PAFP IT WAS JUST A DREAM - sticks

[Rubblekit]

In her time within the clan, Rubblekit had already been through so much, seen so much, and though not all of it was good - she'd almost drowned after all - when the adrenaline had wore off and everything had settled she realized it had been interesting to see the amount of the territory that she had seen. It made her more excited to become an apprentice and be able to see the territory more, see it properly, when she wasn't tired and scared that she had almost died. The excitement caused energy, however, energy that she didn't quite know what to do with.

She'd come to some unorthodox decisions on how to handle it, finding small roots and sticks around camp, finding the leaves and other things that cats tend to throw out of their fur and nests at the end of the day when they were getting ready to sleep for they poked them too much, left a scent, stained their fur. She had been collecting them for a bit, moving them into their own small little piles, and now with enough of those small little sticks and roots she found herself placing them on top of some moss, poking them in before dragging it across camp towards her victim, the flashy golden-yellow pelt calling her over like a beacon.

Without asking, she found herself messing with his tail, hoping that he wouldn't notice - too busy talking with another, too busy eating, whatever it was he was doing that she hadn't quite paid attention to - before she began carefully placing her sticks within his fur, trying her best to weave them into his fluffy tail without too much being able to easily fall out as he walked. Paws moving quickly and as carefully as a kit could, that way he would have something to remember her by when he went out into the territory - surely it wouldn't be a nuisance, right?

Please don't post until @GOLDENROAR has made one!

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RUBBLEKIT she/her, WindClan 6 moons old.
innocence and obliviousness
mentored by none // mentoring none
NPC x NPC / sibling to ???
peaceful powerplay permitted
"speech" // "thoughts"
penned by tikki ↛ rabbitcake on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[GOLDENROAR]

It's cold out, and even with his fur, he's a bit cold. No one to share a nest with- something he laments over but briefly, considering it's his own damn fault- and little prey to keep meat on his bones. Goldenroar sighs quietly as he looks down at his measly meal between his paws, a frown on his face for but a moment before his head leads down to bite into it. Someone's settled next to him, yapping or waiting patiently for some help grooming burrs out, but he doesn't pay them much mind.

He pays Rubblekit far less mind. The kit has been glued to his side when she can be. Which, of course, he's learned to not mind. He hates to admit he actually enjoys having her around. A little bright spot in his life that's been full of pinpricks and aching reminders lately. Thank you, Roostertuft and Pikestar. He thinks bitterly, chewing on another piece of mouse. His eyes are half squinted when his meal-partner speaks. "Huh?" They gesture behind him, and Goldenroar's head turned. Perhaps he's a bit gullible, he thinks, but it's true this time around. Aqua eyes drop to look at Rubblekit's furious little paws. She's busy putting things back in the tail he just took meticulous care of.

"Ru- Rubblekit." He splutters out in surprise. He chews and finishes his bite, then clears his throat. "Just what are you up to? Huh?" Goldenroar says, lightly teasing. He doesn't tug his tail away yet. Hopefully none of the other kits get an ideas about that, though. He doesn't need grass and leaves stuck in there, too.

_______________________ I KEEP RUNNIN' BUT ☼ I'M STANDING STILL _______________________

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• GOLDENROAR he/him, windclan deputy, fourty four moons.
  ☆ a lh golden red marbled tabby with low white and glimmering aqua eyes. often seen with a smirk, confidence oozing from him in heaps, but always the ever-helpful guy.
  ☆ mentored by no one / mentoring dandelionpaw
  ☆ older brother to merrystalk and sunnyspring
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by laevatein ↛ laevatein_arx8 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  
  ☆ mini by tasmagoric, ref image by laevatein (yours truly!)

 

[Branchkit Branchkit]

BRANCHKIT
HE/HIM
5 MOONS
WINDCLAN KIT
SPEECH | THOUGHTS | APHOTIC | PHYSICAL

PENNED BY PLOT_TWISTS

Branchkit watched from a respectful distance as Rubblekit dragged her collection of items over to the Clan's deputy. The older kit was fascinating with her collectibles, and more than once he'd wondered if she would appreciate the old feather from Merrystalk... though he still felt it too precious to give up.

What really interested him was what she was doing with the items, weaving them into Goldenroar's luscious tail fur with a quiet determination. As her work was noticed, Branchkit realized why he was so fascinated. It was like that time during the storm, when Dustystar came into the nursery to let them pounce on her tail!

He inched closer, eyes like dark saucers as he began to zero in on his target. He crept closer, closer... but the daylight sun cast its light on the kit, ruining his chance of sneaking up before Goldenroar's meal partner cleared their throat and gave him a scolding look.

"Are you making it more fun for pouncing?" he asked Rubblekit. If he was caught already, he may as well be part of the conversation.

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OOC: @Rubblekit

 

[SANCTITY SANCTITY]

SANCTITY
SHE/THEY
40 MOONS
WARRIOR OF WINDCLAN

PENNED BY DEJAVU

Cardinal tastes like dust between her teeth, pressed in the meaningless grind of tooth to flesh. Sanctity takes her meals alone. Indeed, that's how she prefers to take them, but the silence of solitude grows oppressive. It is that much easier to hear the scathing voice of god ringing off the bone walls of her skull's cathedral. Sinner, oathbreaker, oathbreaker, oathbreaker, it howls, rising, until a spluttering meow intrudes.

Sanctity lifts her dripping muzzle from her meal, raising dark eyes to the goldenfur. He is sprawled on the trodden ground of camp, bushy tail bristling with sticks, like a wayward hedgehog. The architect of the tail is seated by her work, looking pleased. Sanctity blinks weightily, once, twice. She does not know how to treat the children around here, truly. They are so full of life and light, so unlike the silent child she had clawed back from the fall of the axe. They play games and shout and run and tuck sticks into warriors' tails. They act nothing at all like any child she has ever known.

Her own tail dragging behind her, Sanctity swipes the birdblood from her lips and strides over. Perhaps this is one of those strange Clan customs. She could learn something, she muses, stopping just short of treading on the dapplepelt kit lingering nearby. Her body shifts into the sunbeam that had revealed his scheming, throwing a vast shadow. Lifting a paw, as if the child were a venomous snake, Sanctity takes a generous half-step back.

" Pray tell, is this a… 'Clan thing'? " she inquires over the din in her head. It is so loud today. Oathbreaker, oathbreaker, it says, drifting off into a ghost's whisper, oathbreaker… " A combat tactic of some sort? Or… art thou scheming to lure in wayward hedgehogs? " she asks, entirely genuine. It would be a strange scheme indeed, but many things are strange here.

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