camp THIS IS THE SEASON TO SING | playing in the mud

[sparrowpaw.]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Once he had finally recovered and sought out to explore the camp, Sparrowkit found himself delighted by the Newleaf scenery - as wet and icky as it could often be with snowmelt mush. He had never seen anything but snow, and had no idea what lay underneath its pristine blankets. As the sun rose this morning, he quickly left Flamewhisker's nest and bounded into camp, ready to see what Newleaf was all about.

With the recent snowmelt came puddles of all shapes and sizes. Sparrowkit had discovered these strange puddles the day before, after mistaking them for water and attempting to take a drink. It was then that he discovered that these magical puddles could change his color, by the way his muzzle and paw turned brown when he dipped them in. Now, he was curious to see what made this puddle so magical!

Curiously, the kitten stepped into a small mud puddle - slowly at first, until all four paws were in. Sure enough, his paws had changed color. When he placed his paw down, he discovered a dull splash as his paw collided with the mud. Curiously yet, he'd repeat this action again and again, learning that more force made a bigger splash. Soon enough, he was bringing his paws down into the puddle, jumping and prancing around with glee as he splashed around in the mud, sending flecks of it flying every which way.

How, he wondered, could he make an even bigger splash? He'd tried one paw, and tried jumping with all fours, but he felt like there could still be more. Suddenly, a lightbulb - the kitten had a great idea! What if he jumped and landed with his whole body, covering more of the puddle? Would that make a bigger splash? Of course, he had to put this to the test. Sparrowkit left the puddle, took a few steps back.. and then charged with a running leap back into it, this time spreading his paws and allowing himself to land on his belly.

With shrill giggles and squeals, the kitten rolled about in the mud, coating his once pristine white fur - finally satisfied with the splash he had created - though, the puddle seemed much smaller now..

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── JUST THE TWO OF US ⋅❁⋅ BUILDING CASTLES IN THE SKY ──┐‎

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  SPARROWKIT ✩ he/him, loner kitten, 2 moons.
  ⭃ a long-furred white tom with chocolate markings on his ears, tail, and a heart-shaped mark on his flank.
  ⭃ loner heritage. adopted son of FLAMEWHISKER
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by ixora ↛ @.ixora on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[RACCOONSTRIPE]

Raccoonstripe exits the warrior’s den with a yawn rumbling in his throat. It’s still surreal to him that he’s in Flamewhisker’s position—temporarily, he tries to remind himself again—and he can’t help but throw a cursory glance toward the nursery where his competition lays in her nest, guarding a bellyful of kits. She’d recently received a new responsibility in the form of a loner kit, black-tipped and ivory; his mother had called him ‘Sparrowkit,’ and it’s a suitable enough name, he supposes. The kit in question is just outside the nursery now, catapulting himself into puddles and squealing with delight. Raccoonstripe’s lips tremble with a smile—Flamewhisker would absolutely love cleaning the mud out of his fur, wouldn’t she? He has no great love for outsider kits, but they're here now, and that makes them Clanmates... until they inevitably grow up with a loner's heart and attempt to flee the Clan, as Fallowpaw had.

He pads over almost lazily, observing the scene and attempting to avoid any stray droplets of water or flecks of mud sent his direction. “That looks fun,” he says, his tail twitching. Hopefully he wouldn’t get a taste for the water—ThunderClan cats don’t swim, after all. Perhaps they’d be depositing the kit at RiverClan’s border before too long. “Your fur is starting to look like mine,” he jokes.

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

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• Raccoon . Raccoonstripe, he/him w/ masculine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 37 moons old, ages realistically on the 5th.
  — mentored by n/a ; mentoring none ; previously mentored Wildheart, Moonwhisper
  — thunderclan lead warrior. gray wolf x howlingstar, gen 2.
  — currently mated to Nightbird.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh black tabby with white and dark brown eyes. charismatic, charming, calculating, ambitious, shallow, manipulative.
  
  

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[Softsight]

The influx of loner kits into ThunderClan had left a sore on Softpaw's heart, and none had a bigger effect on her than Sparrowkit, who, upon their first meeting, had compared her appearance to his mother's. The same mother that had abandoned him - though Softpaw supposed that she wasn't his mother anymore, not now that Flamewhisker had stepped up to take care of the kitten. At the very least, the kits would find love in ThunderClan's walls.

"Careful there, or you'll get everyone else dirty," Softpaw managed to dodge most of Sparrowkit's rough-and-tumble jump into the muddy puddle, though her poor white coat wasn't altogether spared the mar of flecks of dirty; though she supposed she couldn't complain, not when Sparrowkit had the same majority-white pelt as she did. It was strange, how getting older made Softpaw think of things in a different perspective, even if she wouldn't have been caught playing in puddles as a kit. Or she'd like to think so.​

 

[Flamestar]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Just the day before, she had told him about the new experiences that Newleaf would bring. Bugs, feathers to play with from birds, moss ball, a full stomach...Many upsides were coming, and she couldn't wait for him to experience it. He had bounced awake as soon as dawn began to trickle through the den. She was much slower to wake than he was, but she kept an eye on him as he slowly sniffed around the den's exit. To her surprise, he actually left this morning. Perhaps he was finally ready to meet his new clanmates. She slowly pulled herself upwards, and gave her fur a quick tidy up.

Once she was a little more awake, she slowly padded out into the camp to join him. She quickly spotted him playing in a puddle, and with each splash he grew dirtier and dirtier. The deputy purred softly, the sight of seeing him so happy warming her heart. She laid down just outside the den, flicking her fluffy tail to her growing side. Her adopted kit was almost completely brown by now...oh how she had jinxed herself a few days ago by claiming to be excited for cleaning her kit's pelts again. She had never been a big fan of the taste of mud...but it seemed she would need to get over that today.

She looked to Raccoonstripe and Softpaw who seemed to be trying to stay away from the stray droplets. "Maybe mister Racconstripe would like to play with you." she trilled to Sparrowkit, shooting a teasing glance to the stand in deputy. "His fur is brown too after all." He had said it himself, now Sparrowkit looked like himself. She cast a soft glance at Softpaw, hoping her new kit wouldn't make the young apprentice too dirty. He had already splashed a few droplets of mud onto her snow white pelt.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── NO DAMSEL IN DISTRESS ⋅✩⋅ DONT NEED TO SAVE ME ──┐‎

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  FLAMEWHISKER ✩ she/her, deputy of thunderclan, 30 moons, ages on the 20th
  ⭃ LH red tabby with low white (masks black tabby, carries dilute, solid)
  ⭃ currently mated to Flycatcher / / mother to: Falconheart and Stormfeather
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ will start a fight, will finish fights, will kill (case depending)
  ⭃ link to toyhouse
  ⭃ penned by Icey ! ↛ @icefang65 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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