Private Camp TC I Know It's Got Nothing To Do With Us - Faithkit

[MOONKIT MOONKIT]

MOONKIT
SHE/HER
4 MOONS
THUNDERCLAN KIT

PENNED BY EMPYREAN

Moonkit watches her brother from the shadow of the nursery. Her mother and the other caregivers had gotten tired of her loafing around the den, and had all but shooed her out. Their paws are full watching the younger kits, the ones who still huddle to their mothers' sides for warmth from sunrise to sunset. She is four moons old now, and in just two more moons she will be an apprentice. It is silly that she still hides in the nursery all day, and she knows it.

Sunkit follows the schedule of his namesake. She would not have known it just from looking at him, he is still running about as though he has just been let out of the den. Moonkit feels exhausted just watching him. A smile ghosts across her face as she sees him run up to one of the warriors, imagining the barrage of questions he's asking. There is no question in her mind that he will be a wonderful warrior one day. He is just so filled with life and energy that her day fells a little brighter just by standing near him. If he put all of that into his training, there is no way he could fail.

There is still so much time before sunset and the shadows were cool and comfortable. She could wait a little longer before joining her brother.

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[Faithkit]

FAITHKIT

A BOUQUET OF BRAMBLES

SHE/HERx THUNDERCLAN KITx 04 MOONS​

☆ A sickly fawn cream tortoiseshell with low white
☆ Adopted child of Serpentberry, littermates with Falsekit and Thornkit
☆ penned by Juice↛ Ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.​

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There aren't many cats that you would consider stranger than yourself and your littermates. You've been learning rather quickly that everyone has their... quirks. You wouldn't call them strange, the cat slinking into the shadow of the day to watch her littermate run free though, she's strange to you. Be her habit of staring, the usual silence beside a more chatty littermate. You couldn't judge her too harshly for this, in fact you find kinship with her in your own strange ways. Your littermates weren't exactly sociable but you stick to their sides and are somehow quieter in comparison. Lingering by the shadow of the nursery you stare at the show that Sunkit puts on momentarily, capturing your attention first. Only, as always, instinctively looking for fae's sister as well. Slinking out from the guarded walls you squint to make sure none of your brothers would feel inclined to protect you today, it's always appreciative but right now you deemed that it would get in the way of your desire to figure out just what Moonkit was all about.

You inch to her side, keeping a wide distance between the pair of you. Your gaze trained on the spikey tufts of fur that frame her, the way she curls in on herself. Yeah, you weren't mistaken, this was definitely Moonkit. "What are you doing?" Your voice is thick, weighed down by a day of not speaking. Clearing your throat you press a paw to it, grimacing you feel your whiskers quiver in disgust. Holding yourself in silence once more as your ears flush in embarrassment. "Do you... sit in the shade a lot?" It sounded nice, as much as you enjoyed the warm patches of grass you found a further enjoyment when they were still warm once the sun began to set.

You think to ask why she isn't out playing right now. Then you realised that you sound like every adult ever, while the idea of being a grown up was impressive you deemed this too much. It was too nosy for your liking, you had to be methodical in knowing what to ask. Serpentberry always seemed to know what to say in the limited time you knew her, Rowanpaw also always seems to know what to ask too. Maybe you could ask her for help if Moonkit didn't like your questions, gnawing your fangs together delicately you bring a paw to smooth your wriggling tail. That would be embarrassing, you had to have her open up on your own. "I like the shade... It was always cool in the medicine cat den" you'd like to think that made you grow used to the cooler weather more, even when it was warmer.

 

[MOONKIT MOONKIT]

MOONKIT
SHE/HER
4 MOONS
THUNDERCLAN KIT

PENNED BY EMPYREAN

A voice cuts through the silence she was enjoying and she blinks. Shifting her weight, she tilts her head to glance over and see what's happening. The motion turns into her head whipping around toward Faithkit in a wide-eyed, startled stare as she realizes that she is talking to her. It is only now that it occurs to her that anyone would notice her lurking in the shadows. Her eyes dart over to Sunkit for a split second before snapping back to Faithkit. She half expects her brother to swoop in and take over the conversation.

She can't decide if she wants that or not.

Slowly, her eyes narrow again. When Sunkit is at her side he does most of the speaking for her, and when adults speak to her she is expected to simply listen. It is rare for her to interact with the other kits on her own. There is nothing to hide how long it takes her to figure out what she wants to say. It's embarrassing how long it takes her to string her words together into something that makes sense. It took her much longer than her brother to start speaking, and for a while her mother worried something was wrong with her. The silence sits for a few seconds too long, then she speaks. "I do... I like the shade. The camp is... bright..." It takes her a moment to find the right word. "...and loud."

Moonkit looks down to watch her claws pick at the dirt as she considers what Faithkit said about the medicine den. It makes her like the idea of being a medicine cat. She could be holed up in a shady den away from the rest of the clan, but still be liked and respected for her expertise. It would be nice to be useful to the clan without having to talk to them much. Except Sunkit is set on having her as his deputy, so she does not say as much. Instead, all she says is, "That sounds... nice." A frown flickers across her face. "...very nice." She adds to prove that she means it.

It is only then that she remembers what that Faithkit had approached her by asking what she was doing. Sunkit would never make this mistake, she thinks, he is so good at talking. Probably because he has gotten so much practice by speaking all the time. For a moment she considers not answering the question at all to avoid doing things out of order, but quickly abandons the idea. "What I'm doing is... I'm..." Her brow furrows in thought. "I am..." The sounds of the camp fill the silence. Her brother laughs in the distance, warriors paws trample the dirt as they return, and with a snip she pulls a blade of grass out of the ground. "I don't know... nothing..." Moonkit, exhausted, gives up all pretense of being good at conversation.

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[Faithkit]

FAITHKIT

A BOUQUET OF BRAMBLES

SHE/HERx THUNDERCLAN KITx 04 MOONS​

☆ A sickly fawn cream tortoiseshell with low white
☆ Adopted child of Serpentberry, littermates with Falsekit and Thornkit
☆ penned by Juice↛ Ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.​

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Moonkit is the least talkative kit you have spoken to in Thunderclan, this fact fascinates you. Alluring in it's own right if not also equally disconcerting. For a moment you would think that you were unheard, that wasn't totally out of the question given the fact you found it difficult to talk yourself. Every word was a struggle but you have always envied the sociable, eager to at least pretend for a moment that this could be you too. A return to form you think, Nettle had been talktative hadn't she? Before falling ill and before you had been brought the forefront of the world. Though you will never be her again you think you could potentially adopt her more positive traits. Of course, moments like this make you scurry far, far away from the concept.

She eventually does speak though, that is a delight for you to find out. Though it doesn't show on your face, forever impassive and left in that tired, borderline sickly dazed state. "It is" you agree with ease, the words evaporating as it escapes the confines of the shade you both seek refuge under. "Too loud, how can you stand it?" There's hope you would grow into it naturally, though you would never pass up the opportunity to have someone else shoulder the burden of teaching so you wouldn't have to learn solely through experience. You suppose she would have to learn quickly though since her brother can be amongst the loudest, you like fae a lot, out of all the ones you dub the loudest he would probably be your favourite.

"I like to stay awake.. when the others are asleep. I think more then." It doesn't do wonders for your sleep but you label that as part of the adjusting process. Even if your nest smells like herbs it doesn't feel like home, much like how the clan didn't immediately after spending Nettle's brief life out there in the forest. Serpentberry saved you then, you're left to wonder who will save you now? "You might like it too" you couldn't ask her to outright join you in this venture. No that would be uncouth, not to mention you don't entirely trust her just yet. That was the point of this conversation though, in part at least.

Nothing is what she's doing, your eyes are drawn to the blade of grass she cuts down seemingly without a second thought. "Nothing is nice" you settle on eventually saying after a long silence follows the exhausted girls words. Your eyes fixate on the grass she pulled out, words are cut down similarly and you are left swallowing to parch your dry throat. "Could I... do nothing too?" You seek permission where it's not needed, always needing to rely on another why would this be any different?

 

[MOONKIT MOONKIT]

MOONKIT
SHE/HER
4 MOONS
THUNDERCLAN KIT

PENNED BY EMPYREAN

It is a surprise when Faithkit does not leave, and more of a surprise that she feels relieved by that. She knows that everyone thinks she does not want to make friends, and she thought they were right. It is nice to have company, she decides, when that company is not as exhausting as the other kits can be. Moonkit is glad that Faithkit still wants to ask her questions, even if she isn't good at answering them.

How did she stand the noise? She didn't, for the most part. The caregivers of Thunderclan could attest to that. In the middle of the day, when all the kits old enough to leave the nursery are out playing, it is much calmer than the rest of the bright and noisy camp. That is exactly how she likes it. And yet...

Her ear flicks. Even without looking she can tell her brother is still chatting away to that poor warrior. Sunkit is drawn to commotion like a moth to flame, at least when he isn't causing it himself. She is often following in his shadow, and that means stepping right into the racket. How does she do that without slinking off to hide in the nursery after a few minutes? It takes her a moment to think about it. "You just... focus on something else...?" Her whisker flicks, that sounds so silly. Her claws shred the blade of grass as she figures out how to explain it better. "...if you can... find something to do... everything else just fades into the background sometimes?" The sheds of grass in her paws are too small to cut anymore, so she scatters them into the dirt with a swipe. "The noise doesn't feel as loud and... it doesn't feel like anyone is looking at you anymore..."

Without hesitation, she nods when Faithkit mentions staying up after the others are asleep. "Yeah... I used to do that..." It had been nice, to have all that peace and quiet to herself. Her mother got onto her though, and told her that she should wake up and go to sleep at the same time as the other kits. Now the best she could get were the few evening hours after most other cats retired to their nests.

Moonkit looks up at Faithkit, tilting her head. She blinks once, twice. Then her nose scrunches and her mouth twists until her head tilts back and a sharp laugh bursts out of her. It is the loudest sound anyone has heard her make, and a trail of soft giggles follow after it. Through her laughter, she glanced back at Faithkit. "I... guess so...?" It is strange to say that doing nothing is nice, and it is even stranger to ask if they could do nothing together. And yet, Moonkit agrees that doing nothing IS nice, and she would love to do nothing with Faithkit. "I like you." She says abruptly, wanting to reassure Faithkit that she did not mean anything bad by laughing. The words come out blunter than she meant them though, and she is already considering taking them back.

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