camp you're abominable, socially * intro

[BITEFLOWER]

bio ₊˚✧ ﾟ. at home he's finished with collecting for a while, he has his paws on reeds and some stones, has neatly sorted them by his nest. letting his mind drift towards riverclan causes his stomach to lurch and his head to bow, so he's determined to find someway to spend his time. however when the round, perfect for rolling rock he has discovered finally escapes him into the undergrowth nearby the nursery, bitekit caterwauls with agony, pawing the soft ground underfoot. what was a kit to do? he's occupied away he rest of the most of the day by way of poking around the camp, only being exposed to the world outside of riverclan camp by the rare opportunities he can slip away, the whole experience is gratifying. even the shrubbery is different, bitekit doesn't think he's seen trees quite like this before. despite this the view doesn't keep him preoccupied long. he covers his face with his paws, lying a small dark puddle of disappointment near the camp entrance which he would inevitably, likely be batted out of the way of. he's all too happy to follow warriors around camp if any appear, who are likely to receive the similar jerk like treatment as his peers.

"please!" he begs. "someone bring me something to play with!" there is probably good reason for his complaints seemingly going ignored, even being a kit he is always prone to getting himself into trouble one way or another, his latest endeavors of getting precariously close to the exit of camp likely to perhaps get him scolded, or perhaps, it was due something to do with his attitude problem; one can't expect to be mean to everyone then turn around and ask them for things, but he can. bitekit's expectations are what one might call, unrealistic. the exhaustion of his mother exacerbates the frustration of the high energy kitten who at two moons firmly has it in his mind the only way to see everything is to leave the camp.
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[rivewhisper]

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Rivekit hated it here. It smelled awful, her paws were always wet, there was no moor grass, no rabbits, no dirt from the tunnels, no wide open sun. It was dark, it was damp, her siblings were upset at her, her parents were so busy, and.. there was really nothing to do. In the haste to leave camp, Rivekit had forgotten her favorite moss ball, and as such, was an extreme pain in the ass. Of course, it seemed she wasn't the only one right now.

Other kits, a whole bunch of them, from other clans were swarming together. Her siblings, the other Windclan kits- all of the clans, really, now that Rivekit thought about it. And boy, it was distracting.

A kit smelled curiously of fish and water caught the viking daughter's attention, and her head turned, ice blue optics landing on the black figure laid strewn at the entrance of this 'camp' they were in. Rivekit padded over, staring down at the younger kit. "WHAT are you whining for? Good stars." Rivekit huffed. She was loud and firm in her words, owl-eye vision shifting as her head cocked down at him. "Find your own toy or something, don't make anyone else do it for you." Rivekit responded defensively.

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[BITEFLOWER]

bio ₊˚✧ ﾟ. the chatter of kits briefly catches his attention, the idea of having so many cats in one place tugs on him uncomfortably, the realization there was so much he doesn't know oddly startling. at rivekit's words bitekit rises his to haunches and jerks sharply back, blinking round eyes at rivekit as if the pushback for being entitled was somehow shocking. he can't help the curiosity of the origin of the other kitten, his exposure to the wider world very lacking so far in the two moons of his life. his understanding of other clans mostly coming from tales. he wants to know everything unknown do badly, however, like most situations he finds himself in the sting of his ego is overwhelmingly all he can focus on.

he opens his jaws to say something, closes them, eyes the other kit, and settles on frustration. it comes easy these days; something hot sits in his stomach, never quite extinguished. he lashes his tail, leaning away from rivekit's scolding. "wasn't asking you." he bites immaturely, ego stung. unwilling to budge at the reasonable task of finding something new to do, he proceeds to immediately follow that up with: "do you know what to do? there's no rivers here, i don't know what to do." thinking about the river just outside of the nursery at home, eyeing darting fish and swimming although short bursts was all he could manage so far, are memories that stir homesickness.
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