Hello and welcome to Purrgatory! We are an 18+ Warrior Cat Roleplay set in an AU where the clans were unable to leave the forest territories and perished! It has been 100 or more years since then, the clans of the forest are but distant memories to any cats still alive, stories passed down to kits of strangely named wild warriors and leaders with nine lives but the time of the clans is upon us once more and the stars shine yet again.

Open Camp CHILD AT HEART - intro, pestering

This thread takes place inside the clan's camp.
Nectarkit
Nectarkit

Nectarkit

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{$title} Nectarkit wants to know what's so good about being an apprentice or warrior.
Nectarkit was due to become an apprentice soon. Just another moon, or so. Too close, she thought. She was happy here, in camp, in the nursery. Sure, being an apprentice would be cool and all but... why work when she could stay and teach all the littler kits the best games, and come up with stories, and... and yeah!

...but it was a part of growing up. Her parents always said that. But... why would Nectarkit want to grow up when she was happy as she was? What was so good about being a grown up? How was she supposed to know?

Wait...

A smile appeared on her maw as she realized she could just ask! Why didn't she think of that before? It was just so... so obvious! Nectarkit loved to talk to her clanmates! And this topic was suuuuper interesting. Why hadn't she asked about it before?

Better late than never, the tortoiseshell ran out of the nursery, golden eyes glancing around for the perfect target - er, cat - to ask. Once she decided on someone, she made her way over to them with a boisterous greeting. "Hey! Heeeeey! Hi!"

She stared at the older cat with eyes sparkling curiously. "I got a question! What's so good about being an apprentice? Or like... a warrior too? Do you get to have fun still, or can you only do work?" If she couldn't have fun... maybe she'd just... run away and start... FunClan... or something. A Clan where everyone had fun all the time! Yeah. Great plan.​
THIS SONG WILL OVERFLOW JUST LIKE THE BLOOMING FLOWERS
  • OOC: anyone can be the cat she approached! fellow kits (or even apprentices) can also join in on her pestering, or others can offer their own advice ^o^
    "Speech."​
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    She/Her | 5 Moons | Kit of RiverClan | Ages on the 1st
    Short furred chocolate tortoiseshell with high white and golden eyes

    Child of NPC x NPC | Sibling to NPCs
    Crushing on no one | Mentored by N/A
    Penned by AnemoVictorious | Biography | Image Credit​
 
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The soaked bundle of moss held firm within Juncopaw's jaws is becoming a huge nuisance. She had thought that dipping it thoroughly would be the best course of action, but on second thought, it is more wasteful than anything. It drips and coats her chest fur—at least it keeps the heat at bay, but she had wanted to bring as much water to the nursery as possible. If half of it drains by the time she gets there, then...

Juncopaw frowns. So booooring.

A surprised chirp erupts from her when a kit barrels towards her; Juncopaw makes an effort to lift her legs higher than necessary as she steps over the tiny body, not wanting to push Nectarkit over. Entirely distracted now, Juncopaw sets down the moss so she can respond.
"Hi! What's up?"


And Nectarkit asks the perfect question. This is something Juncopaw can answer no problem! Even with the disastrous start to her apprenticeship, and the monotone, not-so-exciting tasks like this one, she prides herself on becoming a 'paw successfully. It is the first big thing she has ever achieved, after all!
"Oh, it's amazing!"
 Juncopaw speaks with a drawn-out purr.
"You're, like, free! I mean, I have to do what others tell me to, and I especially have to listen to my mentor, but still. I guess being a warrior is better 'cause then you only have to listen to the deputy."
 She frowns at herself; she's not doing a good job of hyping up Nectarkit's future.
"But what am I saying! Being an apprentice is awesome. You learn something new every day. And it feels so good to perfect a new battle move or hunting technique."


Juncopaw all but beams down at Nectarkit.
"You're excited about getting out of the nursery, right? I remember feeling like it was suffocating me during that last moon."
 

Frostmoth, the supposed 'higher than warrior' authority, appears like a cloud of quiet as he dips into the nursery with a gift of fishy abundance clasped between his jaws. His intention had been the delivery of fresh prey to the queens and their broods straight off of a hunting patrol, but it seems that (as per usual) he has walked into an already crowded nursery. He overhears the latter part of Juncopaw's reply to Nectarkit; her excitement about being an apprentice seems to have gotten her ahead of herself in her description of its difference between kidhood and apprenticeship. It's endearing.

Still, Frostmoth interjects: "The last moon is always the hardest, but you shouldn't wish your life away either." He tips his head. Frostmoth reminisces on how excited Lavenderpaw had been to get out of the nursery- a trait that has served her well so far in her apprenticeship, as she has been far from a difficult student- but how quickly she had learned about the dangers of warriorhood during the first gathering. The thought nearly makes him grimace visibly. It's a lesson they all must learn, but to learn so harshly and so soon...? The bicolor does not wish it upon any of his clanmates. He'd made a silent promise to protect them from then on, even if Pikestar would not.

"Maybe Juncopaw could show you a thing or two," Frostmoth snaps out of it with a bright suggestion, turning a curious gaze to the apprentice "Of course, you can't leave camp, but she might be able to show you a good hunting crouch. Then you'll be able to impress your mentor in the future!"

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  • "SPEECH"
  • ★ FROST — he/him, riverclan deputy, 21 moons
    — penned by carat, feel free to ping or dm for plots!
    — longhair black and white bicolor with blue eyes
    — peaceful powerplay ok! all interactions ok!
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Lavenderpaw follows behind her sister, too with a soaked moss ball, though she happens to have the foresight to not push its limits. Still, with the way she tucks it beneath her chin, she is not immune to the excess water dripping down her front. The heat isn't as much of a nuisance to her as it is to most - frankly, she withholds her complaining simply because she knows there isn't anything to be done about it. Nectarkit appears nearly out of nowhere, and Juncopaw, thoroughly entranced by the line of questioning, places her overburdened moss ball down to answer the kit. Lavenderpaw rolls her eyes and takes the extra measured step to help out her littermate, heaving the moss into her mouth and carrying it the rest of the way into the nursery. She drops it near a small hollow, where the two moss balls may freely weep without soaking into nests, bids a greeting to the queens and kits nearby, and then exits to find her mentor standing alongside her sister and Nectarkit.

"You could show her how to fish minnows, Frostmoth," Lavenderpaw points out, a smarmy half-grin fitting in her expression. Her pushing had lead the tom to do as much with her, though she had always wanted more. Hazecloud and Lichentuft allowed her to visit the borders once each, which had quieted much of her excitement - and yet, still, she's more than eager to get on to training sessions and patrols. As she says to Nectarkit, "Apprenticeship can be as boring as it can be exciting. It depends on how you take it." She thinks of Rookpaw, who seems to hate everything around him. Or Rainpaw, who is taking her apprenticeship to Jinglemoon as slow as she can, to maintain a steady learning. Every cat is different, she supposes.
 
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