camp THESEUS' SHIP [ reintro + curiosity ]

[BASILPAW!]

( 𖤓 ) there's an abundance of little kids in the nursery now, and frankly, basilkit is over it. yeah, he'd been a little kid once, and had chased his denmates' tails, pestered them with questions, and over all had treated the nursery like his own private kingdom, but seriously, he doubts he's ever been as annoying as these new guys. he supposes it does give him an opportunity to teach them how he sees fit and educate them in the ways of the thunderclan warrior, but it's exhausting to be around them all the time. the boy is ready to transition to the next phase of his life. apprenticehood can't come any sooner. at four moons, basilkit is itching to see the great outdoors, to move his nest to the big-kid's den, to finally sleep a night away from the kicking paws of his littermates. he's an independent boy, dang it!

so, it's not uncommon to see the little cream tabby frequenting the area around the apprentices' den, ambushing one or two of his former denmates to bombard them with questions. he reasons his questions are certainly less annoying than his current denmates' queries, purely because they're about warriorhood. he hungers for any knowledge on the idea of it, and has been perfecting his hunter's crouch for weeks now. today, the sun drifts low in the sky, filtering the air dusky and warm. it's a perfect summer's eve, low voices of cats sharing tongues accompanied by the soft hum of cicadas. basilkit finds himself engrossed in a conversation some cats are having about the most recent meeting. who's gotten an apprentice, who deserves one, who shouldn't be mentoring... all information he might find more interesting had he been slightly older.

he throws his voice into the conversation before he can stop himself, tail sticking straight up in the air. "how does howlingstar decide on mentors?" it's something he's always wondered, because based on what he can see, there are plenty of cats in camp who don't have apprentices. which ones get them? why doesn't everyone have one? what if your mentor is in the nursery? he's pretty sure swiftdawn wouldn't be able to train an apprentice right now. verdant eyes blink up at the older cats as they discuss, waiting for an answer.

IF YOU LET IT ALONE 𖤓 IT WILL SURELY GROW

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  BASILKIT 𖤓 HE / THEY, KITTEN OF THUNDERCLAN. CAMPIONSONG x SWIFTDAWN, SIBLING TO SUNNYKIT, WOLFKIT, MERLINKIT. 4 MOONS OLD, PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  a cream ticked tabby with high white, and green eyes. a tall boy sporting a chaotically ruffled coat of pale cream tabby. darker ticked stripes flow down his fur, and band around his legs and face. his chest, stomach, muzzle, and most of his tail are white, he has verdant green eyes that sparkle with mischief.
  

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[BURNSTORM]

The most recent meeting, Flamewhiskers kits beccoming apprentices, had reminded him. His own kits were rapidly approaching the time that they would become apprentices themselves and he was set to mentor one of them. he couldn't help but muse about which. Would it be Littlekit, timid but surely moldable into a fine warrior within the right paws? Or would it be Beetlekit or Dovekit? The former of which was head-strong and the latter filled with endless curiosity, ever questioning. Any of them would be more than acceptable, he decides.

He is mid conversation with another warrior when a familiar face barges in. His golden eyes flicker to the young Basilkit, who he recognizes from his many visits to the nursery since his mate had moved in and a slight smile curls up the corners of his lips, a smile reserved purely for the youth of his clan. "Well hey to you too Basilkit" he says, voice gruff but not unkind as he lets out a soft snort of amusement through his nose "There are many factors I imagine she considers.." he says, pausing for a moment to consider "Like for example if you've been a good kit, you'll get a nice mentor, but if you don't eat your breakfast or listen to the adults, or butt in on conversations whenever you'd like, you might get a stricter mentor" his eyes dance with undisguised amusement as he looks down at the young cat.

( ☼ ) come and take it

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  BURNSTORM THUNDERCLAN LEAD WARRIOR ; HE / HIM ; BROTHER TO MORNINGPAW, MOONWHISPER, HOWLFIRE, FIREFLYGLOW, SKYCLAW & DUSKBIRD ; MATE TO ROEFLAME ; FATHER TO DOVEKIT, BEETLEKIT, AND LITTLEKIT
  

  A large, sharp tongued, tom with long black fur and golden, oval shaped, eyes.

  ✦ Difficult in battle. A skilled fighter + fights honorably
  

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[ivorypaw]

Ivorykit, like Basilkit, finds the nursery overly crowded now. Nightbird had recently kitted, and all five of her brood are obnoxious in their own way. Flamewhisker and her kits had left, but Roeflame's are still there, and Moonwhisper's, and Basilkit and his littermates. Ivorykit has grown considerably in the last few moons; her limbs have lengthened, thickened, and her steps are sturdy and confident now as she maneuvers around camp. She follows Basilkit away from the noise and turmoil of their shared den, approaching Burnstorm without fear. Her dark eyes glisten with interest — Burnstorm is teasing them, but she wonders if there's some truth to what he might say.

"Does she try and match our, um... our personalities?" She waves her tail, then sits, curling it around her pristine paws. Ears curled like feathers flick forward as she waits and listens to the lead warrior.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

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• Adora . Ivorykit, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 5 moons old, ages realistically on the 16th.
  — mentored by n/a ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a.
  — thunderclan kit. npc x npc, gen 1.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh white she-cat with curled ears and brown eyes. compassionate, righteous, naive, idealistic, self-doubting, self-destructive.

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