatterkit

Status: Wonderment, Enraptured

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The small, sickly kit was just sitting in camp, watching, observing those around them. Chatterkit sat near the edge of the small river where they had all learned to swim. It was...warm? Here in this sun spot. He liked being warm. He flicked an ear as he switched from watching his clanmates to watching the water, the endless depths singing to him in their never ending darkness. So focused was he that the kitten didn't notice the approach of someone nearby. The scent told him it was one of his siblings, Bogkit. He went to turn towards the other when he heard a sound. A soft, far off quack. Whipping around his eyes darted to and fro to find the object that made the sound. That wonderful yet strange sound. Far off, through the reeds and leaves he could make out a faint shape. He didn't know what it was.

"What...is that.." He breaths out to his brother. Chatterkit didn't know if Bogkit would know, but on the off chance he did? Chatterkit needed to know immediately what that creature is. He turns, looking for his mother or father, surely they would know if Bogkit did not. "What...is that...creature. It...goes quack." He imitates the sound to the best of his ability, showcasing to his brother or other family nearby what it sounds like, incase they didn't hear it. He needed to know.
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I Don't Start Fights ⧖────⧖────⧖ But I'll Handle You Just Fine

• OOC: speaking to @Bogkit but don't need to wait <3 Bebe has discovered ducks are a thing.
• Chatterkit - Blue Ticked Tabby w/ Low White and Heterochromia Blue and Copper Eyes
  ⧖ He/They ⧖ Riverclan Kit ⧖ Penned by Snowy ⧖ 02 moons
  ⧖ Contact TimelordSnowy on Discord for plotting
  ⧖ "Speech"
  ⧖ Thoughts

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[shellpool]

SHELLPOOL

SHE / HER, RIVERCLAN WARRIOR

if it had been any other moment, she would have torn after them ; breath even and controlled as her mother had taught her to be, keeping to the reeds until the last possible second lest they scatter off into the sky . . duck was one of her favorite meals, despite riverclan's tendency towards fish. the clan pokes fun, teased lichenstar for it endlessly, but shellpool relishes in it. in feather, in warm blood, in the crack - split of her teeth against a nest of eggs. her true favorite meal -- a split egg, flooded with yellow like the sun and a taste she couldn't find anywhere else. birdflesh fed them through the colder seasons, but in the bounties of newleaf, it was better to let them live . . to have families, to grow old enough to see the next generations of bird in so they did not decimate them all or scare them from their yearly roost.

she lies in the shallows, ivory fur haloing the gaunt edges of her frame when bogkit appears behind the nearby chatterkit. she had not spoken to either of them as much as she had their brother . . she prays that she does not favor him for carrying her brothers name. she doesnt feel like she does ; despite how the name bogkit forces her to keep her nose from wrinkling each time she'd heard it. a sign of an unsevered connection to their mother's true home, a telling that the ebony she - cat did not care who knew of her past now that she'd been here long enough to fool her clanmates into thinking she was one of them. bogkit told her the truth as much as any swimming, fishing or relationships she may make seemed to fool. still, she says nothing, never would. she only gazes at them, warm and calm and she means it just as much as she meant it with riverkit. it wasnt bogkit's fault he was named the way he was.

" hello, little shadow, " a hoarsely purred greeting, prim when she hoists herself to a stand. rivulets of water hang heavily to her coat ends, pooling back into the river below, " would you like . . to dip your paws? the sun has made the water . . very warm. " no sooner than the words leave her mouth, she hears it -- a faint noise. a noise she's heard before, in the long moments she's spent in waiting with lichenstar at her training heel. her ear twitches, swivels, pupils dilating as she lifts her chin to look out across the rippling currants. chatterkit lets out a breath to his brother, the boy of boundless energy and excitable grins and so opposite to his more subdued littermates, and shellpool hums a thoughtful breath. what is that creature? he asks, before giving a soft quack himself.

amusement ghosts a smile over trembling maw, heavy - lidded eyes shifting back to look at him with a blink of faux - surprise, " my, id almost thought . . a duckling had snuck up on us, " laughter rings in her voice, good - natured, and she takes the step onto the shore to crouch aside them, where they gawk through the reed and blooms. her voice lowers, carefully, " thats what . . a baby duck is called. the one right ahead is probably . . a momma duck. they fly away . . in the cold months, but come back to raise their young. " there is an excitment to her, subduded, but there . . ducks were one of her area of expertise, after all. getting to explain her knowledge was a chance she rarely got, " they take care of their eggs on land, but theyre . . even better swimmers than we are. "

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SHELLPOOLㅤ╱ㅤ WARRIOR OF RIVERCLAN. SHE/HER, 15☽s OLD. ; ELDEST DAUGHTER OF HAZECLOUD AND LICHENSTAR. SMELLS LIKE SALT & RIVER BLOOMS. LIVING WITH LONGTERM ILLNESS. she is always exhibiting the symptoms of a lingering cold : watery eyes, a running nose and frequent sneezing & sniffling. penned by antlers. ₊ ˚ ໒꒱

a frail alabaster molly with lilac tabby patches .˚ ᡣ𐭩 she is pallid ; platinum splotched with ribbons of dovey lilac curls, wisped ends like memories of a distant shore and plush enough to conceal the juts of malnutrition beneath. tufted eiderdown fur conceals a body worn thin by tumultuous youth, too thin in some places and round with stubborn baby fat in others. her face is delicately constructed as the rest of her ; heart - shaped, fragile, tendered with warmly shadowed eyes. beneath the languor of lapis - veined lids, her gaze brims a rheumy, rosen tinge — ruddy like a pulsing bruise, curtained with heavy lashes that keep her serenely half - lidded.

 

[Bogkit]

Exasperation finds Bogkit today, why did everyone have to be so interested in the river rather than spending time with him? Chatterkit is the latest victim, or rather the latest one to make a victim out of Bogkit. How come he was so happy just sitting here by the dumb river instead of doing something cool like trying to explore the warriors den, he had already pestered the apprentices enough for one day. He huffs as he approaches his sickly brother, deciding that he would be the one to make his approach, knowing that sometimes he has to indulge others in what they want to do. Even if they're not as good as his ideas. He pops up behind Chatterkit with a chipper "Chatty!" He doesn't respond, that's okay, he doesn't expect him to.

Sliding across the ground below he wriggles into the ground, stomach pressed against the earth and back soaking up the wonderment of the sun. A content sigh escapes him and he supposes that for once maybe he can watch the river and not be bored about it. He doesn't notice Shellpool at first, not until she gracefully picks herself up from the river, for a moment it looks like the pair become one being within the water. "HELLO!" He shouts back, wanting to leave a good impression with his aunt. She makes Riverkit look pretty and he hopes that if he's polite enough and shows off how good his manners are that maybe he could be taught how to look nice too.

"Are you suuureee the waters not cold?" he drawls, blinking up at her and back at the water. He had told Pearlkit that he finds the water far too cold, so cold that he might actually freeze and sink in fact. Though it has been a few days and maybe that's not the case anymore, the water seems to change constantly after all. Though there's little time to really dwell on it, not when a new sound perks his interest. Chin lifts from the spot on the ground he seemed intent on indenting, brows furrowing as he scrambles to settle on his haunches. What is that, his brother asks, followed by a quack. Annoyingly Bogkit doesn't know the answers. Wide eyes look to Shellpool before he decides on a simple "Dunno! Maybe it's a river monster" that sounds like a good answer to give, something fun.

Even if it's not the right answer he can't say he's disappointed when their aunt seems to know. He has to admit that he's curious too! Ducks and ducklings, important things to commit to memory for a later day. "Why do they leave?" He thought that was silly, cats don't leave during the cold moons do they? "Can you eat them?" His eyes are no less wide than they were hearing the sound, curious to know if this was prey or predator.​

 

[DIPPERFROST]

The sound of Chatterkit's earnest little quack still echoed faintly in the air by the time Dipperfrost stepped lightly around the curve of reeds. She hadn't been far—circling the shallows in quiet thought, trying to clear the cobwebs from her head. It wasn't often she lingered near the nursery or the kits that buzzed around its edges, but something about the tone of their voices had caught her ear. Curious, not chaotic. That was rare enough.

Shellpool was already there, crouched in the shallows with all the poise of someone perfectly at home in water and quiet. Her voice was low, soothing, explaining in her rasped way the nature of ducks and their strange comings and goings with the seasons. Dipperfrost didn't interrupt. She just watched and listened for a moment from the edge of the reeds, her expression unreadable.

Chatterkit was all wide eyes and crooked angles, his focus sharp in a way that was almost unsettling. Bogkit, on the other paw, radiated energy like the sun. His voice carried, cheerful and bold, despite the subject matter: river monsters and frozen paws. Even Shellpool's gentleness didn't dull his spark. It was… oddly endearing.

She moved forward then, silent as the river's edge, only announcing herself when she was close enough that the kits wouldn't spook. "I wouldn't worry too much," she said, her tone as dry and cool as riverstone. "If it were a river monster, it'd be louder than that." Her gaze flicked to Shellpool with the barest hint of acknowledgment—something faint and quiet in her eyes that might have passed for a greeting, or maybe amusement. Then she lowered herself to her haunches beside the kits, plumed tail curling neatly over her toes.

Chatterkit still looked transfixed, and Bogkit practically buzzed beside him.[
"They migrate when the cold comes and return when it's warm enough to raise their young. That sound you heard? That was its way of saying this is still its river, too." Bogkit was quick with another question—more practical than poetic. Dipperfrost's whiskers twitched "Yes. You can eat them." A pause. "They're clever, though. And slippery. Not worth the trouble most moons unless you're prepared to move like a heron after them."

She glanced back out across the water where the duck had vanished, now just a faint ripple in the reeds. "But," she added mildly, "Shellpool's the expert. If anyone could catch one it's her." That last bit was said without looking at her, but the faint amusement in her voice betrayed something—affection, maybe, or something quieter. A rare softness wrapped in deadpan delivery.

( ⋆⭒˚.⋆ ) to the sun, there's nothing higher

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  DIPPERFROST RIVERCLAN WARRIOR; SHE / HER ; SWANTUFT X FINLEAP
  

  Dipperfrost is a tall, slender she-cat with a white coat broken by blue tabby patches, a tuft of curls atop her head, and a star-shaped marking on her forehead. Her brilliant blue eyes—one flecked with a yellow starburst—are often half-lidded, lending her a distant, unreadable expression. Quiet and observant, she speaks with purpose, choosing honesty over comfort and control over chaos. Her aloof demeanor and measured composure make her difficult to approach, but for those who earn her trust, she is fiercely loyal. Though cynical and pragmatic, she remains a steady, unshaken presence, ever watchful of the world around her.

  ✦ Difficult in battle + a skilled fighter