camp wasn't rushing to say nothing } moonday

[COALPAW]

BUT I'M JUST SO OUT OF MY DEPTH — Three moons old. Three moons since he had come into the world wailing and vulnerable, not allowed to curl against the side of his mother as she had slipped away from both he and Hopekit and onto something more. Coalkit found that he couldn't blame her, as much as he wished he could burrow himself into her fur instead of anyone else's. Though he would never say as much to Roeflame, having learned in his brief time alive just how kind her taking in of both he and Hopekit truly was. Even with that in mind, though... his thoughts felt so full. Like too much all at once for a kitten of his age, regardless of how large he was compared to his denmates. The others were worried about things like bugs around the nursery, or whatever other tiny creatures managed to find their way into camp. Meanwhile, he... he didn't even know what he was worried about.

Was everything an option?

His gaze was unfocused as he glanced up towards the sky from his spot near the middle of camp, dark paws tucked neatly against his belly as he watched the clouds pass by. The day was beautiful so far, and he found himself wondering what it would be like to finally push himself out beyond the thorn bushes and explore the territory as a whole. "I'm halfway to becoming an apprentice, huh?" Coalkit's words hung heavily on the air before him, directed towards no one in particular and everyone at once. Who would end up being his mentor? Would his mom and dad be proud of him, from wherever they were watching? Will I get to see them again someday, before I meet my own end? That particular thought sent an abrupt shiver down his spine, as if the fluffy white clouds above had let loose a droplet of rain right onto his nose.

I CAN PLAY IT KINDA COOL ✧˖*°࿐ JUST LIKE ANYONE ELSE

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  ☄ shorthaired black smoke with forest green eyes
  ☄ amab; goes by he/him pronouns
  ☄ 3 moons old; ages the 5th every month
  ☄ homosexual; not yet interested in romance
  ☄ son of leopardtongue and batwing
  ☄ brother to bravepaw, cougarpaw, hazepaw, foxpaw, and hopekit
  ☄ extremely difficult to befriend; cold and blunt
  ☄ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ☄ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ☄ all opinions are ic

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[WILDFLOWER]

When Wildflower had been Coalkit's age she hadn't known what the wild was. She was still cozy up to her littermates in the complete safety of the twoleg den. Coalkit would not know such luxury. Instead, he was embraced by the wild and protected by the clan.

How things should always be.

"You must be excited!" The warrior declares. Unmoved by the clear signs of rain. "Better enjoy being a kit now. Because soon you'll be put to hard work!" She wondered if they were nervous. Being an apprentice was no easy task. It was a lot to put on a young cat. With enough pressure this little coal would be a diamond.


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[ YOU CAN'T STAND THE THOUGHT ]​

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[THISTLEPAW]

He had thought something like that too. Stuck in the medicine den, wheezing, wet coughs. Soon, he'd thought, and it'd been torn away. Six moons old, now. And not well enough to make it. By the time he'd earned his apprenticeship, the cats his age had been doing duties around camp. Trying to busy themselves. At least he had gotten to go out right away? Small things. Terribly small, unimportant things. Nothing that made him feel better except that there was Raccoonstripe, and Raccoonstripe would not allow him to falter. His weak kittypet blood had doomed him for a time. Now the lead warrior he had for a mentor would make sure it didn't happen again.

"You should practice," he tells Coalkit seriously. Others got to play, pounce; he never had. Wildflower says that he should have fun, but what was the point in that? Fun wouldn't feed clanmates. Fun wouldn't make for a strong warrior. Fun was fun, and fun was temporary, but ThunderClan needed them forever. "Is your pounce any good?"

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝗕𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 🙴 𝗕𝐎𝐍𝐄  ╱ 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑰𝑻 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑯 𝑰𝑻? ＜03.03＞ ⸙

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• 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐖. HE - HIM. YOUNG APPRENTICE OF THUNDERCLAN. ————— the son of an ex-kittypet has spent most of his life confined to the medicine den. bad circumstances and worse healing left him in a limbo between life and death which he only just escaped. there's still recovering to do before his clanmates see him as anything more than a weak, sick kittypet.  ╱ PENNED BY REVELATIONS
  
  a prickly-furred chocolate and slate cat with amber eyes. though with a blocky, nearly bulky frame, thistlepaw has been softened, rounded, and stretched thin by his uncertain life. without work or play to thicken the pads of his paws or add strength to his limbs, his skin plays like canvas stretched taut over its frame, his fur a hazy cloak to cover the sickness. he seems soft and unwell in equal measure. certainly not an apprentice to be. . .

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[Softsight]

If Softpaw's learned anything during her apprenticeship, it's that there should be a healthy balance between fun and work in her life - granted, she took more work onto herself than she maybe should, but Softpaw knew how to have fun. At least she thought she did. It's just that ever since her sister had been attacked by an owl on a "fun" outing, her concept of the idea might have been altered.

Making her way over to where Coalkit was musing to himself alongside Thistlepaw and Wildflower, Softpaw nodded at both cats' words. Most kits were excited to become apprentices, never thinking of the chores that they would have to do alongside the cool training they were looking forward to; and practicing is always a good thing, no matter one's age.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎OOC ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ .ᐟ.ᐟ INFO ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

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• SOFTPAW ✩ apprentice of thunderclan, six moons
  → peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
  → penned by Archivist → .archivist on discord.
  

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[SHININGSUN]

☼ "What's with all the talk of hard work? Surely we can focus on more fun things, right?" Shiningsun chimed in with a chuckle and a warm smile adorning his bright features. The large tom swished his tail to and fro as he sat himself down comfortably so he could join in with any conversation and plans being made. Lately his gaze had been set on RiverClan's borders a little too much, so it was high time that he focused on his actual clanmates. "Who fancies a game, hrm?"
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[ROEFLAME .]

-ˋˏ ༻ ☀ ༺ ˎˊ-

It felt as though her litter had been born a mere moon ago, Leopardtongues litter placed within the crook of her belly was surely only a half-moon earlier.
It’s Coalkit’s quiet musings that tear Roeflame from where she basked in the sun nearby where her children played. The brassy blinks once, twice, her mind spinning in circles for a moment. “That can’t be right… no way.” The tabby molly murmurs, though mostly to herself. Rather quickly, her adoptive son is quick to call the attention of several apprentices, and Shiningsun. They talk of hunting, practicing- a game. Roeflame still feels a bit stumped on the realization that three entire moons have passed since her kits were born. “Just don’t go too far.” The nursery-bound lead warrior hums to Coalkit, celadon optics shifting to Shiningsun, the oldest and the adult of the group that had gathered.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── SHE BLOWS OUTTA NOWHERE ⋅✴⋅ ROMAN CANDLE OF THE WILD ──┐‎

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  ROEFLAME ✩ she/her, Lead Warrior of Thunderclan, twenty-two moons.
  ⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
  ⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Foxpaw
  ⭃ 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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