camp WINTER WONDERLAND // Kit Prompt 2

[Heronkit]

Heronkit was getting bored in the nursery, so he thinks to try and help out around the camp somehow! All the older cats were busy doing other things to make WindClan more like how it used to be, or at least that’s what he’s gathered from passing conversations. It’s not like he was alive to witness it, after all. Since there’s so much snow around, might as well try and do something with it. Yeah it’s cold, but that’s what his tail is for!

He doesn’t stray too far from the only den he’s ever known, smiling wide as he whips his tail around the white scattering the ground with his own white coat. He doesn’t have a goal as to where the snow ends up right now; he just ends up piling it all together in a small spot. He’s tiny enough anyways that it seems bigger than it actually is…how big is he gonna end up being, he wonders?

“…Wait! I can’t leave! Where am I gonna put this?” Heronkit exclaims out loud, the realization finally hitting him as his pale, pink rimmed eyes blink. Is he gonna have to ask a warrior to take it all out? But then his effort would go to waste…no! He can have fun with it before that! The albino kitten thinks for a moment before dipping a paw into the pile, then trying to form a ball with his other paw.

// OOC :

Spoiler: PROMPT

With all the snow that's fallen lately, camp needs to be cleared a little bit. Why not gather some of it up into fun little balls? Or sweep it away with a growing tail. Snowcats are just as fun.

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[RATTLEHEART]

Though leafbare could be unforgiving and unpleasant even at the best of times, it wasn't completely barren of positives. Snow was one of the biggest ones, at least when it came to Rattleheart. He found that he loved watching the flakes fall, able to endure the frigid breeze that it brought with it as long as he could sculpt with it. In the past he and the other tunnelers had discovered just how easily it could be used to create makeshift dens that kept one surprisingly insulated, and he had taken advantage of that fact liberally ever since they had.

By comparison, Heronkit seemed far less concerned with the practical applications of the snow, whipping his tail around frantically before he plunged a paw forward into the collection that he had made. Rattleheart had been watching him from a distance as he worked, wondering what it was that Cygnetstare's child was so enthusiastic about doing. "Well, you've certainly made it so there are a few more pathways through camp. Thank you, Heronkit. What is it that you're going to do with it now, though?" The tunneler's head tilted over to one side as he questioned the tiny white speck whose fluffy form seemed far too large for him already. After witnessing how fast Scorchstreak's kits had grown up, Rattleheart found himself even more desperate for the current kits to slow down and enjoy their childhoods. Childhoods hopefully free of the pain and infighting that Scorchstreak's litter had been forced to grow up in.
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[Heronkit]

Heronkit turns his attention briefly as he hears a somewhat unfamiliar voice talk to him, though he’s quick to put on a smile. “Hello there! Umm…it’s Rattleheart, right?” He questions, as sometimes all the long names get mixed up in his head when he tries to remember. He’s not sure how all the older cats do it! “But thank you!” The albino kit says, genuinely appreciative. He’s actually helping, yay! Though, there’s still the fact of what to actually do with the snow.

His paws goes right back into the snow, rolling more of it out while trying to push it together. “Umm…snow can be made into balls, right? I’m trying to do that! But I’ve never done it before…” He rarely ventures outside the nursery like this, especially without one of his siblings in tow, so he’s extremely inexperienced. “Can you help me, maybe?” Heronkit asks, looking towards the lead warrior pleadingly. His paws are wayyy bigger, so he’s gotta be able to, right?​

 

[LILYPAW ✞]

✞ The chill of snow stings Blizzardkit’s paws and makes its pale eyes prickle with tears. The last time the little albino kit had been out in the snow all alone like this, it had been tucked in against its mother’s belly, the rest of its litter lying cold at its side. That seems so long ago now, but it was only a moon ago, wasn’t it? The kit is not sure.

Blizzardkit blinks. The snow is not kind, not to small kits such as themself. But as they watch Heronkit, coat pale enough to blend in with the white all around him, scrape together a small pile of snow, a placid smile inches its way across their muzzle. The other kit is asking whether Rattleheart can help him make a snowball. Suddenly, the idea of snow does not seem so bad, and Blizzardkit stumbles their way over to the two, rickety legs wobbling every few steps. The black and white tunneler is a lead warrior now, and he is the best clanmate besides Slatetooth—Slateheart! "Heronkit, let me join?" Their voice no longer trembles as it had at the horseplace, a gentle confidence flowing through most of their interactions with their clanmates now. They may not recall every name—such as the cranky brown apprentice or the loud red-patched one—but they know the important ones. And they know their denmates.

"I wanna play, too." Though they have to squint against the bright light reflecting off each and every snow crystal, they scoop together a pawful of the stuff, trying to figure out how they can make any kind of ball out of it. They definitely need an older cat’s help, they think as the snow crumbles back into powder between their paws.​

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[gravepaw ★]

༺♰༻ Gravekit hates the cold. It's horrible, biting and bleak, making them shiver and curl in on themself. Horrible. Unbearable. There's a stormy look on their face as they trudge through the camp, eyes settling on their brother. He's sweeping it up like it's fine, like it's fun and there's nothing wrong with it. Gravekit watches wide-eyed for a moment. How can he stand it?

But then Blizzardkit is joining in, playing. Of course Blizzardkit would want to join, with its name and all. She must love snow. The two of them make a perfect pair, all white fur blending into the pale surrounding them.

Gravekit is not one to be excluded. She storms over, annoyed expression still settled on her face. "I do too! Lemme join too!" The chimera demands, eyeing the snow distrustfully. She scoops up a pawful -- a freezing, horrible pawful -- and begins to mold it. Nudges her brother with her shoulder to look. He doesn't need Rattleheart's help, she'll figure it out instead. "Here - here, like this?" She asks, squinting at the lumpy mass they've made. It's not quite a ball, but... close enough, maybe?

‎‎┌── MUSCLE TO MUSCLE AND TOE TO TOE ⋅❆⋅ THE FEAR HAS GRIPPED ME BUT HERE I GO ──┐‎

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  GRAVEKIT ♰ they / she, kit of windclan, two moons.
  ⭃ a tiny chimera of black and white fur with bulging pink eyes.
  ⭃ bratty and bitter beneath a sickly-sweet demeanor.
  ⭃ cygnetstare x gooseberry, littermate to shriek-kit, heronkit, & milkweedkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[RATTLEHEART]

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — A contented smile graced Rattleheart's face as Heronkit looked towards him, nodding as he heard the child's questioning. He wouldn't have blamed him if he had forgotten the lead warrior's name - it was difficult when you were a clan kit, suddenly faced with so many new names to learn the moment you stepped out of the nursery. He hadn't even been close to a kit when he had joined Windclan, yet he had still found himself stumbling over names for moons before they had stuck properly in his mind. "I should be able to help out with that... you can even toss the balls for a fun game, as long as you're careful. You don't want to make anyone freeze." Though it seemed like most of the gathered kits weren't worried about that at the moment, their tiny pelts shivering even as they demanded to be let in on the impromptu game.

Touching his nose lightly to Blizzardkit's head, his attention was pulled away from them by the sound of Gravekit's voice, her valiant efforts to make a snowball crumbling near her paws. At least it was a shape, even if it wasn't necessarily really a ball. "Not... not quite. Here, let me show you a bit of a trick." Rattleheart took his own pawful of snow, ignoring the way that it sent a shiver through him thanks to the chill. After forming it into his own little lopsided shape like Gravekit's, he carefully put it down, rolling it along with his paw to wear down the unneeded edges. "Look, see? If you just roll it along, eventually all the extra will fall off, and you'll be left with a ball. You can even make different sizes depending on how much snow you gather." Not that the gathered kits would have much of a choice in what sizes they made - they were still too petite to form anything too huge, not unless they got assistance from elsewhere.

THE RIGHTEOUS HAND OF GOD 𓆩♡𓆪 THE DEVIL THAT YOU FORGOT

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  ❥ longhaired black and white tom with pale green eyes
  ❥ 48 moons old; ages the 1st every month
  ❥ afab; uses he/she/they pronouns
  ❥ homosexual homoromantic; mated to venomstrike
  ❥ sibling to scorchstreak, lizardbounce, and rabbitclaw
  ❥ currently mentoring downypaw
  ❥ somewhat difficult to befriend; wary but kind
  ❥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ❥ all opinions are ic

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