no angst we do the best that we can - Radiokit intro

[Radiopaw]

"wild hearts run"​

Radiokit bounded behind his mother, Statichaze, as she brought him into SkyClan camp for the first time. The whole walk in here was GINORMOUS, and camp was even bigger! He bounded ahead a few strides before bumping into someone. "Sorry!" He squeaked, a bright grin across his face. "Who're you? I'm Radiokit!" He chirped. He stood up as tall as he could upon saying his name, puffing out his little chest proudly. Statichaze had done her due diligence in boosting his confidence to this point. Maybe not so much in social skills, but he was a kid, what about it?

/open to whoever! No need to wait for @STATICHAZE :) (sorry for not asking to tag)​

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[GREENEYES]

“ Oh! “ Greeneyes chirps, looking down at the cause of the sudden collision at his paws. “ You okay, amigo? “ A kit — has he seen this one before? Surely he would recognize this one, would’ve seen him in the nursery at some point during his trips to visit Butterflytuft and her kits. But he can’t trace the face past this moment now, a run in as he’s heading out of camp.

And — ah, Radiokit. The lead warrior understands his lack of recognition at the sound of a daylight name. Kits were few and far between with such status, his own kin some of them. Sangriakit and Coffeekit had to wait some time before Fantastream started bringing them along, so this must be the case for young Radiokit too.

“ Radiokit, huh? I’m Greeneyes! ” he introduces himself with a smile. A nod is given to Statichaze in greeting, before a tilt of the head returns his focus on the kit. “ Is this your first time here? How are you liking it so far? “​

✦ ABOUT

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  GREENKIT ‣ GREENPAW ‣ GREENEYES
  ── Lead Warrior of SkyClan
  
  ── Daisyflight x Raven Ramble
  ── AMAB; He/Him
  ── A red tabby and white tom with bright green eyes.
  ── Mentored by Sheepcurl; Currently mentoring Falconpaw
  ── "Speech"; Attack​

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[Radiopaw]

"wild hearts run"​

The little puffball of energy was nearly bouncing out of his skin with the excitement buzzing under his fur. "Yeah! It's so bright and big and awesome!" Radiokit stomped to emphasize each descriptor. Normally he'd be a little more chill, though he was having just the coolest day in the world, so obviously he was at least a little hyped up. "You do have green eyes. Mama says mine are amber."​

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[Orangestar]

Statichaze was bringing her kits to SkyClan today. Orangestar had been warned, in passing, and she is comfortable with it. Fantastream brings her kits to SkyClan most days now, and with the snow melted (and the river rising, though they have had no issues so far) their daylight kittens face little danger on the way. Orangestar has been cleared of her whitecough case, and is curious to meet the Clan's next generation of warriors.

"They are." Orangestar agrees, weaving around Greeneyes to stand nearby him and the tomkit. She blinks at him warmly. "I'm Orangestar. Nice to meet you, Radiokit."

ooc ✧ 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵, 𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦

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  ORANGESTAR ✧ she/her, leader of skyclan | nine lives
  " a scarred white-and-ginger she-cat with brown eyes."
  
  — single ; mentoring springpaw
  — speech is in #E3B2A9
  — tags | art by pin
  

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[LIONPAW]

Oh, a new kit. One of the warriors had brought him into camp, just like how Fantastream brought Sangriakit and Coffeekit to camp most days. Did he live in a twoleg nest like they did?

Lionkit tentatively lingers behind Orangestar and Greeneyes, curious blue hues studying the rather loud new addition. He reminded him of Hollykit and Candorkit; they had always been more confident than he was. Lionkit preferred to observe before making his presence known. "... Hello." The tortoiseshell point finally speaks, albeit so softly that the chatter could have overshadowed his voice. "I'm Lionkit."

He still remains behind Orangestar, not quite brave enough to step all the way forward from behind the cover of the leader. Nervously, Lionkit twiddles his paws. Part of him does not feel like speaking any more than he needs to; however, he finds himself pondering the other child's name. "What's a... radio?" Lionkit mews, tilting his head slightly.

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  lionkit
  

  — he/they; kit of skyclan
  — longhaired chocolate torbie point with blue eyes
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — link to full tags; @ on discord or dm @beaaats for plots!​

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[Radiopaw]

"wild hearts run"​

Radiokit looked at all the cats gathering to see him and he puffed his chest out. He had to look good, obviously. Upon hearing Orangestar address him, his eyes went even wider than they'd been before, if that was even possible. He'd heard of her, Statichaze had made sure to prep him and his siblings that they had to be respectful.

"You're Orangestar? That's so cool!" He mewed in awe. Just as quickly as his attention was pulled to Orangestar, it was then pulled to Lionkit. Radiokit cocked his head to the side, unsure himself. What was a radio? He shrugged. "I dunno. You have a cool name too though," ​

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[STATICHAZE]

Statichaze stands close-by to Radiokit, close enough that she feels comfortable letting him navigate the conversation on his own but not so close as to be hovering. He's the first of her kittens to ask to visit SkyClan; it's something she's very proud of him for, choosing to venture out and learn about this part of her life, to perhaps join it part-time as well. All she wants is for her babies to be happy; she wants to give them that chance, whether it's at home with their housefolk, or here with their clanmates. As long as they're happy, she's happy, and seeing him at ease in interacting with her clanmates makes her feel as if she made the right decision in teaching Radiokit, Glitchkit, and their siblings about her Clan. Whether he chooses to stay or not when he's older is another question entirely, but she's glad he'll have this--a place to learn what he wants, to experience both sides of life to find what works for him, people to befriend and to support him beyond just her and his siblings. She steps a bit closer, sitting down contentedly, eyes warm and gentle as she watches him.​