camp UNTITLED SOUL ♡ KIT GATHERING

[mockingbirdcry]

" This is the moon. " Mockingbirdcry commences with her mock ( ha! ) - Gathering without much ceremony, quite in opposition to the real thing . . . but these kits will doubtlessly witness such theatrics firsthand when they make their initial foray to Fourtrees in a few moons' time. For now, they must be instructed; a rare privilege of queenhood is the opportunity to shape tiny worldviews and mold small minds with her own snow - white paws. The kind of disrespect, the lack of civility, the uncouth behavior ShadowClan has displayed at the latest Gatherings . . . admittedly under a different leader ( one now dead and very recently buried, by these same paws, no less ) . . . should not continue with future generations. Hence, her planned lesson, under the disguise of a popular kitten game.

A round ivory stone is plastered into the mucky floor of camp with one tufted paw, fitting enough to serve as their " moon " for the evening . . . dusk bleeds down towards the horizon, the perfect backdrop for kittens who, unlike those who slogged their way to Fourtrees each month, could not stay awake until moonhigh. Mockingbirdcry wipes its smooth surface carefully clean, dark eyes settling on her pupils with some modicum of seriousness. " You . . . " she murmurs, placing special emphasis onto the word, and, by extension, its subjects, " . . . are the leaders of your Clans. Tonight is the full moon, " here, she jabs the stone once more, " and you have to make your announcements. "

" You can name your own Clans, " she allows with a generous tilt of the shoulders. Far be it from her to limit the children's creativity, even in her ambitions of infusing them with a sense of politics and, more importantly, diplomacy early. " But . . . your Clan . . . " she points at one kit, then turns the accusatory claw on another, " . . . has had their prey stolen by that Clan! "

" But there will be no arguing, " she appends with a firm shake of the head. If these concepts are too difficult for her audience, perhaps they will at least retain the basic sentiments, or so she hopes. " You must be respectful at our Gathering, because . . . " Here, she traces a crescent claw across their " moon ". " I am StarClan, and if anyone breaks the Gathering treaty, I'll cover the moon and the Gathering will end. "

" And nobody wants that. " Wide chestnut eyes scan the faces of the children, as if to emphasize the horror of the game ending prematurely. The queen coughs, her voice protesting from its prolonged use. Mockingbirdcry cants a fluffy head towards one of the kits at random. " Now, your Clan will begin the announcements tonight. "

OOC : Geared toward kits, but anyone can post! Kits, feel free to be either of the designated " drama " Clans and / or the one called to announce.

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[BRANCHPAW]

𓆱 Branchkit hasn’t had the chance to go to a gathering yet, since he’s so small, but he heard about what happened at the last gathering. Chilledstar broke the rules, and then Lilacfur did, too. He doesn’t like the idea of being mean to others, especially when the rules say they have to be nice to each other. Mockingbirdcry reminds them that there will be no arguing and no fighting, because they have to be respectful.

I am StarClan, she claims, and she looks the part. Washed in white fur, sure to glow under the moonlight of an actual gathering, she looks just like a cat that’s come down from the stars to speak with them. A ghost. She nods to him—his clan will start the announcements! "Um…" he falls silent, paws tapping at the ground with a new sort of uncertainty. Why did the ghost-queen tell him to start the announcements? And more importantly, what is his clan going to be called? BranchClan seems too simple, too self-centered. He should name the clan after someone else. GiggleClan? No, that’s silly. MoonClan doesn’t make sense, since all the clans live under the moon. Oh—he knows what he’ll call his clan! Something that sounds like the real-life ShadowClan, but isn’t ShadowClan.

The boy takes a step forward, puffing his fuzzy white chest out. "NeedleClan… has new warriors. And apprentices." Short, simple. Does anyone listen to the announcements at the gathering? Will anyone pay attention when Branchpaw’s name is called at the gathering? Will his mentor be proud? Who will his mentor be? Hopefully he gets a good mentor, like his mom—Ferndance used to be a lead warrior, so she has to be a good mentor. But he can’t focus on that right now, so he returns his attention to the other kits. His clan wasn’t the one called out for stealing prey, but still he chips in, "And we… didn’t steal any prey." NeedleClan would never steal any prey, because NeedleClan is a good clan that follows the warrior code.

𖠰𖠰 archers never made good kings

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  BRANCHKIT ❯❯ he/him, kit of shadowclan
  𖠰 fluffy lilac tabby with white spotting and amber eyes. quiet but cheerful, very naïve.
  𖠰 son of ferndance and needledrift ; brother to bonepaw, bloodpaw, shadepaw, snowypaw, gigglekit, morelkit
  𖠰 peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  𖠰 penned by foxlore

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[Puddlekit..]

Peering over at the rock she had decided that Mockingbirdcry must be too old, that wasn’t the moon at all, it was a rock. She was willing to play along though, despite the queen clearly being too old to tell a moon and rock apart she thought she was fun. Besides, she was much too young for gatherings and quite frankly she didn’t get it. Puddlekit was only a moon old, gatherings were a little too complicated for her to understand right now. To her it was just a bunch of cats who talked, the political intricacies and customs flew right over her head. This was a game though and despite the fact that Puddlekit didn’t particularly like games she was curious. This one sounded fun, she wanted to be part of a gathering! Being a clan leader was cool too and she wouldn’t pass that up.

She perks up as she’s pointed at, okay her clan had prey stolen from them. She can work with that, that was bad and she knew that at least. What was she going to even name her clan? Something simple, RockClan! That was cool and the first thing Puddlekit looked at when trying to decide. She sits up straighter as Branchkit begins the announcements, nodding to herself as she absorbs the information in. Okay so cats talk about their warriors and apprentices, she can work with this. They also announce if they didn’t steal prey, would the clan who stole also announce that? “Thank you NeedleClan!” She calls out loudly, did they say thank you to the other clans? Rockclan does this because RockClan is polite.

The chimera waits patiently until Branchkit steps back, when he does she steps forward. Much too tiny for the world and yet ready to take it on, as the leader of RockClan she had to look strong and ready to take on the world. “RockClan… also has new warriors, we have two! There is no new app.. Apprentices” She thought it would be dramatic and more important if she listed numbers. Plus she could show off her ability to count, something that a leader should be able to do! “RockClan is… sad? To say that our prey has been stolen” should she announce which clan stole it? It makes sense, but she can’t argue. Hm. “It was stolen by that clan” she lifts a tiny paw to point at the other kit who was the leader of the opposing clan.

She doesn’t step back but falls into silence as she tries to think about what she should say next. “It makes us sad. Please ask next time! I will say yes if asked nicely” to her asking nicely is more akin to begging but she didn’t really get that there was a difference in that. With a nod she shuffled backwards before pausing. Right, NeedleClan announced that they didn’t steal prey so she should announce that too. “RockClan didn’t steal any prey too!” with another nod she resumes her shuffling.

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• PUDDLEKIT || She/her, kit of ShadowClan, one moon
  ♡ A short haired fawn rosette tabby and black rosette tabby chimera with copper eyes. Always seems to be judgmental.
  ♡ Adopted child of Moltface || Littermate to Runningkit, Cloudkit, Buzzardkit, and Nightkit.
  ♡ Penned by Juice || message on discord (Ouijeejuice) for plots!
  ♡ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking.
  

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[BUZZARDKIT.]

I SAW A PHOTO, YOU LOOK JOYOUS​

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"i'm not a leader. p...puddlekit is."

they decide. they've no desire to be a leader. but even as mockingbirdcry speaks, they find their wide eyes blinking as they bumping against puddlekit. they look over at branchkit before shaking their head. they don't like playing pretend. something about it doesn't strike up feelings of excitement within them but they decide not to ruin it for the kits involved... not fully at least.

"that sounds l....ike a lie. starclan can't do that. starclan can't do anything."

she's heard bits and pieces about this so called clan in the stars but starry cats sounded very far fetched. she's never seen them before and mockingbirdcry was not a starry cat at all. she was a normal cat that took care of kittens. she was not starclan. to buzzardkit, the very idea of starclan makes no sense. she doesn't believe in it. she doesn't believe in the warriors amongst the stars. the stars themselves have meaning but there are no cats up there. cats came from the stars, like she did. but cats cannot be in the stars.

i don't think starclan is real. she's lying to us.

until a starry cat comes and visits themself, he won't believe a thing. the idea of taarclan only pushes him to be upset but he pushes it down to nod his head. play pretend, buzzardkit. that's the easier option, instead of questioning everyone– even though he really wanted to.

"r....ight. don't steal from us or we will bite you. or somet...thing."
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[Gigglepaw]

Gatherings are always something that have interested Gigglekit. She knows that one day soon, she'll be attending her first with her future mentor, and the thought is exciting. But for now, Gigglekit settles for this fake Gathering that Mockingbirdcry has set up for all the kits, and she sits proudly next to Branchkit, automatically assuming the position of his deputy for NeedleClan - a good name, Gigglekit decides.

"That's right! We're real good warriors, and good warriors don't need to steal prey from other Clans." Gigglekit declares in tandem with her brother, puffing out her chest to give herself an air of authority - an action she rethinks, when she considers how Smogmaw acted as deputy. He was calm and collected, and funny sometimes. That's the type of warrior that Gigglekit wants to be, she thinks.

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• GIGGLEKIT ✩ kit of shadowclan, four moons
  → blinks incessantly & uncontrollably.
  → peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
  → penned by Archivist → .archivist on discord.
  

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