camp THEY CALL YOU CRYBABY ⭃ a tragedy

[LITTLEPAW]

༻ ♥༺ It wasn’t often that Littlekit stumbled upon something she hadn’t seen before, camp had become as familiar as the back of her own paw- she would swear that she had seen every bramble in camp, if she was allowed to.
It’s what made such a mundane find so exhilarating, and to stumble on it by coincidence alone made the little sprout that much more of a treasure. It’s leaves were small, pointed and looked to be fragile, but its blossoms were loud and rich in color. Admittedly, Littlekit almost didn’t want to pluck it from the ground so she could add it to her collection… Yet the other part of the she-kit’s mind was already working up ideas on what to do with it, what to make. Oh the conflict stirred a knot within her belly, forcing a now queasy Littlekit to rest on her haunches for a moment while she wrestled with the decision.
Unfortunately, it seemed as though that not long after the chimera leaned back, the colorful flower had caught the attention of someone else- someone much more sinister. It all happened so fast, another kit came crashing into her view, and Littlekit springs to her paws, startled. It takes her a moment to recognize the other as her brother, and not a beast, but for a heartbeat, the child doesn’t know what to think, not until-
“Hey- !”
In the blink of an eye, her precious bloom is gone, Her littermate had… had… “Y-you ate my flower!” Frustratation sparks the beginnings of tears that blink a sheen over bulging honeyed hues, made even worse by the fact that she hated crying in front of others, and her jaw is still slacked from the shock this whole ordeal had sprung. Admittedly, Littlekit really does try her best not to give into the pressuring tears, but the burning in her throat had simply become too much, with a surprisingly violent stomp of her foot, Littlekit breaks into sniffles. The shiny new prize was hers, and… and… Beetlekit didn’t even have the decency to chew!

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── THE HASSLE, THE FIGHTING ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ THEY ALL WANT A BITE OF ME ──┐‎

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  TAG — @beetlekit! but not a pafp :)
  
  

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  LITTLEKIT ✩ she/her, kit of thunderclan, 3 moons.
  ⭃ Amber-eyed, dense-furred chocolate smoked she-kit with black ribboning stretching across her face, foreleg, and tail.
  ⭃ daughter of Roeflame && Burnstorm ࿏ sister to Beetlekit && Dovekit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Meadowpaw]

If there was a flower in camp, it was rare not to find it immediately in Meadowkit's fur. She liked the way it smelled, the way it stood out in her red fur and most importantly, how much like her mother it made her look. When wearing the flowers, she could almost envision an older version of herself. One who stood tall and had that same look about her as Moonwhisper did, the look of a cat who was sure of herself, who had figured out the secrets of the world and who knew everything! She wanted to be strong, to be feared and loved in equal measure like she is so sure that her mother was.

It happens so fast, the scene that unfolds before her. Littlekit was able to find one of the few flowers she had not already pilfered for herself, and Meadowkit was about to go over there and comment to her cousin about how nice it looked but oh! Suddenly there is a flash of black and Meadowkit watches, dumbfoudned, as the flower disappears before her very eyes. "BEETLEKIT! NO!" she cries out as she bounds forward, but it's too late. The flower was gone. With one paw, she reaches out and gently tries to bop her cousin on the nose "That wasn't very nice Beetlekit" she scolds, trying her best to sound older than she actually was. "Here Littlekit" as she talks, she twists and grabs a flower from her own pelt with her teeth, plucking it free from the red strands in which it had been woven earlier and placing it in between her den-mates paws "You can have one of mine" she shoots a pointed look in Beetlekit's direction, green eyes narrowing as if daring him to just try and eat this one too.

( ❀༉ ) make me feel like I'm set on fire

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  MEADOWKIT THUNDERCLAN KITTEN ; SHE / HER
  LIGHTSTRIKE X MOONWHISPER SISTER TO SCARLETKIT & MOTTLEDKIT
  

  A large fluffy red tabby kitten with a white chest, stomach, tail, muzzle and stripe running along her back. Her eyes are a deep, forest, green and in her pelt one can usually find flowers woven

  ✦ easy in battle + no formal training
  

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[WILDFLOWER]

She tried not to eat random flowers. Mostly because the majority were nasty. Plus, Gentlestorm had warned them about eating random plants. The warrior didn't think much about Beetlekit's uncommon snack. Assuming he would possibly suffer a minor tummy ache and nothing more. Well, besides the possible guilt from Littlekit's distress.

"Careful Beetlekit! Keep eating those and you may end up as a flower!" Her green eyes narrow with a false sense of urgency. "You are what you eat after all." Wildflower didn't think to scold the kit further. She was sure Medowkit and Littlekit had that part handled. Though, she felt bad to see the kit so upset.

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[ YOU CAN'T STAND THE THOUGHT ]​

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[BIGFANG]

Bigfang snorts as he passes by the scene, he stops momentarily to stand nearby Wildflower. ”Begin to sprout petals from ‘yer ears. Legs will turn to stems and your nose will begin to dust itself with pollen.” He adds in a rare show of playfulness, an incredibly brief grin tugging on his face. ”Eat too many more and you’ll have bees chasing you around. Don’t want that… no.”

He glances downwards at Littlekit, tears pricking her eyes. She’d be over it by sun-high, there were plenty of flowers to spare sprouting around camp.

☾ INFO BATTLE

• » Hank ․ Bigfang
  » ThunderClan Warrior
  » Former Kittypet
  » He/him
  » A large, beaten-up ginger tabby tom with green eyes.
  » "Speech" ․ thoughts ․ attack
  
• » A heavy-hitting foe who makes his hits count
  » Excels in heavy, powerful moves.
  » Fights to protect and make opponents flee.
  » Though strong, he is a slow mover. A fleet-footed cat would both easily frustrate and land hits on him.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[ORANGEPAW.]

WE WERE PLAYING IN THE SAND​

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naivety was certainly one of his better qualities– depending on how you looked at it. as he came over to the commotion, his ears perked up with curiosity at wildflower's words, followed by bigfang's description. woah! he had never heard of that happening before, but if two cats are saying it, then it has to be true! that sounded really cool! he giggled at the thought.

"I would want that! I think it would be cool to be a flower! you get to have a bee friend! I like bees! they're nice when you're nice to them and their friends!!"

he happily explains. he really does like bees. bees aren't as mean as bigfang seems to say they are! and they make funny buzzing noises! he likes them!

"you think I'd be an orange flower?"

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[beetlepaw]

Beetlekit, honestly, didn't know what had gotten into him. One second he had been squinting at whatever Littlekit had found, the next, hungry jaws were ripping petal-flesh from stem and swallowing whole. Ears perked as eyes squinted. A little bitter! Overall, not so bad, a bit earthy on the aftertaste- Littlekit's whine breaks into his posterior, and green eyes shifted to her. Guilt immediately ate at him, and when jaw opened to apologize, Meadowkit was coming into sight.

When paw reached out to boop him, his own smacked hers away, drawing up to his full height. Not only that, but Meadowkit was taking his place as Littlekit's biggest defender AND shooting him a mean look. A scoff left his mouth. "What? She didn't pick it like you normally did- I'm sorry, Littlekit. I am." The first part of his statement was directed to his cousin, then the second to his sister. A frown found his face, but that's when the teasing began.

Green eyes narrowed as he turned towards the crowd of older cats who told him he was cursed to become a flower then. Ears burned with embarrassment, and he turned away without answering, head ducking as he headed for the nursery.

—————---***I DON'T START FIGHTS BUT***————---​

✧ I'LL HANDLE YOU JUST FINE

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• — LH black smoke with green eyes. scruffy looking with a very solid build.
  — 3 moons old; ages the 16th every month
  — tba orient. ; currently not looking
  — child of BURNSTORM and ROEFLAME
  — thunderclan ; loyal to FAMILY
  — medium to befriend ; trusts family mostly, trusts little otherwise
  — "speech", thoughts, attacking
  — peaceful powerplay allowed

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[LITTLEPAW]

༻ ♥༺ Meadowkit comes to her defense with a fierce abruptness, bopping her brother atop of his head with a small whine from Littlekit. Despite her appreciation for her cousin as the other bestows her one of the she-kits own petals, the chimera can only gaze upon the bloom with a small pout, still grieving the loss of the flower her brother now had stuck in his teeth. Beetlekit’s apology is earnest, the guilt evident in his expression. He was right, Littlekit knew Beetlekit would never do something so mean on purpose, but the thought does nothing to soothe her sniffles, or the terribly family hiccups that have begun to bubble up in her throat. “I- hic!” A shaky forepaw flies to her maw as Wildflower and Bigfang approach, their teases etching absolute horror on gullibly youthful features, “th-that can’t- hic- be true” Littlekit whispers after a moment, right? Beetlekit was doomed to become a sprout! Orangepaw is optimistic, but even their good-natured comments cannot distract Littlekit from her issues at paw. Beetlekit is getting up to walk away, and the chocolate kitten is left uselessly watching after him. This was terrible, messy- Littlekit did not enjoy the feelings that stirred in her chest at all. “W-hic-what just ha…happened?” The whine is chopped up by her airways affliction, and Littlekit frowns at the ground, like the soil might have an answer for her.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── THE HASSLE, THE FIGHTING ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ THEY ALL WANT A BITE OF ME ──┐‎

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  LITTLEKIT ✩ she/her, kit of thunderclan, 4 moons.
  ⭃ Amber-eyed, dense-furred chocolate smoked she-kit with black ribboning stretching across her face, foreleg, and tail.
  ⭃ daughter of Roeflame && Burnstorm ࿏ sister to Beetlekit && Dovekit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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