pafp TONGUE TIED -`♡´- prompt, cricket-whispering

[snowkit]

-`♡´- A strange song filled the air afternoon fell into evening in Riverclan as the many buzzy things and creepy-crawlies sang in their joyful choir. The many-many insects that mill around the riverbank at Greenleaf only just recently made their shining debut into Snowkit's life, the outside world seemed so cold and quiet when she was in her infancy, and it seemed he emerged from the nursery around the same time the buggies did.

It's a pleasant noise that tickles Snowkit's ears and makes them twitch around like little satellite dishes. She hones in on the source being somewhere nearby, perhaps even on this since of the sedge wall of camp, and she follows it with glee.

She meets the singing stranger atop a branch of bracken, and it sounds at her with a delightful, resounding "Chrrrp!" Snowkit is immediately thrust into an imagination where he communicates with the bugs and learns their songs, and he crouches before the creature in wonder.

Snowkit spends the remainder of the sunset contently watching the buggy sing its song and tries her paw in chirping back at it. The kitten goes back and forth between various combinations of "Mrrrrp?"'s and "Ekekekk..."'s, but cant seem to replicate the crawlie just yet. She was getting there, though!

It isn't long until Graykit comes around (when is he not hanging around?) and she shushes him before he says anything, "Shh! I'm learning to talk to it!"

Spoiler: ❀ PROMPT!

❀ The crickets are singing at night once more, other insects are buzzing as well and fireflies begin to drift through the night.

SUMMER CAME LIKE CINNAMON -`♡´- SO SWEET

• OOC:please wait for @GRAYKIT !
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  — snowkit, kitten of riverclan!
  — he/him & she/her. OK w gendered terms! 2 moons old!
  — lilybloom x lakemoon. graykit's littermate !
  — a fluffy blue tortie w white & warm brown eyes
  — a happy, boisterous kitten with a big imagination
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — fullbody by jay , pfp by lovette, funnyguy by pin
  — penned by eezy

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[Graypaw]

It has not taken Graykit long to determine that new-leaf is a miserable season. He does not know any other, but he does know that some days are too hold, some days are too cold and holy stars the constant noise is deafening. Whether it be the steady pounding of rain or the screaming of crickets, Graykit just wants it to be over. Green-leaf was coming (or so he heard) and he holds onto the hope that it'll be better.

He hadn't seen Snowkit nearly all day, the realization dawns on him when the sun starts its descent in the sky and she is still nowhere to be found. Determined not to have to go to bed alone, he sets out on a mission to find her. It doesn't take him long to locate him, His littermate is crouched by the wall of camp, making strange noises while a cricket chirps happily away, oblivious to the predator that looms over it. He doesn't say anything, but he shushes him anyways, claiming he was talking to it "Don't be a minnow-brain, you can't talk to crickets. You're a cat. Not a bug." he says with a sneer. Why was she wasting her time talking to this dumb cricket when he was right here?

( ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ) I can feel you leaving

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  GRAYKIT RIVERCLAN KITTEN ; HE / HIM
  LILYBLOOM X LAKEMOON BROTHER TO SNOWKIT
  

  A plush coated kitten with a pelt marbled in varying shades of gray and white. He has dull green eyes and a tall stature. Most of his personality can be described as carefree though some also say that unmotivated is a more than apt term. His trust and love is easily won through praise but he will do little work to receive it.

  ✶ easy in battle + no formal training
  

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[Sablemist]

Sablemist found the whimsical imagination of kittens amusing. There was nothing their little minds could not dredge up from the depths of pure fantasy. Snowkit had this on full display, making sounds to imitate the chirping cricket before her. The ivory-splashed warrior smiled at Snowkit's tempered originality from afar, blue eyes shimmering with humor. Oh, to be young again. Graykit is quick to join his sister and is even swifter to reprimand even after the kit attempts to silence him. With a chuckle, Sablemist looms closer on delicate paws, careful not to spook the singing cricket. "I don't know about talking, but I do enjoy listening to the chirps of crickets and watching the glow of fireflies. It's peaceful." She murmured, lowering herself into a seated position alongside the kits. Evening was her favorite time of the day regardless of the season. Whether that had anything to do with her original heritage or not she didn't know. But it made her feel at ease, wrapped in the darkness of twilight and shadow.

✿ ≖≖ riverclan warrior / eighteen moons old / she/her ≖≖ ✿​

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[dappleleaf]

❝ NO MAN COULD TEST ME ✧°.☀ ————————————
While her days of kit-hood are long lost to fading time and tattered memory, Dappleleaf is not immune to the fondness kitten whimsy and play. This one appeared set on figuring a way to mimic the chirping sounds of the crickets hidden within the reeds and bracken. One so boldly is on display for Snowkit, though her littermate is not as enthused.

"Ah, maybe your other littermates have the gift of cricket-chirping." Dappleleaf mused, purring loudly from her chest. "Where are they, anyhow? I thought I saw Twinklekit around somewhere..." Something about the once-pretty molly is off. Her voice lilting like a far-away memory, her eyes glassy as she looked around for her granddaughter.

[penned by beatae - ☀]

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[STREAMKIT]

✧ . It’s quite the funny song that fills the air, one that Streamkit doesn’t think he’s ever heard before. Ma told him it’s something called a cricket that sings it, one of the many bugs that live in RiverClan with them. It’s a nice tune, he supposes, in its strange way. Snowkit must think so too.

The patchworked kitten echoes back to the bugs in ways that Streamkit finds entertaining, an amused, sky-blue eye on his denmate as the sun sinks to the ground. Could they understand his words? Could he understand theirs? What secrets were they telling each other, in a language Streamkit has yet to learn?

It’s a fun sound, the chirps and mrrps and eeks. It must be fun. He wants to try too! Maybe if he spoke it, he’d understand right away what they’re talking about. The kitten’s mouth opens just as Graykit arrives, and shuts at Snowkit’s hushing of her brother, ears twitching at the darker furred response. You can’t talk to crickets.

“ How do y’know? Have y’tried to talk to ‘em? “ Streamkit asks, hoping he doesn’t get hushed too. And then, he opens his mouth more with his attempt to replicate the bugs’ song. “ Eek! Eek! “ Ah, well. He can always practice more later.​

✦ ABOUT

• STREAMKIT ✦ AMAB. He / They. Kit of RiverClan.
  ✧ . A blue smoke tabby and white cat with blue eyes.
  ✧ . NPC x NPC
  ✧ . Mentor to be determined.
  ✧ . Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted!
  ✧ . Penned by Abri ‣ @_abri_ on discord, feel free to dm for plots!
  ✧ . " Speech " ; Attack
  

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[CRAGPAW]

Cragkit finds himself drawn to his cousins and the others who gather around. He has to admit, he quite likes the sounds of the crickets! But Graykit does bring up a good point, and he presses his side to the other tom's in support as he sticks his tongue out at Streamkit. "Crickets don't talk. Have you ever heard one talk? Or any bug?" He points out, whiskers twitching indignantly. He sticks his chin and tail up, resolute as he snubs his denmates. It doesn't seem to work. Streamkit joins his silly cousin in trying their very best to replicate the sounds of the crickets. He can only rolls his eyes in exasperation and sit back on his haunches, frowning disapprovingly. They're so embarrassing! ​

 

[LAKEMOON]

.·:*¨༺ ☾ ༻¨*:·. Her kits were… unique, to say the least. Snowkit was an enigma, her antics never ceasing to catch Lakemoons attention.
With a fish clasped securely between stormy hued jaws, Lakemoon is stopped dead in her tracks when she stumbles upon her Snowkit, crouched low to the ground, mrrp-ing and chirping to something the warrior cannot see from her point of view.
Admittedly, it takes the warrior a moment or two to decide if she even dares to approach whatever was going on here. Graykit beats Lakemoon to it, his cynicism filling the blanks the warrior had held.
Finally, she trails over to her children, who had already brought over a small crowd of warriors, elders and kits alike.
Dappledcloud’s sweet rambles prompt a frown from behind Lakemoon’s fish, which the long-legged warrior is quick to set down, azure optics swiveling to her daughter.
“Where’d you learn to talk cricket?” Lakemoon asks him, using a half-minded forepaw to push her fish in the directions of the kits.
“Have you guys eaten yet? Your mother?” Her question is irrelevant for the conversation, she knows this when her muzzle shifts towards Cragkit, but she had come over with the intention of giving her kits and Iciclefang dinner, after all.

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  LAKEMOON ☾ she/her, warrior of riverclan, 27 moons.
  ⭃ lanky blue tabby with low white and navy blue eyes and a slightly twisted right hind leg. A large facial scar stretches from her right brow to her left cheek, and another crosses at her chest and stretches down the length of her stomach.
  ⭃ daughter of Tempestmoon && Lilypad ࿏ sister to Wolfwind ࿏ mate to Lilybloom & mother to Snowkit, Graykit
  ⭃ 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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