Open Camp bits of you in the breeze [ COLD! ]

[primrosekit]

She can't count - she's a kitten - but Primrosekit would err to say that she's been awake for... some time now. Momma calls the first light of day to be sunrise, and usually Papa visits right around then, with something he calls a, "Warm meal," and usually a few snuggles to the kittens that are awake. Usually he drifts away to tend to some shouting centermost of their home, and Primrosekit won't see him for too much longer. And then the light shifts the shadows on the ground, little by little, until her own wants to hide beneath her own little paws, and that's usually when...

"Ah- ahaha!" a bubbly giggle rolls off of the kittens lips as she wobbles forward towards @Boarthorn , eager to be among the first to greet their older brother. "Ba-ba...!" Primrosekit cheers, still a little too young to form many, if at all, words. But she smiles, glad to have gotten the correct sound to putter out of her mouth at least. Nevertheless, the girl tries to leave the safety of the nursery walls, only to find the leaf-fall air buffeting her short, silver-shaded coat. She puffs out her pelt, standing rigid suddenly in front of the warrior.

"C-cold!" she yelps shortly thereafter, squeezing herself into a little ball.

[ @Boarthorn mention but no need to wait! ]

 

[Faithkit]

FAITHKIT

A BOUQUET OF BRAMBLES

SHE/HERx THUNDERCLAN KITx 04 MOONS​

☆ A sickly fawn cream tortoiseshell with low white
☆ Adopted child of Serpentberry, littermates with Falsekit and Thornkit
☆ penned by Juice↛ Ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.​

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Your nose has been running today, you have only been awake for a short period and yet you find yourself having to nudge your paw against it. Flinching in surprise when it's colder than expected, maybe staying outside while the winds were so harsh wasn't the best idea. Yet you were stubborn in wanting to see the last few stars that twinkled in the dawning sky, before the sun rose proper and hid them all away for another long day. You rarely got to see them at night, always ushered to the nursery, so you had to be careful and select in times where you wanted to witness the sky.

Young chittering perks your ears and turns your head towards the nursery entrance. The lumbering form of Boarthron was in the entry way, where a young kitten, you weren't sure of her name yet, was busy chattering. That was before another harsh wind made itself known, drawing your muscles in tight and causing you to squeeze your eyes shut. Gritting your fangs together as you try to brace for it, unfortunately that young kit doesn't seem prepared to deal with weather like this yet. It earns a sharp yet quick chuckle from you, as you slide beside her older brother and seek out the warmth that is the nursery den. "I hear it gets colder" you mention just slightly louder than under your breath. Staring at the child to see if she would react to that then glancing up at Boarthorn "is that true?" You loathe the idea, your nose was already starting to run while it was supposedly not that bad.

 

[Boarthorn Boarthorn]

The day was high, and Boarthorn padded about the camp carefully. Rowanfeather had done great duty to help with his wounds, even if he was bashful at needing such care; he had hoped it would be the same matter of making salves for his own wounds following the Skyclan fight, but he learned these wounds were far, far worse than he had even realised. But, even so, he was healing well. While he was in no state to join extensive or heavy-lifting patrols, he had been able to help find fresh moss for the nursery, and as the patrols for the day were leaving, Boarthorn was returning to camp with moss clamped in his jaws.

As the enormous tabby ambled along, his ear flickered as the uneasy words of one of his baby siblings babbled along the air. He had to crane his head down, wincing slightly, but his maw curled up at the corners, seeing Primrose toddling along and calling out for him. His expression softened behind the moss as she shuddered and curled into a ball of utter indignation at the bitter wind.

Boarthorn placed down the moss and lowered himself to the ground gently, reaching out with an oversized paw and scooping up the utterly tiny thing, bowing down and rasping her ear. "Mmhm, mighty cold ain't it." He purred. She had barely left the walls of the nursery, and already the cold wind cut through her fluffy black pelt with ease. Unease caught at his throat, but they would let it show in their voice. Boarthorn didn't mind being the go-to kitsitter for his kin, or, well, the whole nursery. It happened many a time, and this was no different.

Another voice, ever so slightly louder than usual, caught his attention. Faithkit, raising her voice louder than Boarthorn could remember, which wasn't very much, but still, he smiled. It was impossible not to find pride in the growth of the kittens, kin or not. He nodded gently with a hum, delicately tucking Primrose between his front paws so she could seek some shelter from the wind, with him becoming a make-shift wall of sorts. "That'ths very true, leaf-fall'ths only the sthtart of the cold moons."

He peered out of the nursery, where orange leaves only barely cling to the branches, most of them blown away or felled from the trees' grasp. "We're sthoon to be in leafbare, the nightsth will be longer and even colder than thisth, you'll all sthee your firstht sthnowfall in time." Boarthorn hummed. It was strange to talk about leafbare in such a way. He'd seen the snow before, known the cold, but never experienced it properly. Only through the sun squares, the gaps into the outside. There was a bitter sensation to think about that place, the memories it held, foggy and distant.

But that was the past; his here and now was his baby siblings. They would never have to experience that place, and if he could help it, they would never suffer in the cold as the rest of them had. Never know the fear and pain. So, he looked down with a smile at both Primrose and Faith. "It'ths gonna be cold, but we're gonna be here to make sthure you're all okay all leafbare long, you just can't go wandering too far from the nursthery, cause you can get cold fasthter than warriors, and I don't want any of you to get sthick."

It was a gentle warning, but something he had heard over and over. Kittens were just too small to keep themselves warm, its why at such a young age, like Primrose, they needed the body heat of other cats. And that's one thing Boarthorn always knew he was good for, a personal heater when the days grew bitter. Whether it is his own kin or the other kittens, he would never wish the cruelty of shivering themselves to sleep through the long leafbare nights onto any of them.
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BOARTHORN He/They, Thunderclan Ranger, 12 moons.
A long-haired, blue ticked tabby tom with a prominent underbite, blue eyes and growing vitiligo.
mentored by Loonstar // mentoring no one
littermate to Saltpaw // sibling to Leveretkit, Primrosekit, Nettlekit, Butterflykit, Plumkit, Squirrelkit & Olivekit.
Copperstorm x Dewshine // parent to none // mated to no one
"SPEECH" // "THOUGHTS" // ATTEMPTED ACTION
penned by Pheo ↛ phoenixwashere on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[Copperstorm]

You walk along the edge of danger
AND IT WILL CHANGE YOU

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Paws padded into the camp, ears flicked back as the brown tom scanned the clearing for a moment. Then he moved to the fresh-kill pile, placing down the meager scrap of prey he had managed to catch, a frown tugging at his muzzle. This was far from what he had hoped for. With kits born, he had wished for more. But beggars could not be choosers, and he would make do with whatever the earth had provided. A sigh escaped him before his gaze drifted, catching Boarthorn interacting with his young daughter, Primrosekit and Faithkit. A tired, gentle smile slowly curved his lips. It warmed him to see Boarthorn stepping into the role of a protective older brother, shielding his little siblings from the biting cold that would soon settle over the camp. Copperstorm knew that he and Dewshine would do all they could to protect their own kits and he admitted, not without a faint blush, that he had sometimes snuck into the nursery to curl around them for extra warmth.

" Your brother is right. " he murmured softly, voice low and tired as he made his way over to the others. " Stay close to the nursery during the chill... We will all keep you warm and safe. " he vowed, a smile tugging at his lips as he peered down at his daughter and for a moment... A chill ran through his veins as he looked to her. A tremble of his whiskers before he lifted his gaze, looking around for a moment but... Nothing. Just the ghosts of the past tugging at his tired mind. Primrosekit looked like him, yes... But more so, she bore a resemblance to the aunt she would never meet. He refused to let her appearance have a connection to the brute that fathered him....

A soft snort before he looked back at the group, nuzzling gently against Primrosekit with his nose before he lifted his golden gaze to look at his older son, a frown to his face. " How're you doing, Boar? " he asked gently, concern lacing his tone. " Are you resting enough? "

Speech, thoughts/emphasis

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[Nettlekit]

NETTLEKIT
THEY/HE
1 MOON
THUNDERCLAN KIT
SPEECH | THOUGHTS | PHYSICAL

PENNED BY PLOT

Nettlekit had finally extricated himself from a grooming session in order to wobble over to Primrose and Boar, nearly tumbling over themselves to reach their siblings.

Papa was there too now, and kitten-blue eyes looked up at him with adoration. He seemed busy talking to Brother, so while he leaned against brother's warm leg, Nettlekit looked instead to his sister.

"Pim!" he mewed. "Brrr, Pim!" How his sister was able to stand out here with her shorter fur was surprising - his own was pretty long already, sure to become a magnificantly long coat as they grew, and even he was cold!

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