Open Prompt Camp How the gentle wind beckons through the leaves | Prompt 113 - Listen to the sound of nature

[Fawnkit]

Fawnkit

As Autumn Colors Fall

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Fawnkit woke up early, earlier than usual and earlier than most of the clan. She perked her ears, but heard none of her clanmates, save for the snoring of the cats around her. Climbing quietly out of her nest, she stretched and walked out - the sun hadn't risen yet, the world was dark, though hints of purple and pink already colored the cloudless sky.

The world around her was colder than it had been during the days, the grass littered with dew and the sky with fading stars. She sat down in the clearing, eyes closed, and listened. The wind carried the early song of a blackbird looking for a mate, the breath of leaves shivering on the breeze and insects, so many insects. A single drop of dew fell to the ground.

Fawnik had heard none of these sounds during the day, the world filled with voices and chirps of birds, movement and breaths. But not now, now it was peaceful and quiet.

With her eyes closed, hearing wasn't the only heightened sense - Fawnkit could feel the gentle wet breeze on her whiskers, on her fur, brushing her softly. She could smell a lot more too - the damp soil, the fallen leaves on the ground, the flowers. This was a whole new world - though she doubted she would get to experience it often, for it required waking up early, and usually Fawnkit enjoyed resting next to her mother's warm body, curled around her sisters, way past the first light.

A familiar sound drew her from her thoughts - pawsteps, slowly, but steadily approaching through the grass. She didn't open her eyes, instead she waited for the cat to approach her first, listening to the rhytm of their steps blending with the blackbird's sorrowful song. Until her clanmate reached her, she would keep the world dark, filled only with the sounds of the approaching morning.

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[Copperstorm]

You walk along the edge of danger
AND IT WILL CHANGE YOU

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Copperstorm had awoken earlier than intended, jolted from a nightmare that clung to him like a wet cloak. Silently, he slipped from the nest he shared with Dewshine, fur bristling slightly and golden eyes narrowed in thought. He hadn't expected anyone to be awake yet, he'd assumed he would be one of the first. But then he noticed the little kit, small and still, lying quietly in the soft light of dawn. Copper blinked once, hesitated, and then stepped closer, curiosity and caution warring in his chest. Her eyes were closed, her breathing steady. His nicked ear twitched, a frown tugging at his muzzle as he stared at her. Slowly, he lowered himself to the ground beside her, saying nothing. Not yet.

Perhaps it was to preserve the fragile quiet that the kit had somehow conjured.

He closed his eyes, letting the sounds of the camp reach him, the rustle of leaves, the faint whispers of wind, the soft padding of distant paws. Flint's patience came to mind, his calm, observant brother who had always urged him to wait, to think, to breathe before acting. Copperstorm's tail twitched in recollection. He had learned the lesson too late, and too many times the hard way, under the sharp eyes of their father. Tilting his head, he drew in a deep breath of the crisp morning air. Peace… Was it truly within reach, or just an illusion?

" Hmm... " he murmured softly, voice low and almost hesitant, careful not to break the delicate silence. " The world feels… different this early in the morning. "

For a moment, he let himself simply exist, watching the kit, listening to the gentle stirrings of the forest, letting the memory of Flint's calm and the distant echo of quiet mornings soothe the storm in his chest.

Speech, thoughts/emphasis

33 MOONS

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THUNDERCLAN

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[loonstar loonstar]

juniper

"and this time, she won't be forgiving"​​

peace was one thing to call it. it wasn't what the chocolate tabby found comfort in though, not the near silence of the forest with only the hum of birdsong, with nothing but the company of insects and ruffled leaves. when she unfolds herself from where she has tightly rooted herself to whatever younglings have taken refuge in her den, she hesitates at their side, admiring the rise and fall of their chests and praying not one of them falters. it is only afte several moments of this watchful staring that she feels secure enough to leave, tail held low by her feet as it flicks nervously above the dusty earth.

there is little more but the palest peek of the sun this early... but it is not a barren clearing that she finds at first glance. Fawnkit roosts, a tiny little hen basking in the quiet... and Copperstorm sits with her, a diligent sentinel of the young molly. there is a softened, weak part of her that feels relieved to see the young cared for by even her most dedicated councilors... but it does little to thaw the chill. she wanders to them slowly, hesitant and brittle.

"Trouble sleeping?" because what is one with no responsibilities, no patrols to attend to, doing awake at this odd hour? Owlbark is yet to stir and proclaim himself the archon of duty for the day.

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• loonstar
  leader of thunderclan
  six lives remain
  

 

[Fawnkit]

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The pawsteps stopped next to Fawnkit, but the cat didn't say a word. Instead, Fawnkit felt them sit down next to her quietly, not to disturb the silence. She recognised her clanmate's scent as Copperstorm, the older storm guard that helped her out sometimes.

The two sat in silence for a while, until Copperstorm spoke softly. Fawnkit only chirped quietly, her response an agreement without words - she did not feel like talking just yet, enjoying the quiet for once. It did not last long, however, as another set of paws joined them - Juni...- no, Loonstar. Fawnkit was yet to get used to the change, to all the -paws new warrior names and to their leader's change as well. But she was determined not to mess up out loud.

"No troubles." she replied. "Just woke up earlier and thought I'd sit here a while." There was nothing more to this, just simple coincidence and fact. She could always return back to her nest during the day for a nap, shall her eyes grow tired - she had nothing forcing her awake but herself.

She was yet to open her eyes and when she did, the first sunlight shone on the horizon. The sunkissed leaves turned golden in hue and dew glistened on a cobweb like starlight. Fawnkit purred softly to herself, glad to have witnessed this undisturbed quiet.

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[GINGERFLAME]

Peace was difficult to come by these days. With what transpired with Skyclan... Then Jun- Loonstar's announcement. The death of their medicine cat. To think he was irritated by Owlbark's actions. What Owlbark had done seemed so... Little now. Maybe I'm looking at it the wrong way. Whatever the case, he decided it was best not to focus on the events that led them here. If he were to linger on it, then he would only[ want to pad up to Owlbark and smack him or do something stupid like march to Skyclan's borders to stir up trouble. No one would be happy about it. He wanted to make friends, not become an enemy to all.

Red eyes lingered on the three cats a few tail lengths away. It wasn't surprising to see their leader chat with Copperstorm or Fawnkit. Despite her rank, she did try and speak to her clan outside of barking orders. He couldn't even begin to imagine what was going in through her mind. You're doing it again. With a frustrated huff, the cream tabby shakes his head and closes his eyes. He can hear the faint chirps of the birds among the trees. Rustling of a mouse or squirrel nearby. It soothed him more than he thought. Usually he would be making a nest or running off to find berries and other materials for nests. Everything else could wait.

Yes. It could wait. For now he would rest his head atop his paws as he laid down and listen to the rustling of the trees all day. At least, until he was dragged along to some patrol or when Brindlefeather wanted to chat with him. "I hope he doesn't come anytime soon," he mutters to himself. I want to rest a little more. Go on and chat with someone else a little longer and let me be.

COAL TO DIAMOND ✩₊˚.⋆☾ 𓃦 ☽⋆⁺₊✧ SOLD TO FOOLS

• GINGERFLAME

  — forager of thunderclan
  🗡 21 moons — he/him — ages realistically on the 14th — mentoring cardinalpaw
  🗡 speech is "#F2935C" — thoughts are italics — attacks are underlined
  🗡 short haired cream tabby with vibrant red eyes
  🗡 peaceful & healing powerplay permitted — underline & tag when attacking
  🗡 penned by velou — kasaven on discord — open to plots & dms

 

[Cinderstep Cinderstep]

Being free of apprentice duties was one thing, but now having proper adult duties was another. Yes, it was true the new warrior didn't have to do tedious things as clean out nests, or worry about elder's ticks, but now he had to make sure he was on patrols on time without relying on another to get him up. That was one thing he had been so worried about - oversleeping past his required patrol time. Yet, this morning, he found himself awake bright and early, eyelids refusing to stay closed. What time was it? Many others in the den were still fast asleep. This was unusual. Cinderstep frowns at his early awakening. Why couldn't he had just slept longer, until others were awake as well?

That was until he heard a slight shuffling and soft meows coming from the clearing. Maybe there were others awake! And he wouldn't be alone! This drove him to getting up, taking nimble steps towards the entrance of the den. The calico pokes his head outside and takes a deep breath of the cool morning air. It seemed like a good morning, he hoped. As he walks out of the den and into the clearing, he spots the few out in camp. Loonstar sits and talks with Fawnkit and Copperstorm, and it seems another is out and about too, glancing at Gingerflame curiously. The tom nods to each as he passes, not speaking a word as to disrupt conversations or the peace of the morning.

Finding his own space in a corner of camp, resting near the entrance, white-tipped ears perk up as they listen to the world outside of their home. Chirps and rustles of leaves - that was normal noises, he thought. A pecking noise echoes throughout the woods too, catching his attention. How far out was that? While the tom's hearing was good, it wasn't able to tell how far away the noise was coming from. Even then the pecking barely faded out to background noise. Cinderstep sighs. Whatever it was, it had better not come closer. His clanmates were still sleeping, they did not need a disruption. He'd prevent it.

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CINDERPAW he/him, thunderclan apprentice, 13 moons old.
a sh black-red tortie w low white and green eyes. he has a shorter build with a long tail and tufted ears, long lashes surrounding his eyes.
mentored by none // mentoring none
littermate to none
NPC x NPC / father/mother to none / mated to none
"speech" // "thoughts"
penned by doc ↛ m0dernd0c on discord, feel free to dm for plots.