Open PAFP Camp Harpy Hare where have you buried all your children? | Thornkit

[Fawnkit]

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Fawnkit

Tell me, so I say

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There are some new kittens in the nursery and Fawnkit does not know what to think - are these rivals or are these new peers to play with? The three kits appear to be the same age as her and her sister, but they seem more reserved, less inclined to be included. Fawnkit does not trust these kittens - she and Dawn were here first and now they are occupying her space? She needs to investigate.

Fawnkit decides to approach one of the new kittens, a dark tortoiseshell tom - she thinks she remembers his name. "Thornkit?" she meows at him. "So what's your deal?" She sits down facing him, flicking her tail and watching for his reaction - anything to betray that this kitten is actually a spy from a rival clan.

Oh, Fawnkit could just picture it. A kitten born to be a spy, raised with the sole purpose of being given to ThunderClan, memorise everything about them and then give all their secrets to their birth clan! She can't wait to be the one to discover this secret plot and reveal it to her leader. Maybe she would get to skip being an apprentice and be immediately promoted to a warrior! Oh yes, Fawnkit was so smart and brave and she could see right through Thornkit's disguise.

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[Thornkit]

Since his arrival in the Clan - ThunderClan, as the Clan cats called it, and there were several other Clans with different names that Serpentberry had mentioned that Stinger couldn't imagine wasting his time memorizing - the rest of the Clan cats had been nothing but vaguely welcoming. They did, of course, seem to regard him and his siblings with some hesitance, as was to be expected of strangers in their home, but with what Stinger assumed was a combination of the kits' ages and Serpentberry's protection - and she did seem to hold some power here, being capable of healing - he and his siblings were left alone in Serpentberry's care. After all, she'd declared them her own when they had first arrived, without sparing a thought to their real mother, or to how they felt about the change.

Worst of all, Serpentberry had graced Stinger and his siblings with proper Clan names, ones that she seemed rather proud of having chosen - everyone now referred to Nettle as Faithkit, Needle as Falsekit, and Stinger himself had been called Thornkit. He supposed it wasn't far off from his real name, unlike his siblings', but that didn't decrease his distaste for it any - and how could it, when whenever this new name of his was uttered by the Clan cats, it was accompanied with reactions he couldn't place? It was as if the name that Serpentberry had decided for him held some hidden meaning beyond just denoting his age-rank that he didn't know about, and that frustrated him to no end. Ultimately, it wouldn't matter, but for the time being, while his sister was sick and in need of Serpentberry's care and he played along with the ThunderClanners, it would rankle him.

For as long as Stinger could remember, it had been him, his littermates, and their mother, and that had been it. That family unit of four was all he'd needed, and it was all he would continue to need. Being thrust into ThunderClan meant being surrounded by a multitude of other cats, all of whom had Stinger on edge, but at least the older cats left him alone for the most part. It was the kits around his age that couldn't get the hint to leave him alone, and though Stinger did his best to bare his teeth and warn off the kits that wandered too close, there were still plenty of times when one snuck through while his mind was elsewhere - and elsewhere typically meant worrying over Nettle's well-being when he was refused the chance to be glued to her side. As was the case when a tabby kit appeared at his side, calling him by that forsaken name - though, to her credit, it wasn't said with the same weight as the adults said it.

"My 'deal'? What's that supposed to mean?" Stinger hissed, assessing the she-kit that now sat before him. She seemed far too eager to be talking with him. "What's your deal, huh? Don't you Clan cats have to go out and do training, instead of bothering me?" Perhaps not the best comeback, but Stinger had never claimed to be good with words - if anything, that was Needle's specialty. He could talk circles around Stinger any day, as hard as that was to admit.

THORNKIT—he/him + 02 moons
ThunderClan kit
NPC ♡ NPC | adopted by Serpentberry
Brother to Falsekit, Faithkit
Mate to N/A | Father to N/A
Mentored by N/A | Mentoring N/A

penned by Archivist

 

[Fawnkit]

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What a strange cat, Fawnkit thought. It became clear to her very quickly that this was no spy - just a stupid kitten with no manners and an angry gaze.

"Of course we go out to train and hunt!" she puffed out her chest. "When we're old enough! Kittens become apprentices at 6 moons old, so unless you're exceptionally tiny, that would mean we are not old enough to go out yet."

Fawnkit wondered why the kitten made such a grumpy face when she called him by his name - maybe his birth clan had given him a different name and he missed being called by it? No, that couldn't be it, for Fawnkit had begun to think this kitten wasn't a spy after all - how could such a dumb kitten be a spy anyway? But maybe there was a little bit of truth in her conjectures.

Well, if she couldn't talk to him normally, maybe she could try to match his battle-ready attitude. "But we can still learn, even while at camp." She sat opposite of the tortoiseshell and thought for a moment, sheathing and unsheathing her claws. "Tell me - what is your favorite way to fight? I prefer grabbing my enemies and then kicking them with my hind feet repeatedly!"

Fawnkit hoped this would help her get to know her peer a little more - whether it was to uncover his secret evil plans, or to become friends, she didn't know. Either way, the first step remained the same and she was not gonna let Thornkit's attitude stop her.

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[Thornkit]

Fawnkit seemed rather proud of the fact that ThunderClanners did, indeed, go out to train and hunt - though to be so proud of what was a simple fact of life fell flat for Stinger, and he rolled his eyes openly - though the action was almost swallowed up by the blatant look of shock that crossed Stinger's face when she mentioned shortly after that they had to be six moons before they could begin said training. Actually, Fawnkit had said, to go out, but that would mean...

"They don't keep you shut up in this place though, right?" He asked, for clarification. For most of his stay so far, he'd kept to the medicine cat's den, where Nettle was in recovery. The ThunderClan camp itself was large enough, especially for a growing kit, but it was still just one, stationary place, enclosed by barriers. There was an outside, and Stinger intended to return to the open air once his sister had gotten better, as Serpentberry had promised she would. He and his siblings had grown up out in the wild - in dens, yes, and always watched over by their mother, but always with outside not far away. That freedom was a given, and it was something that Stinger was realizing now that he needed.

Still reeling from the mere idea that he'd be expected to stay inside the walls of the camp meant that Stinger missed the subtle movement of Fawnkit unsheathing and sheathing her claws, an action he might have otherwise taken as a threat.

He did hear her, though, and he bit out a short laugh. "What, like a rabbit? Those things get gobbled up by anything bigger than them." Stinger's words dripped with condescension, but he did offer a response to the question that Fawnkit had posed with a roll of his shoulders. "Put me in a fight and I'll run straight at my enemy and slash 'em up nice and good. I'll make sure they don't forget my face or my claws." He puffed out his chest, confident.

THORNKIT—he/him + 02 moons
ThunderClan kit
NPC ♡ NPC | adopted by Serpentberry
Brother to Falsekit, Faithkit
Mate to N/A | Father to N/A
Mentored by N/A | Mentoring N/A

penned by Archivist

 

[Fawnkit]

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Ugh, how rude! Fawnkit thought. She wasn't getting through to Thornkit, instead she just kept letting him insult her, and it had started to bother her.

Circling back to his previous question, which she had missed until now, when her senses finally reached her mind, she snapped a quick response at him. "No, you cannot leave camp until you're old enough to protect yourself from all the kinds of predators that are out there. Until you're six moons old, you are stuck here with the rest of us!" She didn't wait to see his reaction, instead she stood up and walked past him into the clearing to grab some food. She wasn't going to waste her energy on this cat anymore - if he wanted to be rude, he can do that by himself. I have better things to do..

Fawnkit grabbed a small shrew from the fresh-kill pile and brought it to an empty rock, where she lay down, grumbling to herself. She didn't, however, begin to eat it, like she usually would - Thornkit had made her so grumpy, she didn't even feel like eating just yet. Lashing her tail left and right, she poked at her shrew, upset with herself, with Thornkit, and with all of the world. As if the day couldn't get any worse, a dark cloud has formed in front of the sun and she couldn't even enjoy sunning herself. "Thornkit should be grateful he has his belly fully and doesn't need to cower in fear of predators!" she spoke out loud, slashing her claws in front of her. She didn't realize what she had done until it was too late - her shrew had been shredded. Mad at herself, she began to eat, trying to salvage what little of the shrew she could, before an older cat spotted what she had done.

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