Open Camp in the open sky [ low pressure thread! ]

[hazykit]

[ happy halloween!!! this is my attempt at a "last" thread to enjoy the double fk with! remember per site rules that you cannot spam or do one liner posts - but also enjoy casually joining the conversation and have fun!! ]

Hazykit slips out of the nursery, pale eyes fluttering towards the sky. It's difficult to discern the stars, even as the trees loose their leaves onto the ground, but tonight it's... easier. Strangely so. The stars seem to float not just beneath the treelimbs but... in camp, in slow blinking fashions. The mottled girl lets the surprise and confusion into her usually dull expression, ears perking as she steps further into the swath of stars.

One lands on her nose, and she notes with a quiet tone, "The stars have... wings?" How peculiar. Perhaps that's how they stay afloat in the night's blanket.

 

[Echokit. Echokit.]

SO WITH THIS BLADE TURNED TO SCYTHE, I RID A MIRACLE-
SLICE YOUR HEART, AND CALLUS YOUR LOVE

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Echokit

, He/Him / 4 moons /

Thunderclan - Kit

Long hair chocolate point cinnamon tortie with low white and vitiligo, has ice coloured eyes
Younger Sibling to SNOWCAP, GRACEPAW & BRIARPAW, Littermate to FRECKLEKIT & VICTORYKIT
A closed off and angry individual, not very talkative but generally snarky, jealous of those who are truly happy
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Echokit lazily meanders around the edge of the nursery, choosing to take a stroll after he had woken up a bit earlier from a nap than he would have preferred.

"Hm?"

He raises a brow towards the entrance as there seemed to be something of vague interest out there. It didn't sound like a big deal since there wasn't some sort of commotion like the last few times. Probably for the best, he could do without some drama for a good while.

Wandering outside, Echokit notices the lights, the bugs- in fact these lights were bugs! He had heard of these before, he didn't recall their names exactly, and he thought they were rather rare!

"Huh..."

Echokit's own usually sour and annoyed expression was replaced with quiet contentment and wonder for once.

"Cool."

He sniffed at these strange luminous things until he heard Hazykit's voice speak of the stars having wings.

"What? Nuh-uh, they might look like it but these aren't stars they're-"

chomp

Echokit had accidentally bitten on one that flitted past his muzzle. He uncomfortably spits it out and it plops onto the ground as he shudders at the taste.

"Bugs... They're bugs."

Not the most pleasant thing to eat, either.

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YOU PESTS WERE GIFTED FREE MINDS, BUT NO...
IT WAS NEVER ENOUGH

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[Fawnkit]

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Fawnkit follows soon after her sister, curious at what she has discovered. It sounds like Hazykit is fascinated by something and Fawnkit needs to see for herself!

Her eyes widen as she spots the lights dancing in front of the nursery - she doesn't care if they're just bugs, they intrigue her nonetheless, the flicking lights turning on and off grabbing all her attention. She doesn't even realise it and she's pouncing after them, attempting to catch them. Though, mainly, she's falling back on the ground empty-pawed. She doesn't mind since she's having fun anyway.

"Hazykit!" she laughs, looking at her sister. "There's so many! How many do you think we can catch?" Just as Fawnkit says this, one of the bugs lands on a blade of grass in front of her and Fawnkit pounces at it. It lights up beneath her paws and when she lets go, flies away once again towards the night sky.

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[hazykit]

The one on her nose floats away as she's joined by others. Her gaze remains almost-bright as she watches Fawnkit chase after the little stars, energetic despite the time of day. Hazykit partially smiles, though she loses it when Echokit begins to correct her... only to regain it when one of the bugs lands in his mouth mid-speech. She laughs, a bell-like noise, and says, "Oh... I bet you wish they were stars." At best it's playful teasing, at worst she is mocking the misfortune the kit keeps having. In any case, Fawnkit does well to redirect her attention.

"How many..." she tries to gauge how many even exist in camp right now. It's difficult, as they flutter and blink endlessly. For the few seconds she tries, Hazykit believes that she's must've counted the same bug thrice over, even. She looks back to her littermate, "First to ten gets a pigeon for breakfast...!" The young girl goads, knowing her sister's affinity towards the bird.