PAFP Camp IF I HAD A BELL [curiosity]

[pricklekit]

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 Since first coming to RiverClan's camp, Pricklekit has found themself confused more often than not. Before... they can't quite remember everything that came before they were separated from the warm kitten pile they'd been tucked into with their littermates, and a lot of their first days in RiverClan have faded into the haziness of kitten memories, existing more as impressions of feeling and scent more than tangible memories. But before that, they know they'd been content, certainty keeping them calm and stable in their lack of awareness. Now, when they leave the nursery to poke their head around the camp, everything is bright and bold and new, and there are so many cats milling about that they can hardly keep track of them all. They're a sociable little thing, but even they can't handle the sheer vastness of the new world they've been introduced to. Sure, the camp isn't that big, but there are plenty of things to keep them entertained.

Notably, there are plenty of cats to keep them entertained. And plenty of little trinkets, too, but the other RiverClanners are the ones Pricklekit can ask about all the fun little things they find around camp. With vision partially obscured by the tangled mop of fur atop their head, Pricklekit is guided mainly by their nose—and sometimes, it leads them astray. Like today, when they pick up something that carries the steering stench of fish, but feels a bit too hard to be food. "It's a fish?" They ask the apprentice who happens to be standing nearest to them, their little head tipping to one side curiously as they direct their question to Galepaw. But before the other gets a chance to respond to their inquiry, the bramble-furred thing is scraping kitten-teeth against the stone and wincing when the surface doesn't give. As suspected, it is… not a fish. But it smells like one, so the kit gives a flick of their tail, narrowing their eyes at Galepaw, and then Salmonkit in turn. "It smells like fish. Why?"

nothing's set in stone ✼✼ the world will change

• ooc: pls wait for either @Galepaw or @Salmonkit to respond!
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  PRICKLEKIT ˚𓆛˚｡ they/them, kit of riverclan
  ✼ stocky, fluffy chocolate and white kit with thick fur hiding their eyes. clingy and oblivious, a sleepy kit who prefers naptime over games.
  ✼ enhanced sense of smell ; gets nauseous easily
  ✼ sibling to branchkit, hollykit, saffronkit, skykit ; adopted by pikestar
  ✼ peaceful or healing powerplay is allowed ; they appreciate physical contact
  ✼ played by foxlore

 

[Galepaw Galepaw]

—————————————————— Rocked by an endless motion ✦

That brown little thing that Pikestar had claimed was... intriguing, Gale could say that for sure. At times, he could almost swear they still smelled of that strange night, of many cats that had grown far too close and then left such poor things to die. He had observed them, silently as he always was, and watched from afar as they began to grow underneath their leader. Of course, it would never tell Pricklekit what fate had befallen their brothers and sisters—it knew better than to involve themself in such matters, and break what little trust the clan had in him. So Galepaw watched and waited, watched as the tangled mass of fur toddled their way out of the nursery. Toddled their way... to some derelict stone, one stained by the juice of some fish.

It was curious how Pricklekit regarded the stone—he would almost presume the thing was blind if they had not looked up at him, directing their questions towards his general direction. He raised his brow in curiosity, watching them attempt to bite the stone they had sniffed out. "Mmm... Your nose fools you, Pricklekit." He murmured absentmindedly, reaching out with a gentle white paw to pick up the lightly-gnawed stone and taking a whiff for himself... and as he suspected, it hardly smelled of fish anymore—but there certainly was a scent there. It regarded the little brown cat with curiosity before passing the stone off to the other kitten that milled about his paws, one he was far more familiar with tagging along. It had certainly seemed to smell something, had sought out that stone in particular... or perhaps the stone smelled stronger than he realized. "Senses are fickle things, and it would serve you well to remember that... something you smell, or see, or hear... well, it may not be the truth in the end." Galepaw glanced over to Salmonkit, studying his expression—if he couldn't smell the strong scent of fish that must clearly be there, then surely the kit could.

The tall lynxpoint cleared his throat once more, gesturing at the stone. "...But in this case, it's just some remnants of a fish long gone. Nothing more than that."

—————Whether truth or just a story

It's not up to you—————

• @Salmonkit pspsps get in here u got handed a stone small child
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  Galepaw
  ✦—Riverclan Apprentice | 10 Moons
  ✦—He/They/It
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A fluffy high white lynx point with curled ears and deep blue eyes
  #87878E #BAB2AC