Open Camp SC Do you love me yet? / intro

[Saffronkit Saffronkit]

{$title} saffron is still positive and friendly....... for now >:). Come meet ya baby.

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She walked out of the nursery, looking around. Familiar scents, a few familiar faces. She had relied solely on smell for her earliest memories, learning their names and faces later after her blue eyes opened to the wake of Timberfrost laying with her in the nursery. Her memories started with scent, the scent of a group around her, muffled voices the only thing she remembers for what was said. Not that it matters, she knows that she was named that day, and she puffs out her chest in pride at the thought.

Her small paws are not graceful, she seems to trip over her own feet at times, her gait uneven. She knows not to leave the nursery, not to disobey papa. She would feel great shame if she upset her papa after all. But there's a big world beyond the nursery, and there's been so many unfamiliar voices that have radiated into the nursery she just has to see. She's curious, memories of her past, her founding --- gone. The earliest tangible memory she has is in Vanillathorn's maw, the clan gathered around her. It's a blur why she is there in the first place, but she doesn't dwell on it much --- at least not now. Questions will come later, when her mind starts to fill in the gaps.

For now though, Shadowclan is her home --- the only one she has ever known. She is curious, sniffing the air with every step she takes --- her clumsy paws slipping against the Earth of her camp. She's awkward, her legs and paws growing faster than the rest of her. She pauses for a few moments, looking around the camp.

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ooc Information

• ooc: "meow"
  open to all! Come meet ya baby
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  SAFFRONKIT — SHE/THEY/IT ･ 2 MOONS ･ KIT OF SHADOWCLAN

  a smaller than average primarily auburn calico molly with blue eyes. Has been
  blessed
  by Starclan... but is it really a blessing if your family has been scattered? Each of her siblings have been taken to another clan, Hollykit, Branchkit, Pricklekit, and Skykit. She will know naught of them, only being embraced by her new life and new family in Shadowclan.

 

[Stoatstream Stoatstream]

SOMETHING SACRED

HIDES IN EVERY DROP OF DEW

The warrior was making her way back to her nest, ready to curl up again after stirring awake with pangs of hunger. It was infrequent at most that she awoke at this hour of the day, unless Wolfpack deemed it necessary to go on a day patrol.

But as the ivory molly padded through camp, movement caught her eye. At first, she assumed it to be Jadethorn's bunch of bra- kittens. Though as she actually turned to the tiny figure, she froze a little to realise it was little Saffronkit. A smile parted her maw as Stoatstream's expression softened.

As she approached the little scrap of fur, she couldn't help but chuckle to herself, recalling her own actions at that age. She was much the same, dead set on leaving the nursery and proving her independence. Now she could really see why everyone was fervent in shuffling her back to her father.

"Does father know you're out here, Saffron?" She purred warmly, looking down at the kitten with a kind smile. Until she took a moment to look about the camp, remembering the awe of seeing it for the first time in its full beauty. "You don't have to rush to see everything, they won't be going anywhere."

Stoatstream didn't speak harshly to the kitten, but with almost an understanding, as she sat at the side of the tiny scrap of brown fur. "But, then again, learning where everything is isn't a bad thing." The warrior giggled lightly. She had learned the camp by her own paws, at the side of Flea. The camp was less determined to keep kittens in the nursery than it was, while everything was a little more lax.

But, nowadays, with the seasons cooling and predator birds growing desperate for prey, she knew even more so than to leave the kitten alone out in the open. It was a bitter thought, but she would much rather enjoy some of her waking hours with her father's newest kitten, her little sister.

YOU'RE MORE THAN STAINED GLASS ​

OOC -

YOU'RE THE LIGHT THAT COMES THROUGH ​

STOATSTREAM She/Her, Shadowclan Thief, 12 moons old.
A slender white cat with lilac markings and dark blue eyes.
Mentored by Sablestar // mentoring none
Sibling to Fleafire, Monsterpaw and Saffronkit
Timberfrost x Oleander (Gen 3) / mated to none
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK, PAWSPEAK
penned by Pheo ↛ phoenixwashere on Discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[MIREPURR]

Mirepurr has been spending more and more time with Timberfrost lately. The caregiver shares their softness in a way not many ShadowClan cats do—and that sort of easy compassion has made them gravitate towards him, especially during a time of need. It seems he will scarcely be free of kitten-care. Jadethorn may still be in the nursery to assist, but soon enough, she will have to return to her duties. The last few days, Mirepurr has been ensuring that all inhabits of the nursery are taken good care of as soon as they wrap up their daily duties.

They are about to check in on them all, though the newest member seems to have beaten them to it. Saffronkit; they wonder if she remembers their presence from that fateful night. Mirepurr shudders at the truth in what Sablestar had said upon their return: the kits had been lucky. A few hours... if the litter had been found just a few hours later, the scene that Juniperstar had unearthed would have been far worse.

Now, Saffronkit gets to enjoy the safety of ShadowClan, though it also conceals the truth from her. Sablestar had been clear with his orders. No one is to spill the unnecessary details of her past. Despite the sour taste that it leaves in Mirepurr's mouth, they know that it would likely only lead to pain- the kind of pain that Saffronkit will not be able to do anything about, for her littermates' fates are already sealed, just like hers.

Mirepurr doubts that Stoatstream would allow the kit outside of the camp's boundaries in the name of curiosity and knowledge, but they still feel the need to intervene.

"There will be plenty of time to learn where everything is."

There's a smile on their maw, oozing with a sense of "please don't take me too seriously here".

"Stoatstream is right; you will have the entire swamp ready for you to explore. In the meantime... we can always answer whatever might be pressing on your mind."

 

[Magpiepaw]

& I don't know what's got its TEETH in me

Magpiepaw isn't sure why he is so interested in the new kitten his father had brought to the clan. Maybe because part of him knew logically she did not make sense. Sablestar was a cat who prided himself in keeping things balanced, consistent, structured - she broke the structure with her strange scent and presence, most the time kittens were sent off to other clans to burden others with their mewling, hungry mouths; especially so close to leafbare. So why this one? Saffronkit, the enigma. There was something more to her than they were being told and his immediate assumption was she was not a cat. Then what was she? Orange and black dappled fur, fox-like in a way or perhaps one of the sunset colored butterfly he had stopped seeing as the wind got more crisp.
"Let her wander, its not like the nursery was ever so well guarded that kits could not leave before."
He thinks of Fleafire, then Fleapaw's misadventures, of Monsterkit wandering out on his own with little hesitation. They had all ended up fine. Or rather, not dead. Fine was still debatable. Not dead was a fact. Maybe. Fleafire looked near death at all times really. Mangy and unkempt in a way he could not imagine. "If she is eaten then Timberfrost gets a break."

Ooc- ooc info here.

I dream in phosphorescence - Bleed through spaces

MAGPIEPAW

— medicine cat apprentice of shadowclan
— He/They
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— Solid black w/low white & blue-violet eyes.
— Has 'wobbly cat' syndrome.
#9272ee

 

[snailkit snailkit]

"Is that an option...?!" Snailkit chirps, odd eyes wide as they stand in the nursery's maw, staring directly at Magpiepaw. They've left the nursery before - several times before, in fact! - and they've never gotten eaten... they don't think. Are they all inside some kind of... swamp like belly? They nearly turn to ask their sibling, eyes remaining wide and saucer-like, before they realize a small crucial fact. They can't have been eaten, because if they were, then they wouldn't have been able to catch that beetle earlier! Ha! They were able to squash their own tangential thoughts without the help of their littermate. Snailkit will be so glad to hear their very real conclusion later.

"Oh - oh, can I show Saf'ro'kit the prey pile?" they beg, as soon as they queue back into the conversation. "Saf-fron-kit," they retry, before continuing with, "sometimes the frogs are still kicking. It's so cool!" towards the younger child.

[ @muddly for the sibby moment :3 ]

 

[WOLFPACK]

AND I AM SORRY MY CONSCIENCE CALLED IN SICK AGAIN

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"Magpiepaw's right. The kid's probably bored out of her mind being cooped up in that den all day, checking out the rest of camp won't kill her." Wolfpack added from his place a few tail-lengths away, where the large, muscled deputy was lazily gnawing on the shell of what was once a turtle, scraping what little meet was left clean off the bone and sending the looser bits of keratin scutes scattering around his paws like giant fishscales.

It was hard to remember the exact details of his childhood, but he was pretty certain he'd been an active child, always eager to explore and chase and move. He imagined he'd have been a downright bastard if his mother had tried to keep him couped up inside their nest for much longer. May the stars and shadows both have mercy on Jadethorn if she tried to do the same with their kits– Wolfpack had already caught the entire litter at the mouth of the den once before, and they wouldn't be contained much longer.

He smirked at Snaillkits comment about the frogs still kickin, tail giving a lazy twitch of amusement where it lay on the damp earth behind him. "If you think the kicks are cool, wait until you see them jump around." he mused. "Maybe I'll bring you guys a live one next time I'm out hunting."

Why not? A frog was as good a toy as any, something fun and lively that could entertain the kits right there in camp. He'd loved to chase stuff like that when he was their age– bugs, frogs, snakes– you name it.

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OOC NOTES . ◭ . CHARACTER INFO

• ooc : —​
• shadowclan deputy - male - a large, black & blue chimera with moderate white splashing, mismatched eyes, and several scars.

 

[Tickfrost Tickfrost]

When you're lost in the universe, lost in the universe, don't lose faith
My mother says, "Your whole life's in the paws of the Stars"

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There was a sliver of a smirk tugging at the tom's maw as he watched the kit wander curiously about camp. Young… young and free. Allowed to roam. Uncaged. The thought sent a quiet sense of relief through his chest before his gaze shifted toward Stoatstream. His eyes lingered. A soft, almost absent smile crept across his scarred muzzle before he caught himself and quite flustered he looked away, pretending to busy himself with plucking a few stray leaves from his fur. Still, her presence stayed on his mind, impossible to shake. He knew it was foolish, impossible, even.... Maybe one day, he'd learn to let it go. Maybe one day, he'd find another heart his could rest beside.

" Just so long as the little one's safe. " he murmured at last, glancing toward Mirepurr and Magpiepaw. The apprentice's comment made his whiskers twitch, so many adventures, indeed, most of which had Fleafire at the center of them. Being eaten wasn't quite the fate he'd wish on a kit, though. A soft snort escaped him. " I think Timberfrost would cry. He adores little critters. " he drawled, tail flicking in mild amusement before his orange eyes caught movement, Snailkit bounding into view. Another new life, another small heartbeat.

ShadowClan was being overrun with kits lately. Six of them born to Coalstrike, Wolfpack and Jadethorn, a pairing that still made him narrow his eyes. He didn't trust Coalstrike much… and Jadethorn could be sharp as thorns. Wolfpack, at least, had Marbleshine and she brought some needed warmth. Still, he'd be watching those six kits closely. Curiosity was better than judgment, for now. See what fate had in store for them and where they would wind up in the future to come...

When Wolfpack spoke, Tickfrost's ears perked, and a grin broke across his face. " Fleafire's a master frog hunter. " he spoke, pride ringing through his tone. " You should ask her to help out. " Then, turning his gaze back to the kits, he softened. " Let the little one walk around camp. " he said quietly. " There's enough eyes to keep her safe. "

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15 MOONS

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[SABLESTAR]

SABLESTAR
he/him
sixty-two moons
shadowclan leader

PENNED BY gonkpilled

Saffronkit's growth had been regarded in distant observation from the tuxedo. Sablestar hadn't heard anything regarding her littermates from their neighboring borders, thankfaully, maintaining the peaceful mirage that she is simply something entirely of ShadowClan on her own. The swamp was within her nature like any other instinct that told her to breathe and eat and blink. Timberfrost knew Sablestar's expectations in her rearing were to seek nothing beyond that, she would live and die purely by the word of ShadowClan, and they had very little room to screw that up.

The kit is smaller than most her age- that is the first thing Sablestar notices every time his eyes rest on her. She is runty, like Fleafire, never quite catching up with the other kits her age. Jadethorn's kittens must have outgrown her in their first moon in comparison, but it is not her size he measured her by. Her mind is what he watched for. The unruly chaotic beasts of his Guards brood could be as loud and rash as they pleased, with the set of parents they had, Sablestar was not worried for their fates in the Clan. But her, Saffronkit, had an endless shrouded mystery of potential not even he could place with confidence.

The daylight brings with it the sight of his Clan gathering around her. The words of obedience encouraged before quickly shot down- first by his own spawn.

"Magpiepaw, how old were you when you first left the nursery?" A moment taken place under the watch of his mother, of course Sablestar would not know the answer. But he trusted whatever the answer may be from Juniperstar's decision.

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OOC:

 

[Saffronkit Saffronkit]

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Many of her clanmates had joined in, keeping an eye on the kit that was wandering about. Perhaps the saying was true, it takes a village to raise a child. Stoatstream was always kind to her, a soft voice, a kindness. Saffronkit saw the way she looked at other kittens, almost pleased that she seemed so soft towards her. The seasons were growing colder, and it was clear that the clan was keeping an eye on her --- ensuring she would not exit the camp and put herself in danger. A smile plays at Stoatstream's lips before she asks: "Does father know you're out here, Saffron?" She shakes her head, a stubborn pride on her face.

"Nope! I wanted to go 'plorin! Papa is sleepy again." Timberfrost had been very tired lately, sleeping often, having trouble waking. She had felt him twitch in his sleep beside her, mumbles like he was fighting an invisible foe. Saffronkit was too young to fully guess the gravity of her papa's woes, she just assumed he was tired. Mirepurr looks at the kit as well, Saffronkit had been seeing a lot of them lately. They seemed fond of papa, and Saffronkit liked having more visitors in the nursery. More friends to talk to, more of the clan to learn about. Stoatstream had remarked that there was no rush to see everything, it wasn't going anywhere. Which Mirepurr agreed with, remarking: "Stoatstream is right; you will have the entire swamp ready for you to explore. In the meantime... we can always answer whatever might be pressing on your mind."

She shook her head, looking at Mirepurr with her big blue eyes. "I ain't got no questions!" She says happily, a smile darting over her face. It's toothy, sharp fangs beginning to come in. She felt the prying eyes of Magpiepaw on her, the medicine cat apprentice always seemed to be inspecting her. Not that she minded, she was sure she could come to be friends with them once she was given more freedom as an apprentice. She couldn't wait for that, papa had talked about it. However, Magpiepaw's next sentence makes her shrink down. "If she is eaten then Timberfrost gets a break." Saffronkit's big eyes blinked, looking back at Mirepurr.

"Well now I gotta question... Is there somethin' that could eat me out here?" She looks alarmed, eyes wide. Snailkit echoes her alarm, before their attention is jerked elsewhere, commenting on showing Saffronkit the fresh-kill pile. It was small, the cold air overhead make Saffronkit shiver a bit. She wonders if the prey feels as cold as she does and that's why the pile seems so dismal. "Sometimes the frogs are still kicking. It's so cool!" Saffronkit made a disgusted face, jaw twisting in a snarl. "Yuck! That sounds gross!" She puts her paw over her muzzle, hoping there are no frogs as she takes a second look. Wolfpack however, seems thrilled by the prospect. Commenting about bringing them a live one the next time he hunts. Saffronkit's face contorts again, whatever a frog is, she doesn't like the sound of it. Tickfrost joined in, she was not familiar with the tom. Talking about Fleafire being a master frog hunter, Saffronkit rapidly shakes her head.

"No frogs!" She bursts out, fur bristling. "They sound disgustin'!" Her face contorts again, a few warriors smirk at the kit. Sablestar was nearby now as well, she was familiar with him. A tom from the first memory she had, one that papa spoke highly of. Much like Magpiepaw, who she now narrows her eyes at, realizing he looks an awful lot like Sablestar. Sablestar seems to eye her the same way, like scrutinizing something one does not understand. She does not recognize the gaze, she thinks he just notices the shimmer of her pelt.

"I gotta get to know the camp! I'll be an apprentice soon enough!" She puffed out her chest proudly. She was small for her age, already dwarfed by some of the other kits at the nursery. She had trouble playing with them, and wandering eyes always seemed far too intent on pulling the larger kits away. It was frustrating, but papa always said it was to make sure she didn't get hurt. Still, she felt like sometimes everyone was a bit too protective... a bit too worried about her.

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ooc Information

• ooc: @Stoatstream @SABLESTAR @snailkit @Tickfrost @WOLFPACK @Magpiepaw @MIREPURR
  "meow" (#ff5d5d)
  "someone else's meow" (#FF7F50)
  thoughts (#ffe88a)
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  a smaller than average primarily auburn calico molly with blue eyes. Has been
  blessed
  by Starclan... but is it really a blessing if your family has been scattered? Each of her siblings have been taken to another clan, Hollykit, Branchkit, Pricklekit, and Skykit. She will know naught of them, only being embraced by her new life and new family in Shadowclan.

 

[Flamerunner Flamerunner]

Run boy run! The sun will be guiding you
Run boy run! They're dying to stop you
Run boy run! This race is a prophecy
Run boy run! Break out from society

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Flamerunner watched with mild amusement as the kit spoke, a grin curling across his muzzle and a twinkle of mischief lighting his eyes. So many cats were milling around the little one, talking over each other about this and that, it was almost funny. A soft chuckle escaped him at the kit's firm declaration of " no frogs. " Fair enough. Frogs weren't exactly fine dining, though they could fill an empty belly when needed. And, honestly? They were a riot to release and watch bounce through camp, especially in greenleaf, when tempers were lighter. Come leaf-fall and leaf-bare, cats tended to forget how to laugh.

Stretching out in a lazy sprawl, Flamerunner flopped onto his side, blue eyes half-lidded as he watched the crowd. His tail flicked idly, betraying quiet amusement. He wasn't about to crowd the kit with the rest of them, no, he was content to watch from the sidelines, smirk firmly in place. There were plenty of things for a young one to do anyway. His gaze drifted until it caught on a little ball of rolled-up moss lying nearby. Aha. Mossball. Surely the kit already knew that one.

Without bothering to get up, he reached out a paw and gave it a solid whack, sending it rolling toward the group and more specifically, toward the kitten who'd come bounding out of the nursery in search of fun.

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33 MOONS

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ooc: lazy cat isnt quite interacting, but tossed a mossball @Saffronkit 's way!

 

[Stoatstream Stoatstream]

SOMETHING SACRED

HIDES IN EVERY DROP OF DEW

A smile tugged at Stoatstream's lips. She had taken on a little too much of her father's wariness, it seemed, when it came to kittens wandering the camp. She let out a small huff in agreement. "Considering everything Fleafire and I got up to at Saffy's age, I think respite for the caretakers would be more than fair." She flicked an ear, before a chuckle slipped from her maw.

"Then again, that was just the two of us causing trouble, I'm not so sure you'll be so sure about that when your lot are running around, Wolfpack." It was more a lighthearted tease, but also an acknowledgement that someday it would happen. And while she was quite evidently biased for the kitten her father had adopted into their patchwork little family, knowing if the little fiends had a part of Jadethorn's personality, the clan would be in ruins before they even reached apprenticehood.

Though she again couldn't stifile the laugh at the kittens' reactionary disgust about frogs, reminiscent of Stoat's own reactions at such an age. "Thankfully, we have more than just frogs, but they are the easiest to catch- Unless you want to eat slugs, but I've only ever seen Mothbite do that." Stoatstream cringed visibly, getting queasy at just the mention. But Sablestar's brief question to his son about when he left the nursery made the molly pause a little. Magpiepaw had left the nursery very, very young. Younger than Flea did, almost the same age as Saffronkit...

Immediately, she decided the kitten didn't need to hear about the early leavers of the nursery; it was one thing to be excited to be an apprentice, but leaving so young would honestly spell nothing but disaster. Just one cue, a mossball rolled into view, her face morphed into confusion until she looked about, noticing Flamerunner lazing about not too far away. A smile cracked across the molly's maw, her nervousness melting yet again. She would always be her father's daughter, overly cautious, as if the clan itself weren't all invested in the well-being of the ktiten.

Stoatstream stood to her paws, not quite realising just how many cats had come to see Saffronkit's little adventure. Sleep had been tugging at her eyes the whole time, her nest calling for her midday rest, most of the clan were still diurnal, and they could fret about her baby sister if they so desired, even though they all seemed very adamant she explore. "Well, Saffronkit, like I said, the camp won't be going anywhere, but then again, it will give you more time to train once you're apprenticed, so we could always have a better look around. Then you can tell Father all about your excursion." She purred, an edge of mischief in her voice.

If they wanted to encourage this new generation to act as she and Flea once had, who was she to deny teaching them what she had learned? But that was for another day. She bid the cats a curt nod as she turned and walked further into camp, a yan parting her maw as the nocturnal molly would finally get her rest.

YOU'RE MORE THAN STAINED GLASS ​

OOC - Stoats out!!! (unless someone stops her walking off for any reason !!)

YOU'RE THE LIGHT THAT COMES THROUGH ​

STOATSTREAM She/Her, Shadowclan Thief, 12 moons old.
A slender white cat with lilac markings and dark blue eyes.
Mentored by Sablestar // mentoring none
Sibling to Fleafire, Monsterpaw and Saffronkit
Timberfrost x Oleander (Gen 3) / mated to none
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK, PAWSPEAK
penned by Pheo ↛ phoenixwashere on Discord, feel free to dm for plots.