Open Camp I DO LOVE YOU — intro & bird watching

[Wobblekit.'s iconWobblekit.]

I CAN'T STOP STARING AT THE CEILING FAN
& SPINNING OUT ABOUT THINGS THAT HAVEN'T HAPPENED​

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wobblekit & 02 moons & demi-girl & she/they & thunderclan kit

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─ ─ She sits upon the sidelines – quiet, unobtrusive, pelt pressed against warm stone. Its better to be unseen, unnoticed... forgetton. She prefers it that way. Blue eyes watch solemnly as cats move and bustle about, flitting drom face to face nervously, yet none pause. None seek her out. None ask what shes doing.

Content in her solitude, she hums softly, gaze turning heavenward — and there, a bright flash of color. Amidst sunbeams and blue sky, flecks of color dart about. Blue, red, black, brown, white. A flurry of feathers, a cacophony of song. Sometimes, she wishes she could be like them — flying high and free, away from worries, loud as can be. But its a silly thought, only in passing. Cats cant grow wings – and if they did, she's sure they'd look awfully silly.

─ actions & "

speech

" & 'thoughts / quotes'​

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I don't know why I am the way I am

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WOBBLEKIT

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★ a timid, anxious kitten full of fear and doubt. wobblekit struggles to come out of her shell, shying away from both her clanmates and the world around her.

─ extremely easy in battle
─ all opinions IC
─ penned by Kitty-Kat-

 

[thistlekit thistlekit]

They are drawn in by a soft hum, pitter pattering pawsteps announcing their approach unceremoniously. Thistlekit tries not to sneak about this time – not upon a kitten moons younger than themself. An unfair advantage to be had of that situation. Besides… the fluttering flock of birds is entrancing enough.

"I betcha I could catch a feather if it falls for you," Thistlekit volunteers with a crooked grin as they sidle up along Wobblekit, relishing in the warmth beneath their large paws and the myriad of color and sound above them. "There's so many of them up there. Where do you think they are going?" Bright blue eyes slide to the younger molly with genuine kindness and curiosity.

 

[HOUNDHOWL HOUNDHOWL]

Greenleaf has come full swing, this season cycle. Or maybe its still newleaf? He's lost track of time, in all honesty. Regardless, it's warm, and he can hear the bugs buzz around him, and he's noticed the birds have been in a much better mood. As he returns from a patrol, a mouse hanging from between his fangs, a notable, audible flapping of wings draws his attention from the freshkill pile to skyward, ears swiveling back as he watches them flutter away.

Thistlekit asks where Wobblekit thinks they're going, and Houndhowl's attention is dragged from the birds to the kits who nestle nearby. "One day, you'll learn to climb and you'll be able to see where they're going." Houndhowl's tail flicks behind him, awkward and out of his league with kittens. It reminds him of the arguments shared between him and her, the days they spent apart due to the rift that inevitably grew between them over the topic. He's never wanted some of his own, and he doesn't want any now, even as Thistlekit blinks towards Wobblekit. "... Sometimes, they'll sit in the ground when the camp is emptier than now. Wait for sunhigh," when most cats were out on patrol, when the camp seemed the emptiest, or at least it was in his opinion. "And you guys can see them up close."

YOU HAD A DREAM, YOU WANTED BETTER ♡ YOU WERE SICK OF ALL THE HOLES IN YOUR SWEATER

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  HOUNDHOWL ♡
  
  ( warrior of thunderclan, 65 moons )​
  ❥ long-furred chocolate ticked tabby with low white & orange eyes
  ❥ mentoring n/a
  ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed but may not be entirely welcomed
  ❥ penned by chuff
  
  "speech"

 

[sandpiperpaw's icon sandpiperpaw sandpiperpaw]

sandpiperpaw ── • * ✿

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she could have been a poet

An odd hobby for her to occupy herself with, but fitting nonetheless. Named after a bird,–one she was still yet to even see for herself, which increased her disdain for her name even further–yet seeming to lack any of the patience that came with such a calm activity, perhaps curiosity would spur as Sandpiperpaw slowly slid up beside the group, lips pursed shut as her eyes darted between the branches.
"Robin." She muttered beneath her breath. It was a habit she'd developed when she was still a kit, to name each bird she saw even if she was about to leap at it. "Finch, bluebird."

"That's what they're called." Sandpiperpaw added with a snarky shrug, covering up her genuine interest with the feeling of superiority. She didn't even care if no one heard her. (She did, and she hoped they were impressed by her knowledge.)
Her brows furrowed as Houndhowl spoke, and she realized that it wasn't just two fluff-brained kits nearby. She scoffed at the older warrior's words, looking from the kits, to the trees, then back to the kits. "They go wherever there's food, there's no point in climbing trees to see that." Better to crush their dreams now than let them fester.

or, she could have been a fool