camp YOU'RE UNBELIEVABLE // casual thread

[mourningpaw]

Sleeping in the nursery is... not her favorite. Too many whining kittens and mothers that remind her of her own. Mourningkit is not a fan, admittedly - but she's been told that in a moon's time she can join the apprentices. The issue is... why can't she join them now? It's only a few short weeks after all.

The she-cat can be seen patting a piece of moss against the outer edge of nests, trying her best to make it into a suitable bed for herself. She seems determined, too, brows furrowed and eyes narrowed with her effort.​

 

[SOOTSPOT]

The chimera regarded Mourningkit with a quirked brow, staring at a space far away from the eyes of the kitten. It was obvious she was making a nest (why she didn't get the Queens to do it was beyond him), but to Sootspot, there was little point to the endeavour - it wasn't like older WindClanners slept in the warmth anyways. "Perhaps you would enjoy the task more if you made a mossball of it instead," he suggested, testing the waters of conversation with this... thing.


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[Vulturepaw]

˖⁺‧₊ ☽◯☾ ₊‧⁺˖ 　"Um, Mourningkit," Vulturekit calls weakly. She seems to be working at a piece of moss with some amount of focus, fashioning it into a tiny nest. "That's not... Our nests d-d-d... they don't go there." They explain as gently as they can. She's new here, maybe she hasn't figured that out yet.

"We've got one in the nursery... And um, it's big enough for you," he adds, in case that's what drove her off. It is rather crowded, with five kits all ready to graduate. Periwinklebreeze's brood take up most of the nursery by now...

‎‎THERE ARE FLOWERS GROWING ALL AROUND ⛧ A MASSIVE ANIMAL INSIDE OF ME

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  VULTUREKIT ⛧ he / they, kit of windclan, five moons.
  ⭃ a spiky-furred dark tabby with amber eyes.
  ⭃ skittish and dour, with little time for typical kit games.
  ⭃ micheal x npc, adopted by periwinklebreeze. sibling to dustkit and bilberrykit.
  ⭃ 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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[rivewhisper]

Vision cast from where Rivewhisper had been patching a wall, eyes watching carefully, just as Sootspot's did. Eyebrows lifted as she realized what was going on, abandoning her task for the moment to approach, sitting near the other warrior. Her ear twitched, and when she spoke, there was a grin on her face. "Would be quite a large mossball." She hummed.

‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ┌── AND ITS BEEN SO LONG THAT IM ⋅❁⋅ FORGETTING WHAT IT FEELS LIKE ──┐‎

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• RIVEWHISPER she/her, moor runner of windclan, eleven moons.
  ⭃ LH broken braided chocolate tabby with high white and piercing blue eyes. scars stretch over her left eye and across her stomach. graceful, sleek, average height. built for running and stamina
  ⭃ mentored by snakehiss / sunstar / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ small romantic interest in redheart / / sibling to featherspine ; sunlitwing ; bearflight ; singedpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[CELANDINEPAW]

"You know, I heard the wind can sweep away kits. That's why they only let the older cats sleep out here." Celandinepaw chided, a quick wink extended to those who would appreciate Mourningkit shuffling her way to the nursery. Kittens often listened to their imaginations more than to reason, for the imagination proved sickeningly sweet and vivid, much more tantalizing than the colder, harsher truths. Still, she could sympathize with growing too quicklt for one's skin, wanting to join the ranks of those she admired. Ambition was simply an inevitable manner in which the young sustained their dreams on.

𝘗𝘙𝘌𝘔𝘖𝘕𝘐𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕𝘚 𝘚𝘔𝘐𝘓𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘐𝘕 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘋𝘈𝘙𝘒 .° ✿ °. 𝘐 𝘊𝘈𝘕 𝘚𝘌𝘌 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘙𝘠 𝘐𝘚 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘛𝘖 𝘈𝘙𝘊

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  —— CELANDINEPAW / She/They/He / 11 Moons
  —— Moor Runner Apprentice of Windclan / Mentored by Dimmingsun
  —— A shorthaired golden spotted tabby with yellowish-green eyes. Somewhat pudgy, though lean and able to hold her ground in the wild.
  —— Extroverted and unafraid to speak their mind, she is a friendly and affable face in Windclan. Though ditzy and somewhat cowardly, she tries her best to help her clan.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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[BLUEFROST]

Of course, the rogue-born kit has no sense of Clan logic or custom. She draws her heap of moss outside of the nursery and begins to pat it into submission, presumably for a new nest. Bluefrost listens to the other cats circle the issue playfully — all except Vulturekit, who gently reminds Mourningkit that kits sleep inside the nursery. Her eyes narrow and she says, "The real reason kits sleep inside the nursery is because of hawks. A hawk would pick you up and carry you off before you could even scream." Her tone is flat and matter-of-fact. She shares none of Celandinepaw's whimsy.

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

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• Bluekit . Bluepaw . Bluefrost, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 16 moons old, ages realistically on the 14th.
  — mentored by Sootstar ; mentoring Brackenpaw ; previously mentored n/a.
  — windclan warrior. sootstar x weaselclaw, gen 2.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh blue smoke she-cat with white and emerald eyes. aloof, dignified, poised, haughty, composed, distant.
  
  

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[WEBWING]

〔✦〕"You ain't ever any fun, Bluefrost," Webwing chides the lead warrior from his own nest. The bridge of his nose wrinkles at her, before he turns his attention onto the star of the show; little Mourningkit, who's fumbling with a piece of moss that could only be for a nest... It'll be a poorly made one, judging by how she's practically trampling all over it. Oh, well. A shitty nest ain't too big of a problem next to hawks and kitten-stealing gales.

"I reckon a gust could carry one away, if they're scrawny enough." Webwing rubs his chin in faux thought, schooling his expression into one of serious consideration rather than the amusement that flutters in his chest at the absurdity of the imaginary scenario of Mourningkit tumbling off into the horizon from a particularly strong gust. "Whaddya say, kid? Wanna find out?"

nostalgic for the good times ( like our dreams walked out on us ) //

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• WEBWING —— moor runner of windclan . npc x npc . littermate to mossthorn ✦ penned by nico
  ✦ cis male / masculine terms / 64 moons
  ✦ single / gay / open to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— intermediate opponent; relies on speed and dirty tactics to gain an advantage, but impulsivity leads to him making reckless mistakes.
  
  ✦ “speech”, thoughts, all opinions are in character
  ✦ biography — msg nicolovesdilfs on discord for plots — toyhouse
  

• a shorthaired blue tom with high white and hazel eyes. small and wiry, webwing is the picture of a windclan warrior. wisps of dark blue fur are like trails of smoke, wild and windblown. white engulfs his facial features, chest, and the majority of his lower half—except for his tail, which only flaunts a tuft of white at its very end. his hazel eyes are sharp, holding a melancholy that contradicts the smile he often wears.

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