Open Camp SkyClan It's going places 'cause it comes from the heart || Mossball

[Ptarmigankit Ptarmigankit]

———————————— You're not meant to sing along, it isn't that kind of song. ✦

With over a moon past since she had stumbled on the clan, Ptarmigankit (as Swirlpaw and Denpaw simply insisted she was to be called here) had settled nicely into the clan's ongoings. Names cemented to memory, the heirarchy of warrior and sun guard and deputy and leader figured out a while ago. The kitten took to the clan structure like fish to water. The names confounded her, but it was a small change in the scheme of what she most struggled with: being a kitten.

It was a sorry sight to most, but to her she wasn't all so phased. She had never known a gentle or cushy life, and she was well aware one would not await her in time. Apprenticeship and warriorhood were inevitable if she was to stay in the clan (which was all but confirmed even if she had yet to utter it aloud, like it was some treasonous thing to renounce her old life).

But even so, Hawkstar and the rest of the clan refused to let her train, let alone leave the camp freely. As it turned out, it was a rule, kittens were to remain within camp in no uncertain terms. It was strange to her, so used to repaying her debt that not having free rein to wander felt almost suffocating.

That was why many cats of the clan sought to give her a kittenhood before she turned 6 moons, and one way she had taken to was a peculiar little game one of the apprentices showed her once. Ptarmigankit spent a while delicately balling some fresh moss up, a dense ball which she looked to with a smile. The act of creation was fun to her itself, clumping pawsful of moss to make a perfectly round ball. It was playing that she seemed often confounded with.

Her gaze met a nearby cat, while it seemed mossball could be a game played alone, she had found it far more fun to chase and bat the thing when someone else was dragged into the game. Not so sure how to ask, with a delicate paw and utterly lacking the strength for much of an impact, she batted it towards the nearby cat.

With a small smile, she looked up to the other cat, far smaller than anyone else in the clan, even with the few handful of other kittens in their midst. "Do you... Wanna play?" Her voice small and squeaky, still sounding far too tiny for a kitten their age, but compared to how they first came to the clan, the missing rattle and wheeze in every word made her sound far clearer for a change.

——— Now you're lying face down.

You blend into the background. ———

• Pester the ptarmigan yet again!!! shes trying so hard to get a good grade in kitten but also feel free to interrogate her (lovingly) i wanna write her more so bad!! also anyone can be the cat she batted the mossball at :3 free for all
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  Ptarmigankit
  ✦—Skyclan Kitten | 4 moons
  ✦—They/She/He
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A long-haired sealpoint kitten with tired amber eyes.
  #94e4ae

 

[brightnose! brightnose!]

♡

BRIGHTNOSE - SKYCLAN WARRIOR

Brightnose had been heading toward the clearing when the mossball rolls up to her, stopping right in front of her paws. She looks in the direction it came to see Ptarmigankit, and she's just barely able to make out the kitten's request to play.
Brightnose has never been that great with kits - not that she doesn't like them, or that she's hostile towards them, but rather she just feels awkward playing kit-games and giving badger rides as a full-grown warrior. Nonetheless, she feels she owes this to Ptarmigankit, knowing that her life before the Clan wasn't an easy one. It's the least Brightnose could do, to give her some sense of kithood and normalcy. To make her feel like she's a part of SkyClan just like everycat else.
"Sure!" she agrees, positioning herself across from the kit and taking the mossball under her paw. Aiming carefully, Brightnose punts it in Ptarmigankit's general direction, giving them ample chance to leap and catch it.

CHARACTER INFO

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  Brightnose | she/her | SkyClan warrior
  
  "A gray striped tabby cat with patches of white on her paws, tail, and face."
  
  age - 19 moons old
  
  main skills - hunting and tracking
  
  traits- quiet, curious, loyal
  
  "speaking" | thinking
  penned by jharmonia
  
  
  
• Brightnose is a mostly gray she-cat, with lighter fur on one side of her face and darker, swirly stripes along her pelt. She also sports white patches on her face, right ear, chest + belly, tail-tip, and paws. Her eyes are forest green, and her skin is a salmon pink. Her left ear has a couple tears in it, and her nose has a small scar, from an incident that occurred during her apprenticeship.
  Brightnose has always excelled more at hunting, thus this is where she feels most confident in aiding her Clan. When it comes to fighting, however, she can fall a bit short despite trying her hardest. Conflict worries her, and deep down she fears that she might not be able to protect her Clanmates properly if she needs to.
  Though she is sociable, she tends to keep to herself, valuing her alone time when not on patrol or other assigned duties. She enjoys spending her evenings in the corner of camp, catwatching (and sometimes daydreaming). Due to her curious nature, however, she does have a tendency to listen in on conversations that she's not a part of. This can occasionally lead to trouble, as some things aren't meant for her ears to hear...
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