PAFP Camp how about a LITTLE BITE ───〃kitten mischief

[Leafkit]

im surrounded by the souls of those i've lost

Leafkit was already proving himself to be quite the pawful for ThunderClan, his curiosity endless and his desire to be involved ending with him being underfoot and constantly at odds with the newly established clan still trying to find their footing. His inability to know how to read a room left him cheerfully pushing his nose into every cats business and not realizing when his presence was unwanted and he had developed quite the fascination for, of all cats, Ghoststrike. Quiet, stoic, the picture of the cool and confident warrior he wanted to one day be, Leafkit found his green gaze following the white-masked tom often and he toddled along at his heels whenever the other passed through the camp on his duties though he was never humored with much interest. The tabby was not cruel to him, but he didnt' seem to want to be friends as much as Leafkit wanted. The obvious answer was he wasn't big on kits, the answer the chocolate tortie chose to believe was he had just not PROVEN himself worthy of Ghoststrike's attention yet. It was clear the aloof tom's attention could be earned somehow, he and Thunderflash were around eachother so much they must be the best of friends so it wasn't an impossible feat! The tom kit just needed to learn how to also get that attention. His limited knowledge of Ghoststrike's hobbies boiled down to: fighting. He'd heard stories, he knew that Ghoststrike and Thunderflash arrived to camp battered and late when ThunderClan first settled, his mother had tended their many wounds and them being alive was evidence enough of bother their skills. So that settled it in his little mind, he needed to prove he was capable and cool and could fight.

Leafkit spots the tom lounging at the edge of camp under a shaded overhang, resting from a patrol or hunt and perched at a distance to be left alone assuredly, not that this dissuaded him at all.
There is no fear or hesitation as he tip taps his way over and clambers onto Ghoststrike's back, struggling to get his paws over the tom's broader form to drag himself; the use of kitten claws was inevitable as the tiny pinpricks stuck along the tabby's spine to help hoist his small rounded puffball of a body upward. Once he had managed the climb Leafkit stumbled along, walking the tom's back like it were a tightrope to his head to drape himself across in order to reach one torn ear, his tiny teeth sinking into it with ferocity to pull and tug; emitting shrill growls that sounded more akin to the buzzing of a particularly annoying mosquito than the ferocious roars the kitten thought he was making.

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i'm the only one whose line i haven't crossed

• Ooc - PAFP for @GHOSTSTRIKE & @Rattlekit !
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  Leafkit

  
  — kitten of thunderclan
  — He/Him
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  — Chocolate tortoiseshell with olive green eyes.
  #ba7a5d
  

 

[GHOSTSTRIKE]

WE SLEEP SAFELY AT NIGHT BECAUSE ROUGH MEN STAND READY TO VISIT VIOLENCE ON THOSE WHO WOULD HARM US

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Dark, unnervingly calm eyes stared out at Thunderclans camp, watching nothing in particular, but taking in what mattered. His interest wasn't so much in what the other cats were doing as it was in making sure all was good and steady within the group's supposed 'safe space'. So far it was chalking up to be what Ghoststrike would consider a 'normal day' for the cats of the ravine, with nice enough weather that even the youngest were out causing mischief where they could.

Speaking of.

His gaze shifted at movement heading his way, and with the same expressionless mask he'd regarded the camp with moments prior set its attention on a kit toddling toward him. One of Serpents if he was keeping track right, though the dark-furred tabby couldn't fathom what they'd be coming over to him for. Most caught sight of the gnarled scars across his face and were quick to fall back to their caretakers, giving him a wide berth or openly staring from afar.

He'd never had one walk right up to him before.

He expected them to stop, or to stare, or to speak, but they didn't. Just marched right up to him and began scrambling up his back like he'd been personally invited to scale the tabby like a mountain. And quite frankly, Ghost wasn't sure what to do. It felt odd and uncomfortable, not just the small, sharp claws scrabbling against him, but the weight of another body against his own in general.

He itched to jump to his feet and shake them off, but among the limited knowledge he had of young kits was that they were fragile, easily lost to the world if you were careless with them. And a part of him feared being the cause of something like that within Thunderclan. He was so much bigger than the scrap clambering over him that it suddenly felt all too easy to accidentally mistep or use too much strength.

So he lay there, resigned to his fait, letting someone elses brat stomp all over him.

Dark eyes finally abandoned the kitten to instead sweep the camp once more, only this time there was a clear purpose in them– find Serpent. Though, knowing her, she might just be keen to let him suffer rather than call off her brood.

It was right around the time the kit found themselves draped atop his head as if he were some kind of hat, that Ghost finally let out an annoyed huff, once again repressing the urge just to shake them off. "What are you do-"

Cats could say what they wanted about kitten teeth being small, but they were also sharp. If his ear hadn't been several weeks into the healing process, now a fresh scar to be added to the multitude of others, his patience might not have held as steady. As it was, he grit his teeth and bore the 'attack' that was being unleashed upon him, glancing around for Serpent, or Thunder, or any cat who might take pity enough on him to remove the tick gnawing on his ear.

"Fucking hell-- are you part cannibal? Where's your mum?" he growled, sounding less than enthused by the entire situation. It didn't help that he was completely lost when it came to kids, either, having no idea what this one wanted from him or what he was supposed to do about it.
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future thunderclanner - male - a large, grey tabby with dark amber eyes and several scars​

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