Open Camp For someone I'm still learning to miss || intro!!!!

[Jasperkit Jasperkit]

JASPERKIT ⭑✶⋆.˚ its like you've been replaced

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Jasperkit wanted to play. There was an excitement boiling inside the kit that had her racing through the nursery and bounding through piles of moss that made up her and her siblings nest. When it was finally time to go outside- she at least did make for certain that the nests were tidy so she wouldn't get called back in early. And for her own sanity. She set her pile of shells she had found over the moons neatly to the side, and shoved her nose into Wavesongs chest.

Some days were hard. There was an ache in her belly that would make her feel hungry, even if she just ate... But she didn't wanna bug Jinglemoon. Or ask for more, because Jasperkit felt like that would be greedy, and she didn't wanna be greedy! Jasperkit pushed free of the nursery, and sometimes she forgot how big camp really was to her. Her zoomies could commence.... Or?

The pale kitten, freckled with red, and black painting her tail and chest would dive forward, finding a target. She had never climbed the leaders rock, and after watching Pikestar seem to jump up on it so easily, she wanted to see if she could too! The tortie would come to it's base, looking up as it seemed to loom over her. With a paw to her chin, she decided it wasn't that big. So she would pull back a few steps... Crouch low with her butt in the air, before leaping up. (She imagined herself as a large cat, one that was so big because she ate her fish- one that could swim against any tide- and run super fast!)

Her claws dug into the stump side, her legs aiming to grip into the bark. She could almost reach the top! She raised a paw- and her grip loosened. Her body fell dramatically as she flailed. She imagined in her head climbing a great cliff- oh how scared she was for a moment! But when she fell into the dirt, and shook her fur free- she was just fine. Giggles loudly erupted her.

"That was fun! I'm gonna do it again! Watch watch!" She said- flicking her tail as her bi-coloured gaze looked around to the rest of her clanmates.

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[Wavesong]

The ocean is in my soul,
And it's pulling me back to shore.
I'm letting go of the weight that's dragging me down.

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Wavesong kept a sharp yet fond eye on the kits tumbling about the clearing, a soft smile warming her features. Strawberrykit was nestled against her side, tiny leg twitching as she dreamed, her breath warm against Wavesong's flank. For a moment, despite the ache that never fully left her chest, Wavesong allowed herself to feel content. This life... This home, it was one she was building piece by piece, even with the empty spaces still echoing inside her. She missed Rosepaw fiercely, a constant sting beneath her ribs. She prayed to every star in the heavens that the young she-cat was safe, wherever her paws had taken her. Crescentmoon and Rushing had grown into strong warriors, and even Galerunner, her apprentice, her pride, now wore his warrior name with quiet dignity. Thunderpaw would join them soon enough, the poor lass had simply been forced to wait a bit longer than her peers. So many apprentices had risen this moon... It made her heart both swell and twist.

She wondered how it would be if Adder was aside her during this time. Would he have been proud of their children reaching warriorhood? And soon, her little guppies would take those same steps. Soon they would leave her nest behind, eager to chase the future. The thought brought both pride and a soft ache to her chest. " Careful, ye wee rascal! " she called out warmly as Jasperkit scrambled up the stump Pikestar used for clan announcements. Her voice echoed through camp, loud enough that Strawberrykit jolted awake with a squeak, rolling to her belly and blinking owlishly before bounding after her brother.

Just in time to see him fall.

" Hey! Hey... Try again! " Strawberrykit chirped, puffing out her tiny chest with purple eyes bright as amethysts. " We can get atop! I'm sure of it! "

Wavesong let out a low, musical purr, amusement softening her expression as she watched them scramble and strive. Never one to hover, she simply remained where she sat, an anchor, a presence, a warm place to return to. " Yer doin' wonderfully, both o' ye. " she murmured, pride shimmering in her blue eyes. Her voice carried love, encouragement, and something deeper, an understanding that kits must stumble before they learn to stand tall. Let them explore. Let them climb. Let them tumble. She would be there for the soft landings. Always.

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