camp WONDERWALL / game

[DASHKIT.]

The day had brought a different type of storm than the blizzard and snow that had ravaged the forest. For some reason, bird feathers, of all shapes and sizes were floating down from the sky. Not a whole lot, but definitely enough to be noticeable. It may have caused confusion in some cats, awe in others, and just an annoyance in even more cats. Perhaps it was due to all of the birds molting? It was leaf-bare, after all.

But to Dashkit, this offered a new opportunity. She left the nursery during the day, golden eyes wide as she watched them fall down. Some that appeared to be blue, others silver, and even others that were brown or white and more. She leapt in the air, just barely able to grab onto one of the bigger ones, and purred at her catch.

That's when she turned towards the nursery and called out to them. "Why don't we play a game? See how many feathers each of us can get? The one who gets the most wins!" Her voice holds childish excitement, and she is smiling from ear to ear at the thought of playing with others.

I AM DISSONANCE WAITING TO BE ✶⋆.˚) SWIFTLY PULLED INTO TUNE

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  Dashkit is a SkyClan Daylight kit, a shorthaired blue-silver torbie acting as a mix of her parents, Johnnyflame and Silversmoke. She is currently 3 moons old, and speaks with a slight Scottish accent. Dashkit is emotionally mature for her age, and tends to mirror older cats to fill the "older sister" role. ✦

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[Fawnpaw~]

[ ༻ 𓆩✧𓆪 ༺ ] It was quite an odd spectacle to see, so many feathers falling from the sky especially when so many had left to go somewhere warmer (something he wished the clans did themselves but aw-well). Ears perked foward before hearing Dashkit call out for an idea of a game. It was a silly one but hmmm... slowly he approached, bi-color eyes lingering on the other before shrugging a bit.

He wasn't one for competition, but he figured he could sneak away with a few feathers for himself for his nest and some to give to friends as well. "I'll play...for fun" he meowed softly before aiming to quickly scoop up a pretty feather that had landed close to him. Maybe he should give one to Fireflyglow? After all the medicine cat did help him get better as well as many other, so why not a thank you gift in return? Oh and Chickbloom too... maybe... Uranuskit? So many cats cross his mind as to who should recieve a feather.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── You can t be caught you ll never fall ──┐‎

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  Fawnkit 𓆩✧𓆪 He/Him, Kit of Skyclan, 5 moons.
  ⭃ Fluffy Fawn with low white with bi-colored eyes (Blue and Yellow)
  ⭃ NPC x NPC
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[DROWSYNOSE]

STILL DON'T KNOW MY NAME​

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hes slow in his pace. it's almost unusual, but drowsynose composes himself enough to seem nearly normal. his head tilts as he watches the kits for a moment before he stands up, ignoring the lingering emptiness he feels within him everytime he looks at kits. his tail swishes behind him and the rather large tom stands uo, ignoring the black swimming in his vision. he shakes his head before walking ahead, blinking and tilting his head.

"hello, dashkit. fawnkit. catching feathers, hm? how about i be the judge, alright little ones? I know plenty of places to find feathers."

anything to keep his mind off of everything. his tail absentmindedly touches against his belly when he sighs and looks over the kits and gently nudges each of them.

"well? go on, sweethearts."
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[DAFFODILPAW]

Even though the blizzard had started to let up, Daffodilpaw still felt icy, as though one wrong move might shatter his brittle limbs. More than anything, the waiting was getting to him — waiting to see if Fawnwhisker would slip back into camp, hearty and unharmed, as if nothing at all had happened. The more days that drag on, however, the less likely it seems that she'll return at that eleventh hour; if she was alright, she would've returned by now, a nagging voice tells him. Frankly, he would've preferred anything but the waiting, even...even proof, even something to mourn. It's Honeysplash anew, vanished without a trace, and the thought drives him mad — Fawnwhisker and Honeysplash somewhere out in the snow, neither living nor dead.

Despite nights spent lying awake in his nest, waiting for a sign of her return he'd never receive, Daffodilpaw was still trying to keep busy, even if going out on odd patrols with a different chaperone every time only served as a stark reminder of what he was missing. Truthfully, he's not sure whether doing chores and constantly glancing at the entrance to camp or roaming the territory on patrol, never finding any sign of Fawnwhisker, is worse — each is its own special set of nerves and dashed hopes. At least when he's in camp he doesn't have to worry about predators snatching away his catches or his clanmates alike, though that's something of a soft consolation in the grand scheme of things.

The monotony of his actions today is quickly broken up by some strange phenomenon — rather than flurries falling from the sky, it's...feathers? It's unlike any sight Daffodilpaw's ever seen, and it brings him to a halt entirely, head tipped skyward at a bit of downy fluff. This didn't feel normal, but it didn't feel harmful, either; nobody seemed to be especially panicked. Perhaps it was some aspect of the season he'd not been told of yet, or better yet, some byproduct of the harsh blizzard. If only it were full birds and not just their feathers, he finds himself thinking wishfully — that would be more than deserved after such harsh snowfall, in his opinion.

Enough time he's spent standing around, though; there's still tasks to be done, even in this unprecedented 'storm'. Already on his way to the nursery, Daffodilpaw spots that some of the kits have already made it to the falling feathers, and Drowsynose to watch over their play. It's not until he's reached the outskirts of their game that he realizes the irony in his task, shifting the bird he had planned on bringing to the queens in his grasp. "I guess you guys already have feathers covered, huh?" he jokes, though the smile that crosses his face feels hollower than ever. "Maybe you can add a few more to the collection later, after you declare a winner." Hopefully the queens wouldn't be tired of feathers after this — should he find something else to bring, just in case? Later, maybe; for now, he'll settle for dropping off his quarry to anybody willing to accept it, keeping a curious eye on the game participants even at the nursery entrance.​

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ BUT GOD I'M STILL CIRCLING THROUGH ❀ THE DIALOGUES I COULD'VE HAD WITH YOU ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎

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• REF PENDING, TEEHEE <3
  
• DAFFODILKIT / DAFFODILPAW —. He/him, apprentice of SkyClan
  — .Chyrsaliswing x Honeysplash, littermate to Weaselpaw & Adderpaw
  — . 9 moons old, ages on the 6th
  — .An average, well-muscled orange-and-white dipped cream tom with mismatched eyes.
  — .People-pleaser with a desire to do good - dedicated, but still fun-loving
  — .Peaceful & healing powerplay permitted - brushing up against him, shoulder bumps, etc.
  — .Penned by Hijinks - feel free to DM me on Discord to plot! ^^
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[ROOSTERKIT]

There is a lot more to do here than there is in his housefolk's den! The nursery is packed with queens and kits, and camp is always busy. Roosterkit can always find a warrior taking a break from their duties, or an apprentice taking a moment to play with their denmates, to pester. For those moments he doesn't dare interrupt, he has no problem staring at a busy pair of paws patching a den or pressing a bit of prey into the fresh-kill pile. There's always something to look at here in SkyClan.

Today, his eyes are on the leader's den, waiting for Orangestar or her dark-furred mate to slip from the opening, when the sky seems to darken above him. Roosterkit tilts his face upward, squinting. He expects more snow — it snows a lot out here — but no! It's feathers, spiraling toward them from a flock of startled birds.

Roosterkit lets out a determined yip, lifting his stumpy forepaws and beginning to bat at the first feather he sees. He's content to pounce and make up his own games, but his sister's voice catches his attention. "See how many feathers each of us can get," she says. The little ginger tomkit bristles with determination. "I can get way more than any of you!"

Drowsynose, Fawnkit, and Daffodilpaw come over to either compete or spectate. Roosterkit doesn't show them any attention; he has a mission, now, after all. He rears up and spins in a circle, slapping at every stray feather that darkens the ground below him. Every time he focuses on one, another rears its self behind him, and he has to flip spastically to catch that one, too. Really, all he's doing is spinning in circles and kicking up dirty snow, but... he does it with the spirit of a warrior!

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

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• Roosterkit, he/him with masculine terms.
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — 3 moons old, ages realistically on the 4th.
  — mentored by n/a ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a
  — skyclan kit, kittypet-born. silversmoke x johnnyflame, gen 2.
  — currently mated to n/a.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  sh red tabby with amber eyes. decisive, excitable, adventurous, hyperactive, hotheaded, brash, easily offended.

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