Camp 𝑘𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘 ❦ [ 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜 ]

[Olivehop]

{$title} olivehop decides that the best way to calm down is by pinning another cat to the ground. i'd prefer it if it were a warrior if i'm being honest.

Olivehop is restless. Even with her clan's changeover to its fabled home, the young, lissom she-cat finds her mind to be more awhirl than a leaf caught in the wind. So much has changed in so little time—just about everything is unrecognizable from what she's known up 'til this season. New leader. New lands. New ways. New neighbours, to befriend and despise. It is a futile struggle for her to find her footing in the ordinary again, and that's precisely what she yearns for. They say fake it 'til you make it, that it's all about mindset and belief, yadda-yadda, et cetera, and so forth. Well, Olivehop's never really been one to fake it. She's as real as it gets.

Her emerald stare has wandered to-and-fro repeatedly, engulfing the hollow with an ominous intent. A clear tell is in the movements of her tail; a violent whip-like lashing, end to end, ghosting across the Leaf-bare-bitten earth. Muscles wind taut through her hindquarters, seeming ready to spring forth in an instant. All this antsy energy within her demands to be expelled in some way or other, and she's lacking in the ability to naturally purge it. It's always this way with her. Some have diagnosed her with a terminal case of the zoomies, but how else is one supposed to blow off steam?

Sighting a target on the far-end of camp, her limbs find speed before she can think twice. Her pelt's a shadowy blur until mere mouse-lengths away, from which she swoops like an eagle snatching at its prey. Unclawed paws grab, hug, and pin the clanmate to the soft loam beneath. "Gotcha good," she quips, jaws twisted into a cheerful grin. "Your face looks wonderful, by the way. Strong cheekbones."

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// whoever replies first can be her victim <3 she isn't very large; so you may powerplay flinging her off.

 

[batwing]

☆ Batwing was trying to enjoy the sun.

Spread out, front legs still healing after the spat with the hawk, eyes half closed and head tipped towards where he could find the sun within camp. It's leafbare still, stark and chilled, but he hoped to find some warmth in the dwelling moons before newleaf. That's when it would start to warm up again. He couldn't wait for that time. The smell of new buds in the air, the tiny chirps of life beginning anew again. Maybe there'd be a new pawful of litters this coming season or two, what, with how well their bellies are filled here in this territory.

No, there were no rats here, and while there could be other predators or cats in this forest, he isn't too concerned yet. Skyclan is a well operating machine. He hums to himself, thoughts turning towards his clanmates when- his eyes snap open, body going rigid and twisting in the other's grip to try and push them off before he was at risk of-... A breath left him, leaf-green eyes slowly relaxing as he recognized just who had gotten him. "Olivehop." He huffed, her grin wide in his face. Amusement does replace the terrifying surprise he had just gone through, and while the adrenaline would take a moment to shake off, he was good natured enough to slump back against the dirt.

"You definitely got me good, yeah. Had me fearin' for my life and- no, no. They're just cheekbones, nothin' special about them." He chuckles quietly, bandaged paw patting at her shoulder- "You've put some muscle on. Looks good on you." Batwing grins just like she has, ears perked. A tease more then anything else, but he was quite serious. Between all the walking they had done and the new food.. it was a good look on all of them. The look of new life.

IN YOUR WAKING MOMENTS ☆ I WILL BE THERE

• "speech"
  

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• BATWING AFAB he/him, WARRIOR of SKYCLAN, thirty moons.
  ☆ A tall, agile, blue and black pelted tom with bright green eyes. Extremely talented at climbing and cracking jokes when most needed.
  ☆ mentored by npc / mentoring no one (currently)
  ☆ npc x npc / no mate currently
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[Olivehop]

For a sprinkling of moments, Olivehop merely holds onto her larger clanmate, breathing laboured. Then, that too loses air; out from her lungs it deflates into a bellied laugh. He's a good sport about the surprise ambush and compensates her banter in kind. She has to admit, he's got her there. The comment on her physique leaves her mulling on the notion, and before long, the playful affection casts a rosy blush over her pointy maw. Chivalry, it would seem, was not dead and buried.

She extricates herself from Batwing's shoulders and rises, finding her seat just next to him in the dappled sunlight. "Aha, you're funny," she rebukes. "That's just fluff you're seeing." A glance cast down to her pelt, and the dearth of fluff there flattens her case in seconds. But she tries to defend it nonetheless. It's part of the back-and-forth that she enjoys, the very same which had her clanmate feigning indifference to her most excellent compliment. Cheekbones. She'd seen them, alright. Sharp enough to cut herself on.

After that, she returns to the laughter. A small bout of it, maybe. But she's heartened by the ease with which Batwing had reacted. Especially when she could have taken a stab at tackling Duskpool, Wolfstorm, or anyone else predisposed to the more uptight side of things. "I know I've been a li'l stir-crazy. So, thanks for not chewing my head off."

 

[SWALLOWPAW]

there's minimal sun in leafbare. when the clouds part enough to let rays dapple through, the whole clan seems to slow down. there's a newfound hope within skyclan. the girl stretches her limbs across the flattened ground, idly grooming the fur where it'd begun to stick upwards. her ears quirk at the rustle of movement, her attention turning to olivehop pin batwing into the ground.

swallowpaw winces sympathetically, but batwing doesn't cry out in pain, so he must be fine. olivehop's always been a twitchy she-cat who's enjoyed the mischievous side of life. a part of her is silently envious of the care-free attitude, always wondering just how she maintained it so… the way she does.

"impressive, um, move olivehop." she says, then immediately regrets it… were they flirting? did she interrupt two adults engaging in adult things? no… no… it's fine. totally.

ʚɞ

 

[Hawkstar]

HAWKSTAR, 59 moons / SKYCLAN LEADER
A long-legged short-furred seal point tortie with one electric-blue eye; heavily scarred
Mentoring ROSEPAW ; mother of STARLITPATH
Prone to corporate attitudes, harsh words, hazing practices ; generally morally dubious
Tagging person here

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Hawkstar can't help but give a little cackle at Batwing's misfortune (or ... was that quite the opposite?) Either way, it is something that Hawkstar - in all of her infinite stoicism - finds funny enough to dignify with a a chuckle from above. The branch she had settled on shakes under the weight of it, swaying and pitching as she peers over her own paws to take in the full exchange: "You look good as prey, Batwing! A nice, fat catch for Olivehop and whoever she chooses to share ya' with."

 

[Ponywhistle]

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indent'Ohmystars, it's so cute!' Ponywhistle can't help but squee quietly to herself, covering her muzzle with a paw to muffle the sound. This was totally flirting! Olivehop complimented his cheeks! And Batwing complimented her strength in return! That's definitely flirting... right? Ponywhistle hadn't really seen much actual romance in her twelve moons of life. It was just a plot device in kit stories, for the most part. A neat little ending for the story, before it's time to settle down for the night. She knows her parents must have loved eachother, and she's pretty sure Wolfstorm must have had a mate at some point, but that's the end of her experiences with love.

indentShe's awoken from her rumination by Hawkstar's comment. "No way!" Ponywhistle stands, shouting up to her leader in the tree.
"Batwing belongs all to Olivehop! She caught him, so he's hers!"

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Ponywhistle | 12 moons | Warrior of Skyclan ababababbnihfibnfdifdhfhababa

 

[batwing]

☆ The compliment lands- and rather well, he thinks to himself, smile on his maw tipping towards Olivehop even as attempts to brush it off. She moves before she answers, leaving Batwing rolling to his stomach with a soft huff, stretching his front legs out and sitting up. He's dusty now, but he can oversee that for the time being, emerald eyes shifting towards Olivehop's own. "Just fluff? If you say so." He hums, a tiny smirk replacing that of warm smile- but they weren't the only ones involved in this little poke and dance.

Batwing looks towards the clanmates that approached, ears perking. Now he's turning a hint pink at the attention, whether it was from apprentices or warriors to their leader, it was all the same. Feeling a bit warm beneath his fur, he clears his throat and answers Olivehop first- "No, it's okay, I get it. I think another day or two of this slower life, I would've been the one pouncing instead." A soft chuckle followed his words. Batwing nodded towards Swallowpaw, but the shaking of a branch above caused his head to tip sideways, one eye turning up towards Hawkstar.

He didn't even get a chance to respond before Ponywhistle is calling that he's Olivehop's, and the blinks that follow are borne of bewilderment. He flushes deeper now, glancing at Olivehop and clearing his throat and is- for once in his life, he's at a total loss for words. Brain, please turn back on, I need help here!

IN YOUR WAKING MOMENTS ☆ I WILL BE THERE

• "speech"
  

• 

• BATWING AFAB he/him, WARRIOR of SKYCLAN, thirty moons.
  ☆ A tall, agile, blue and black pelted tom with bright green eyes. Extremely talented at climbing and cracking jokes when most needed.
  ☆ mentored by npc / mentoring no one (currently)
  ☆ npc x npc / no mate currently
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[Olivehop]

Ah, an audience.

At this point in her brief stretch of seasons, Olivehop is well aware that her less-restrained energetic outbursts tend to gather one. For her, the leap between great ideas and making public spectacles of them is so small it ought to defy all logic and common sense. The why and the how largely elude her; and by the time she begins processing either, she's arrived already at the end result. What can she say, really? It's her special talent, and if Swallowpaw thinks she's 'impressive', then she's doing something right.

The molly turns to flash the younger feline a pleased expression. "Yeah?" she encourages, boasting. "Maybe I can teach it to you, someday! You just gotta be fast, y'know, and catch 'em while they're not expecting it." While she's caught up in giving sage advice, her tail goes about the business of thwapping Batwing in a companionable manner. Nothing more than a sitting duck, he was. Facing down foxes and hawks may not be a problem for him, but he's really gotta look out for his own ass.

It's when Hawkstar interjects and Ponywhistle starts serenading that she's made acutely aware of the impression her little kerfuffle's given off. But a chortle does rise within her. What imaginative minds they have, these cats. "Haha," she chuffs out, amused by all the fuss. "You got it all backwards. We may share a nest, and we might've discussed starting a family, but that's just normal clanmate stuff!" A swift maneuvre to uphold their dignity, even if her face has warmed a smidge.

"Right, Batwing?" The lissom she-cat projects a glance his way, only to find him completely and totally stunned. At his expense, her maw splits into a wide grin. She guesses the spotlight suits some, but not all. "Oh no," a teasing note lilts in her tone, "I think he might be broken. I must'a knocked his head in too hard."

Part of her pities that he's the center of attention now. It's not what she'd set out to accomplish, and as of now—per her estimation—the tom won't be the one pouncing anytime soon.