camp WITHOUT FEAR OF HEIGHTS - collecting shells

[Moonbeam]

Moonpaw had decided that she needed a distraction. Everyone who lie within the medicine den still healing from their various wounds from the battle or illnesses that have popped up since were as taken care of as the apprentice's training had allowed, the herbs had been reorganized and though she knew that it was a perfect time to go out and get more she simply didn't want to currently. She didn't want to bother any warriors that would need to go on a patrol with her as she tried to figure out where in the territory they could go to gather things so she decided to do other things around camp as she thought of where to go, tried to figure out what was needed and what wasn't.

She'd gone to the nursery, checking up on those that were within it quickly before asking if she could take whichever of the younger members of the clan would want to come with to the edge of camp where the water was shallowest. Anyone else was allowed to be there of course - and with the high energy of the kits she'd more than accept the help - but she thought that a more quiet day for the queens was needed, especially with so many now living within the nursery, so much more about to join it. "We're going to collect shells, real big ones." She explained to Eveningkit and Pebblekit as they made their way over to her, usual soft smile on her face as she looked to the duo. "We could make a game out of it, a competition, and then we can show the queens the biggest shells." She had plans to collect them anyway, small little plans for the future, and with clan life there was no way to actually do it alone - not that she'd want to - so why not gather the help from RiverClan's youngest and most energetic?

I WISH PLANT LIFE ꕥ WOULD GROW ALL AROUND ME

• Cute little camp thread! She's currently with @EVENINGKIT and @PEBBLEKIT. , no need to wait for them to post!
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  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ INFECTIONS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ ACHES & PAINS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ ILLNESS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ BROKEN BONES
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ KITTING
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ POISONS
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  ꕥ SH white masking cinnamon torbie w/orange eyes & small ears
  ꕥ speaks softly & often found humming
  ꕥ 9 moons old; ages the 17th every month
  ꕥ homosexual homoromantic ; interested in beepaw & redacted
  ꕥ currently being mentored by ravensong
  ꕥ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset
  ꕥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ꕥ easy in combat unless in water, focuses on defensive tactics
  ꕥ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[SANDPELT]

ꕀꕀ On her way to the nursery, the pristine white form of Moonpaw catches the tom’s eye, and one ear swivels curiously in her direction. His mentor has once again left him behind while he deals with whatever warrior things he typically deals with, and Sandpaw finds himself searching for any way to be useful to the clan. He hears Moonpaw speaking to a couple of the kits, proposing shell collecting—and what better way to make himself useful than to offer his subpar kitsitting services?

He trots over to join the other apprentice as she explains that it could be a game, as well. "Hi Moonpaw. And hi Pebblekit, Evenin’kit," he greets the trio with a smile, one that curls gentle and genuine across his pale muzzle. "Can I join in? Seems fun, and I’ll betcha I," as he speaks, he looks down at the two kits, "can find the biggest shell of all." Of course he’s going to let the kits win. But that doesn’t mean he can’t try and make a fun competition out of it, even for himself. Besides, maybe having him as competition will help motivate the kits to do their best? Sandpaw doesn’t really know how kits work, but that’s how he works, so hopefully it turns out the same.​

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[EVENINGPAW]

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Day by day, Eveningkit's world expands - now that she is capable of not only walking without tripping over her legs (why are kits built like this anyway?) but to process what is happening around her, there is never a boring moment. Or, well... there are bored moments, but at least there's always someone to pester who would help alleviate that.

Today's saint is Moonpaw. She's pretty, Eveningkit thinks, with pristine white pelt that helps her eyes stand out that much more. She was kind of like a ghost when she first popped up at the mouth of the nursery. Eveningkit wonders if that's how she looked like too, back before her fur started to change color. Hazecloud and Lichentail had said it's normal, but... how often do cats change their coats? Sounds pretty special. Moonpaw almost makes her wish she had stayed white, too.

Nevertheless. There are things to do!

"I want to find the biggest, most prettiest shell!" Perhaps one day, when she grows up and her fur will be fluffier, she can decorate herself with some shells by hiding them within the tufts of gray. She'd kind of look like a fish, the shells acting as her scales. "But, are there gonna be any here in camp? Doesn't everyone just walk over them?"

Whatever train of thought that might have called for vanishes the moment another apprentice joins them. "Hi, Sandpaw!" Eveningkit bravely stares him up and down like she's never seen him before, curious. He pulls the competitive little spirit out of her fast, and she can't stifle a gasp of horror. "No way!"

˗ˏˋ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ & ɪ ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ! ´ˎ˗ ᓚᘏᗢ 03.05.24

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• EVENINGKIT ⸝⸝-- RIVERCLAN -- SHE/HER -- 2 MOONS

  ✦ DAUGHTER TO Lichentail x Hazecloud
  ✦ SISTER TO Horizonkit & Twinklekit & Snowflakekit
  
  ✦ Pale grey point she-cat with yellow eyes.
  ✦ Penned by ˏ 𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙣 ´​
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[PEBBLEPAW]

( ☼ ) he's here because eveningkit is here, not because he's excited about collecting shells. definitely not. glowing ember eyes stare up at moonpaw as the healer's apprentice explains her plan. "what're you gonna do with them?" he asks curiously, even as his tail twitches with excitement for a competition. snow dappled paws tap across the earth as the little group strolls towards the water, the tomkit sticking next to his little sister.

as he's dipping his paws in the water, adjusting from his previous attempt at swimming a few days ago. the cool liquid washes over his fur, pulling it gently along with the tide, and he finds the experience overall much more pleasant than last time. a drawling voice behind him causes pebblekit to turn, tail waving high in the air as he recognizes sandpaw. "hullo," he greets, acknowledging the older boy for a brief moment before his gaze returns to the riverbed. shells... he's good at finding those, he does it all the time for shellkit. glancing around, he spots a small one tucked beneath a rock. it's not the most impressive, but it is the first one he's seen, so he scrabbles at the riverbed, and bends to pick up the object. "i found the first one!" he'll cry, placing the shell at moonpaw's feet.

I DO NOT HAVE WINGS, LOVE ☼ I NEVER WILL

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  PEBBLEKIT ☼ HE / HIM, KITTEN OF RIVERCLAN. KINDLING x UNKNOWN, NEPHEW TO SMOKESTAR. 2 MOONS OLD, PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  a large blue tabby with low white. pale blue fur covers the length of pebblekit's stocky body, sliced through with darker tabby stripes and spots. baleful orange eyes peer out of heavy set sockets, and his muzzle, paws, and tail tip are dashed with white.
  
  
  
  

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[Moonbeam]

She watched as the two kits followed behind her and began to look for shells and as Sandpaw moved towards them to ask about joining. She knew she'd be glad for the help eventually, glad for the extra paws to wrangle those who might try to wander to far and so quickly she nodded as she offered the other a smile, tail-tip twitching slightly as she looked back to Eveningkit and Pebblekit once more. "Sometimes they get walked over, but when the water moves onto the shore it takes some sand with it so they get unburied again, even though when I was a kit I used to look for shells it seems like there's always more that come to us." Whether it be from shelled animals dying and being brought to shore or cats disposing of their overabundance of shells for others to find once more there were always more on the shores of their camp and through the territory.

She thought for a moment as Pebblekit asked what she'd be using them for, and for a moment Moonpaw was tempted to share but instead opted at keeping it a surprise. "You'll just have to wait and see, it's a surprise but I promise it'll be a good one." She could at least hope that it would be appreciated to those that would be the first to receive the surprise she was planning on doing, hoped that it was something that more than she herself would have liked.

She watched as the two kits wandered off a little bit to look for the shells, ears pricked and eyes turning towards Pebblekit as he shouts out, finding the first of their - hopefully many - shells of the day. "It's such a pretty one too!" She'd speak to the other as she looked at the shell, moving it to the side for a moment so that it couldn't be swept away by the water. "We'll start our collection here so that they're safe, and when we're done for the day we can look through them and you can pick out your favorites." Any rejects would still be used, as any shells could be useful for anything.

I WISH PLANT LIFE ꕥ WOULD GROW ALL AROUND ME

• 
  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ INFECTIONS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ ACHES & PAINS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ ILLNESS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ BROKEN BONES
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ KITTING
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ POISONS
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  ꕥ SH white masking cinnamon torbie w/orange eyes & small ears
  ꕥ speaks softly & often found humming
  ꕥ 9 moons old; ages the 17th every month
  ꕥ homosexual homoromantic ; interested in beepaw & redacted
  ꕥ currently being mentored by ravensong
  ꕥ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset
  ꕥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ꕥ easy in combat unless in water, focuses on defensive tactics
  ꕥ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[valesight ➶]

⸙͎｡˚⋆ ⍋ ѧѦ ѧ⍋ ⸙͎｡˚⋆

He's not a kitten anymore... not even with the new law; he'd grown out of that title just at the start of this moon and was truly a fit-aged apprentice. But it still frightened him... he did not want to be one. He'd gone to battle knowing he would have to fight and defend and maybe even kill and he hadn't... Hadn't killed. He'd been so startled by the press of his teeth into flesh he'd reared back before any significant harm could be done and he'd won, if you wanted to call it that.

Winning wasn't enough though. Not when water had reached his ears, covered his mouth.

He lingers not far away from Moonpaw if only because she has become a more than consistent beacon of safety... and with kittens in tow, it's hard not to want to enjoy being young and free of burden through their experiences. Creeping forward as she explains a need for shell-hunting, Valepaw considers himself pretty okay at this task (he'd nosed around Ferngill enough times to know what the resident expert's advice was).

"Some of them... kind of shimmer," he peeps at the younger RiverClanners with a toothy smile. "Just have to hold them... up to the light a little... move them around."​

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