PAFP Camp GET ALONG ALL RIGHT [pafp]

[pricklepaw]

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 The afternoon sun still hangs high in the sky, only just beginning its descent toward the horizon. A stiff breeze cuts its way through the camp, rustling reeds and brushing against woven dens. The weather has been growing steadily colder, and two RiverClanners have been taking full advantage of the chill outside. Mashed together in one of the nests within the nursery, pelts of sunlit gold and snowcapped chocolate press against one another, snoozing comfortably in the calm den. But eventually one begins to stir, gradually returning to wakefulness. "Mmmornin'," they mumble, shifting in the nest so their head rests atop the other kit's back. Their jaws part in a deep yawn, and they give a short stretch of their forepaws, nearly tumbling right out of the nest as they do so. Their eyes slip shut for a few more moments before they decide that it's really time to get up.

They lift their head from golden fur again, instead glancing around the nursery before asking in a hushed voice, "D'you wanna go do somethin'?" They tilt their chin toward the nursery's entrance, to the wider camp beyond. Open space, an ideal host for the exploration of a couple curious kittens keen on picking through the shallows for pretty stones and other small objects. If only it wasn't so exposed… that's how Melodykit got hurt in the first place, after all. Pricklekit feels a little guilty for suggesting it, but they also think it would be nice to do fun things with their friend again.

nothing's set in stone ✼✼ the world will change

• ooc: @melodykit
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  PRICKLEKIT ˚𓆛˚｡ they/them, kit of riverclan
  ✼ stocky, fluffy chocolate and white kit with thick fur hiding their eyes. clingy and oblivious, a sleepy kit who prefers naptime over games.
  ✼ enhanced sense of smell ; gets nauseous easily
  ✼ sibling to branchkit, hollykit, saffronkit, skykit ; adopted by pikestar
  ✼ peaceful or healing powerplay is allowed ; they appreciate physical contact
  ✼ played by foxlore

 

[howlingkit]

[ post name change oops! ]

Howlingkit had been allowed to go back to the nursery. Jinglemoon still checks on her daily - if not hourly - but she's able to curl up with her family and friends again. She's heard that the best way to heal is to surround herself with love and hope. It doesn't seem like either of those will correct the direction of her jaw, but at least Pricklekit is warm at night.

She stirs alongside them, jamming her paws beneath their far thicker pelt. She can no longer comfortably tuck her nose beneath them, so this will have to do. Eventually however, the morning sun bears down on them, and Pricklekit is the first to properly open their eyes. Must be easy for them, with that mop of fur that shuts out most of the obnoxious brightness. She nearly shoves her face into chocolate fur to block it out for a few moments longer, only for the kitten to suggest they start the morning with an activity. They haven't yet said what - maybe in an effort to let her lead - but an activity nonetheless.

She falters. Her pause lengthens and it cannot be blamed on the early morning grogginess. Her chest tightens, but she goes out on a limb and puts her trust in the other, nodding slightly.

"Ca-n we..." Howlingkit is still relearning how to form her words, but presses on with a newfound bravery and determination, "Sh... shhh-ells. For Jin-gle...?" Better late than never with repaying their medicine cat, right?

 

[Jasperkit Jasperkit]

JASPERKIT ⭑✶⋆.˚ TITLE

meow

Jasperkit had a hard time dealing with personal space. It wasn't that he could help it, it was a weird feeling... As if he didn't quite fit in. But wherever he could fit his small body, he would try. And as he shuffled sleepy paws, he moved with sleepy half lidded eyes, before setting himself to gently drop his chin on the other kits stirring.

What had happened to Howlingkit was scary, and he wanted to try his best to cheer her up, but he hadn't exactly seen much of her. She was cooped up with Jinglemoon, and he was already warned not to sneak into the medicine cats abode... As much as he wanted to check on his denmate. She needed rest- or something like that.

"I wanna come," he said simply, curling himself to climb over one of their bodies and curl a black tail and white paws around them before stretching. "Can I help?" He asked instead, sleepy tone slowing his words as he nuzzled into their bodies.

✧ OOC:

n/a

 

[pricklepaw]

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Pricklekit doesn't mind being used as a personal woolen blanket, so long as they're given a place to rest their head and a nice comfy napping place. Both Howlingkit and Jasperkit stir when they do, with the former practically jabbing her paws into their ribs and the latter curled up like a snake around their back. Pricklekit feels a little bit bad, but would much rather do something than continue napping right now. They wait for their friend to reply, patience alight in their half-hidden expression even when the other takes a long few moments to gather the words. She's still pretty freshly hurt, so they could wait ages to hear her talk and that would still be okay. And when she finally does, she says she wants shells, which there are plenty of dotting the shores of the river and even washing farther into the camp. Pricklekit aims to bump their forehead gently against the girl's neck, then withdraws to respond.

"Shells? 'Course we can get shells…" A yawn punctuates the end of their sentence, white fangs baring themselves as the kit begins to stretch. They dip into a bow, toes curling into the nest when they fully extend their forelegs, and then finally stand up straight. Tangled fur conceals the tiredness that still clings to their eyes, though they lift a paw to rub the sleep from them before slowly climbing out of the nest. It's a bit of a struggle trying to fit their burly paws around the bodies of the other kits without accidentally stepping on a tail or bumping a nose, but they manage and eventually Pricklekit stands outside of the nest they'd been napping in. They smile, bright and cheery, at the other two kits, tail swishing in preparation to search for the fun trinkets they hope will help make Howlingkit happy. (And Jinglemoon and Jasperkit too, of course, but mostly Howlingkit.)

Jasperkit, their fellow naptime friend, speaks up to state his own interest in joining them, and Pricklekit is nodding eagerly before the other kit even asks if he can help. Pricklekit isn't the leader of their little group (is there even a leader, they wonder, or do each of them look to one another as the one making the choices?) but answers anyway, taking initiative to include another in their searching. "Yeah, y'can help. The more help, the more shells w'can get!" And if they get a bunch of shells, then they can keep some and give some to Jinglemoon. Plus, Jasperkit is fun to play with, so of course he's allowed to join in on the fun.

The chocolate and white kit turns and leads the way out of the nursery, waiting for the others to catch up before looking back at each of them. They both look a little ruffled from sleep—Pricklekit is sure their pelt is a bit of a rats' nest as well, but that's just how their fur always looks—but eager enough to be ready. "Where d'we start? Here might be a good spot, or over there," they gesture first to a patch of reed-dotted shoreline closest to the nursery, then to a more exposed section near the warriors' den. They aren't sure which one Howlingkit will prefer, but between them she's the expert on shells, so they'll let her lead the way if she wants.

OOC —

PRICKLEKIT

THEY/THEM, RIVERCLAN KIT
✼ stocky, fluffy chocolate and white kit with thick fur hiding their eyes. clingy and oblivious, a sleepy kit who prefers naptime over games.
✼ enhanced sense of smell ; gets nauseous easily
✼ sibling to branchkit, hollykit, saffronkit, skykit ; adopted by pikestar
✼ peaceful or healing powerplay is allowed ; they appreciate physical contact
✼ played by foxlore

 

[Smokewreath]

all you have is your

FIRE

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His kits were all apprentices, the first litter nearly warriors. It was strange realizing that, it felt like only yesterday he was scruffing one to hold up in the water as their kicked their paws to learn to swim, distracting them with hunts for shells along the sea shore so they focused on something other than their empty stomachs. Smokewreath lifted his head from his paws where he was lounging by the freshkill pile, waiting for the previous patrol to return to see who needed to go back out and if he was going to be assigned elsewhere, but he couldn't help but watch the little furballs ambling along.

The memory of flipping shells on coarse sand with the distant rumble of the ocean in his ear was something both nostalgic and also filled him with a deep dread, he can't help but remember their time in the shipyard through a filter of worry and fear for their survival. There were good memories, obviously, naming his kittens after the insects he found fascinating, moving them to the nest settled inside a tire in the two-leg shed that Hazecloud and Lichentuft had found, walks along the derelict pier with his sister where they spoke softly of Night and how she would have been such help in their struggles. RiverClan was safer, more secure, the kits ate first and the apprentices learned to survive; they had always had a sort of colony on the ship but here it was more obvious.
To think the little ones roaming now never knew the ocean, both a blessing and a curse.

Rising to stand the black and white tom stretched, yawning as he approached slowly with his head low; his large size intimidating so he made the effort to be smaller, "Try not to get too wet now, it's cold. I'll come watch so you can wander further in exchange for a really good shell for my nest." Pricklekit was an odd one, Riverborn in the way a pebble was, water scented and origin unclear and he didn't like the idea of Melodykit being too far after her ordeal so he'd oversee their play. It wasn't his duty, a caregiver surely would be here to watch but in a small way he missed the nursery and its quiet and maybe, a little bit, he missed tiny kits roaming around his limbs.

Ooc- ooc info here.

─ & the place you need to reach.

Smokewreath

— RiverClan Warrior
— He/Him
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— Solid black tom w/vitiligo and one orange eye.
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