PAFP Backwritten Camp Eggs Over Queasy 𖤓 Kit Games

[Dawnpaw's icon Dawnpaw Dawnpaw]

Dawnkit​

status: curious​

The point watches the camp from with in the confines of the nursery. Her mother has disappeared for the time being so she watches. Her blue eyes shine out of the dark like a beacon, a siren's call. She doesn't blink. Movement to her left draws her attention and she turns to the sickly one of Serpentberry's bunch. The one that reminds her of her own mother, with the never ending sickness. She watches Faithkit for a moment before moving. "Hey." She comes to a silent stop next to the other kit. Staring at them for but a moment. "So. You know any games?" She's not sure what the other has learned since moving into the nursery and she doubts the medicine den was any place to get up to games in. She also wonders if the other has even been healthy enough for games but that's not any of her business.

"I know one. Hide and seek." Dawn turns her gaze to the camp at large and watches the other cats move around briefly. "There is one seeker. They count to a certain number, and whoever else is playing and isn't the seeker, has that amount of time to find a hiding spot. After the allotted time is up the seeker goes to find the hiders. If they are found they are out. The last one to be found is the new seeker and the game continues." She twists around to look at the other kit once more. "Sound fun? Ya wanna be the seeker or the hider?" Dawn was good at both, could do either. She'd let the other kit pick.

and every step i choose to take begins to set the world aflame

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  DAWNKIT She/Her A cinnamon tortie point with large paws and anger in her veins. She is highly protective of her siblings and is strangely distrustful of anyone that isn't family, possibly stemming from her mother's paranoia.
  
  𖤓 Kit of Thunderclan
  𖤓 Sister to Fawnkit and Hazykit
  𖤓 2 moons; ages on the 1st of every month (updated 9/20/2025)
  𖤓 speech thought action
  𖤓 peaceful/healing powerplay permitted
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[Faithkit]

FAITHKIT

A BOUQUET OF BRAMBLES

SHE/HERx THUNDERCLAN KITx 05 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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Gingerly lifting a stone with your paw you peer under, finding nothing but bugs much to your expectation. One of the elders had talked about burying their fallen whiskers as a symbol of good luck. Of course, you didn't believe this at all but you were determined to prove to the more gullible kits of the camp that this was nothing but lies. Setting the stone back in the upright position with the up most care you roll your shoulders, growing sore from hunching over and digging holes for the better part of the morning. Dawnkit catches you as you set it down, squinting at your denmate you feel your suspicions begin to arise. She's quiet, nice enough you guess, though you didn't speak to her as much as you did with Fawnkit.

"Hello" you mutter with a raised eyebrow, stretching and digging claws into the ground as you fight off a yawn. "Games? Um... No?" You would turn to your brothers for game ideas, when they didn't have any you knew you could rely on Sunkit having one. You, yourself however. No, you were a drought when it came to the fountain of ideas, the most exciting thing for you in terms of games today had been pulling apart dirt and soil in attempts to find hidden whiskers. "Do you... know any?" You assume that she must be bored, why else would she ask you? Though, you did have to admit that your interest was peaked by her question.

Hide and seek, you think you could be good at that. Shaking the dirt and grime off of your fur you stare at her, rising to your full height which honestly isn't much. "What's that?" You assumed that given by the name there was the art of hiding involved. As she explains it you have confidence that you would be good at this, often trying to find the nook and crannies of the camp to wedge yourself into so you can escape the noise of the day. "Sure, sounds fun." The idea of seeking seemed daunting, you furrow your eyebrows and feel a cool wash of anxiety find you at the idea of it.

"Hider" you pause then add "please" waiting until Dawnkit starts to count before stalking around corners to hide. Finding a gap between a fern bush and the rocks that form the natural walls of camp, scrambling into the ferny foliage you hold your breath the best you can. Which wasn't for very long, your wheezing could be a dead give away for any seeker with perceptive ears.

 

[FALSEKIT]

Wherever Faithkit found herself, her faithful shadow always arose behind her. Greyish-blue eyes had settled onto the cinnamon tortoiseshell point's tousled fur, before even the other observant she-kitten had seen the fey-faced cat. Narrowing into crescent-moons, his gaze followed Dawnkit as she approached his dear sister. What do you want with her? The volatile thought bubbled within his mind, as the beginnings of a spark to bristle at his fur nipped at the back of his head. A quiet breath of relief rustled through the kit's maw as she saw that her nurserymate just wished to indulge in child's play. Falsekit knew the classic kittens' game of hide-and-seek, where many hid and one sought, like prey animals grovelling into all the little divots and corners of the earth. And so, attracted by the prospects of a competition, the light-colored kit padded forth. They stopped besides Faithkit, lingering a little too closely to their sister. "I want to be a hider, too." The fawn tortoiseshell mewed to Dawnkit, as though their tone trudged through the fog, calculated but never truly dragging itself against the cold ground. A seeker sounds like fun, though. The thrill of finding his nurserymates, their eyes alight in shock and horror as he caught them off-guard - it thrilled him, strangely.

SUNSHINE IS FAR, CLOUDS LINGER ON

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EVERYTHING I POSSESSED, NOW THEY ARE GONE

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  NOTE: This is a very loose reference until I can draw a more accurate reference. <3​
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  FALSEKIT & 04 MOONS

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  —— Agender / Any Pronouns & Gendered Terms
  —— Kitten of Thunderclan / Adopted by Serpentberry / Biological sibling to Faithkit & Thornkit
  —— A shorthaired fawn tortoiseshell with medium-high white and greyish-blue eyes. Walks with a confident, almost unassuming posture. Talks with a calm and collected voice, and one much too mature for their age.
  —— Outwardly, Falsekit is an affable and polite cat with natural charisma. Within the controlled walls of their own making, they are a skeptical and nihilistic soul, often going about in life in accordance to their own morbid curiosity.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.