camp TONIGHT, WE GO CRAZY // escape pt. 2

[RAMKIT]

Ramkit is smarter than her brother. Perhaps no more than a rabbit may be to a mouse, but that drop of intelligence keeps her legs restrained for moments longer, the pressure to wait grasping its tendrils around her mind. Her brother would sooner rush into the blinding outside, brute forcing his way out of the nursery with plenty of queens following him. But she - she, with his tail firmly clamped between her teeth in a ploy to play - waits. And as soon as she sees the opening, she tugs.

Kits are crying - kits unlike her, motherless and fatherless and needing the resident queens' attention, Butterflytuft's attention. She and her brother are harmlessly playing, tumbling, but as soon as the dark mass of warm fur inches away to cradle a sad youth, Ramkit enacts her plan. On paws steadier than ever, she pulls from her brother's fumbling grasp and lurches toward's the nursery's exit. Out of the maw she goes, uncaring if she's noticed in her quickness or not. It's just out of the nursery where she falls flat, the world a mess of colors and shapes - but its just outside the nursery where her brother picks up the reigns, and she graciously follows him on quick, black capped paws.

[ please wait for @LAMBKIT !!! ]
[ @butterflytuft sorry ur not kids are rowdy heathens ]
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[LAMBKIT]

Lambkit is ravenous to see the outside world, the place where his father and Orangestar disappeared to after they concluded their visits here. He hadn't seen her in a long time, ages it felt like to a young mind. He wanted to find her, to find his father. So when his sister suddenly halts in their game and makes a beeline for the nursery exit while their caretaker is distracted, he is quick to follow. Urged on by a desire to be close to his littermate, a need to find his family, and just the overwhelming desire to finally catch a glimpse of what was so much more important than him and Ramkit.

The second they are outside, his sister falls back, relying on him for guidance. He flicks her shoulder with the end of his fluffy tail Im here, this way and he sets his eyes firmly on his prize. The camp entrance, where he has seen from his station as the nurseries dutiful guard cats disspear in and out of. In his mind another camp awaits past that entrance. What else could be out there? He cannot fathom it. And perhaps this other camp was where Slatesnarl and Orangestar were! Yeah! That must be it! He had seen them come and go from there before, afterall. Plus that's where the food seemed to be coming from! His whiskers tremble in excitement now as his paws carry him faster towards his end destination, tongue running over his lips and body low to the floor as he tries to lead his sister through the crowd undetected.

// this is now OPEN they are currently pretty much at the camp entrance trying to get out!

-ˋˏ ༻❁✿❀༺ ˎˊ- but I’d stand in the garden with you

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  LAMBKIT SKYCLAN KITTEN ; HE / HIM
  SLATE X ORANGESTAR LITTERMATE TO TBNKIT ; HALF BROTHER TO CHERRYBLOSSOM, OWLHEART, GLIMMERSUN, TAWNYCLAW & EGGBOUNCE
  

  A fluffy cream coated tom with mismatched white socked toes, a white marking blazing a trail down his face, and striking blue eyes.

  ✿ easy in battle + no formal training
  ✿ difficult to befriend
  ✿ Peaceful + healing power-play allowed, anything else with permission only
  

 

[butterflytuft]

Butterflytuft had just returned a sobbing kit to their nest, a quiet, reassuring purr humming in her throat. Her ears are still flicked back toward the nursery entrance, where she'd left her foster kits tumbling over each other. But…something's wrong. The small sounds of their play has stopped, replaced by a strange quiet. She glances back toward her nest, yellow eyes scanning the shadows. Ramkit and Lambkit are nowhere to be seen.

Her heart lurches.

The queen's paws move before her mind can catch up, her fluffy fur brushing past the other queens as she hurries toward the nursery's exit. She steps outside just in time to spot a flash of cream and black fur - Ramkit and Lambkit! Her eyes widen as she follows the kits' small figures weaving through the camp, their destination unmistakable: the exit.

"Ramkit! Lambkit!" Her voice rings out sharper than it ever has, tinged with panic. Her short legs carry her forward in a rush, her petite form darting between cats in the crowded camp. She catches up to them just as Lambkit crouches low, his eager little body preparing to slip past the guards unnoticed. Butterflytuft steps in front of them, cutting them off with her tail lashing.

"What do you two think you're doing?" She demands, though instead of an expected firmness, her voice only trembles with lingering fear. Her eyes burn into theirs, a mix of disappointment and relief softening them. She drops her head to their level, mewing quietly, "Do you have any idea how dangerous that was? What if you'd gotten hurt - or lost?" Memories of Fluffykit, Weedkit, and Daisykit lost in the forest under the darkness of night, face-to-face with a hungry adder, resurface in her mind. Her heart rate quickens as she tries to steady her breath. She'd caught them in time. There is no danger here. Gaze flicking between them, she searches their small faces while waiting for an answer. She wouldn't let anything happen to them. Not on her watch.
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[TWITCHBOLT]

Stars, he'd - he was never going to grow out of it, was he? Volcanic worry, pushing through his skull and setting it ablaze. Behind his eyes, burning paranoia- a thousand misfortunes he felt like he could see coming, that paws had to push for a prevantative measure. Scrambling to the entrance of camp, the monarch-blur of Butterflytuft blocked the kits' ways... all before they were picked up by a swooping hawk, by a gluttonous twoleg, by... a mutt, murderer of their medicine cat-

He swalloed past mounting sickness- the motherly fury was for Butterflytuft to bear, and all Twitchbolt could do was swing his head around wildly for some- some awaiting beast that had gotten a stench of kit, wanting an easy meal in the cold. And- maybe he was made worse by being here- whirling fear-scent, no doubt constant. Rolling off of him in waves- oh, and Butterflytuft would surely hate him then, wouldn't she, his oldest friend-

Twitchbolt's body seized, jaw tightening- his mind supplied a scream of shut up, and his cramping muscles found some small relaxation. Small, small, small. Key word, there. Little light-speck, like a firefly... "I, I'll have to put guards outside the nursery," he said, breathlessly. It could have been a joke, but- in bewildered stature, bludgeoned by ebbing panic, he meant it wholly.​

penned by pin ✧​

 

[Chickbloom]

Chickbloom had stepped away from the nursery for no more than a moment, the butter-stained boy too tired and overwhelmed from the day's hunting to entertain ear-piercing shrieks and tiny claws anymore. He didn't dislike it, the warrior was just worn out today. That, plus the awkwardness of being around butterflytuft made the idea of a nap too tempting to pass up.

Everytime he saw her face, a thousand paranoid questions entered his mind. Does she hate me? Should I confess again? Should I be around the nursery? Since the whelp's rejection, he didn't know what his feelings to the queen were, or what he even wanted. Being nearby should've made things easier to figure out, but it was just confusing and draining.

Amber eyes had just closed, trying to find sleep amongst a pile of uncomfortable questions, when the queen's voice rang like an alarm.

Chickbloom was on his feet at once, the baby bird racing out of his nest like a full-grown eagle. It took a half-moment for tired eyes to adjust to the light, and another half-moment to assess the situation. Amber eyes were wide with fear and fury as butter-stained paws stalked towards the entrance, teeth grinding together like cracking concrete in a dilapidated dam.

There was so much he wanted to say, so many fears he wanted to put into the kits' heads to keep this from happening again. Tiny bodies mauled beyond recognition. Two kits taken in a twoleg's cage and tossed into a monster. A pair of frozen husks, huddled together for warmth in their final moments, buried under snow and not discovered till new-leaf. Chickbloom wanted to scream each scenario into their souls, but one look at Butterflytuft made the boy bite his tongue. She was already so distressed, there was no point in making her more afraid of what could have been.

Instead, the boy awkwardly shuffled past the permanent queen, saying nothing as he sat as another obstacle out of camp. A guard if the two tried to run, and a shield against anything that could appear.​

 

[ROOSTERKIT]

There are a lot of rules in SkyClan for kits, Roosterkit is beginning to realize. Johnnyflame had had his rules at home, sure, but they were broken so often that they may as well not have even existed. Here, though, things were rigid, structured, and the ginger tabby feels as though any moment he could make some strange misstep.

Two of his denmates — wild, wily, and cream-pelted — squirrel away from Butterflytuft, one of the queens. Roosterkit watches with interest as they scamper away from the nursery and straight toward the camp's exit, where warriors and apprentices leave to catch prey and do whatever else warriors did.

He doesn't really think much of it, in truth, but Butterflytuft's voice is jagged with panic by the time she catches up to the twins. She scolds them in a harsher tone than he's ever heard her use, and Twitchbolt, the Clan deputy, is almost as shaken. Chickbloom, too, and Roosterkit has to wonder...

"What's the big deal?" He tilts his head to one side, his eyes wide. "How come they can't leave? I could show 'em my housefolk's nest, it's real nice."

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

• ooc: —
• Roosterkit, he/him with masculine terms.
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — 3 moons old, ages realistically on the 4th.
  — mentored by n/a ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a
  — skyclan kit, kittypet-born. silversmoke x johnnyflame, gen 2.
  — currently mated to n/a.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  sh red tabby with amber eyes. decisive, excitable, adventurous, hyperactive, hotheaded, brash, easily offended.

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