PAFP Camp LIKE A RADIO [camp tour]

[SLITHERPAW SLITHERPAW]

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The new kit in camp is greeted by so many clanmates that Slitherkit doesn't get the chance to even say hi to them until the crowd has cleared out. They wait patiently though, so patiently that they only complain to the caretakers two times before they finally get their chance to bound over to the brown-patched kit and greet him with their own name. They introduce themself before talking Mulberry into letting them take him on a tour of the camp. ThunderClan doesn't have a huge camp, since most of it is tucked inside their big hole in the ground, but it's still very important that the other kit knows where everything is at!

A few minutes later finds them leading Mulberry through the camp, their black-and-white tail waving eagerly like a flag in the wind. As they reach each landmark, they gesture with a pale paw and turn back to speak to their brand-new friend. "'Kay, ssso… this is camp! There's the leader's den—where Loonstar sssleeps—and also the warriors' den, we can't go into either of them 'less we ask." Or at least, Slitherkit can't. They've been banished from many a warrior's nest and told to bother the elders or the caregivers instead. Maybe it's best they stray away from those dens, even if Mulberry is allowed in them after all. "But thissss is the nursery, that's where you'll stay. With me, and Sssunkit and Moonkit and Faithkit and Victorykit, and everybody else! I can help you make a nessst, if you want?" They're very good at building nests, they think. "Wanna hear about anything elssse?"

OOC @MULBERRY

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SLITHERKIT

HE/THEY, THUNDERCLAN KIT
❀ fluffy black smoke with white spotting and mismatched eyes
❀ bold and playful ; adventurous and curious
❀ speaks with a slight hiss on "S" sounds
❀ npc x npc ; no known kin
❀ peaceful powerplay allowed ; enjoys physical contact
❀ played by foxlore

 

[Anemonekit's icon Anemonekit Anemonekit]

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He had eaten and rested since he'd been brought to ThunderClan's camp, his excessive hunger finally satiated. Still, while he was no longer as tired, he was still restless. Their father hadn't come for them here. . . so was he out there? Alone? What if he didn't come here and just left? Or maybe something else found him. . . It was weird, not knowing what happened; his father had never been so far for such a long time.

After the bigger crowd dissipates, a monochromatic kitten approaches him next. Slitherkit, as he'd been told. Such an odd name. Mulberry hadn't heard of anything like it before, but so far all cats in this group had uncommon names. They're told they can't go where the leader and warriors sleep. . . whatever that means. Then his guide takes him toward another opening, called nursery, where he will be staying alongside others — wait. "But what if my da comes back?" He waves a snow-tipped paw whilst shaking his head. "I'm not gonna stay forever 'cuz my dad is gonna come find me an' then we'll go somewhere else." Mulberry explains, feeling fidgety at the prospect of being without his parent. "So y'don't have to make a nest for me!" It'd only be discarded in a few days time, so there's no need. Slitherkit finalizes by wondering if they've any other questions. Ummmm umm um. . . why're everyone's names weird?

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MULBERRY

ROGUE KITTEN
he / they, demi-boy
04 moons old, ages on the 20th.
npc x npc
SPEECH // THOUGHTS // INTERACTION

penned by nocthymia

 

[MOONKIT MOONKIT]

MOONKIT
SHE/HER
4 MOONS
THUNDERCLAN KIT

PENNED BY EMPYREAN

"My name isn't weird." Moonkit cuts into the conversation to announce. The declaration is quick and sharp, leaving no room for uncertainty. She had begun silently shadowing the conversation when she noticed the unfamiliar face, and she is standing right behind Mulberry when he decides to be rude. Instantly she decides that she does not like them. "...and neither is Sunkit's ...what is your name?" Her words slow as she considers the new arrival. She narrows her eyes and takes a step closer to them. Whatever it is it is probably way weirder than hers or her bother's. Someone like him had to be named something like Dirtkit or Rockkit.

She frowned as she realizes that if Slitherkit was building him a nest, he might be staying. The nursery was crowded enough as it is, as far as she was concerned. They didn't have room for stupid, rude kits who don't even smell like the rest of the camp. The one thing she agrees with this strange kit on is that he is not staying. With a glance over at Slitherkit, Moonkit asks, "...how soon ....is his dad going to come and get him...?"

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OOC:

 

[Faithkit]

FAITHKIT

A BOUQUET OF BRAMBLES

SHE/HERx THUNDERCLAN KITx 04 MOONS​

☆ A sickly fawn cream tortoiseshell with low white
☆ Adopted child of Serpentberry, littermates with Falsekit and Thornkit
☆ penned by Juice↛ Ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.​

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Ever the shadow of a shadow you find yourself lingering behind Moonkit. She seems bold today, cutting into a conversation to assert that herself and her siblings names aren't weird. You can't find yourself to be upset though, he reminds you of your brother. No where near as quick to lash his tongue in scathing remark but stubborn enough that they weren't staying. Thornkit hadn't thought that Serpentberry was staying their caretakers forever, in some ways you guess he was right. Comraidery fills you, sympathy too you guess though you might think it pity. How strange, you barely feel this for many much less a stranger like this one. Maybe it helped that his nest was being freshly built, you were lucky to spend so much time in the medicine cat den. So lucky that Rowanfeather had let you drag your nest here, otherwise you would have had to relate on that front too.

"Clan cats give you new names. I wasn't always Faithkit" you explain with a rasp, clearing your throat from stubborn phlegm that just never seemed to disappear. "I was Nettle, once, and I used to live... out there" the forest is what you should say, yet the words difficult to form for some reason. "Now I'm Faithkit... My mum died" you're not sure why you felt the need to say that either. Shrugging your shoulders you glance at Moonkit, wondering if her fur always looked this spiky or if she was particularly upset in this current moment.

"I'm sure.... your da can smell you" you think that's something that cats can do anyways. Your own nose fails you so maybe he's like you? "Staying here and sleeping might be good. So it's easier to find you?" You glance warily at the nest being made for him. Not sure if that looks particularly comfortable but you're biased for your own sleeping arrangements, this one doesn't carry the pungent smell of herbs that you're used to.

 

[Leveretkit Leveretkit]

—— ✦ Eye in the Sun. You're all I see. Why won't you look at me? ✦ ——

Leveretkit had spent their time rather solitary, which was preferable for the moment, though Dewshine often gently motioned for them to go and spend more time with the kittens their own age. They didn't like the idea all too much, but with their nurserymates growing just as they did, maybe it would be wise to accept these were their peers. They would train with them, patrol with them, and seek the growth of Thunderclan with them. It was best to see what they were doing.

The crimson-eyed kitten peered from the entrance, blinking with a small hum of acknowledgement that, in fact, there was a new body amongst them. Shifting awkwardly as Slither and Moon, and Faith found their company. Kittens passed through into the clan often; they were proof enough, so they found their paws moving towards the rabble with a sharp look.

But the comment of the strange kitten did not go over their head, the kitten shifting slightly as they joined the group. "What is to say your name isn't strange." Leveret blinked, with a tilt of the head. They didn't smell like anything familiar, not even Shadiwclan. "Your name isn't strange, Moonkit. None of ours are. The prefixes we are given, kit, paw, star, everything in between, are our connection to Starclan. It's what leads us to follow their word." The kitten spoke bluntly, it was the thing they had inquired too, for their knowledge, learning how the clan functioned was a priority. If they were to assimilate, they would need to learn. And it seemed this kitten was not yet as willing to learn, certain they were not long of the clan.

"Whoever this "Dad" is, if you are sure he is coming for you, you must rest. Otherwise, wary paws cannot follow, and you might get lost again." Their ear flicked, their voice was not laced with a concern, but nor with any animosity. Just their usual straight-to-the-point intonation. They glanced at Faithkit, her comments echoing much of their own thoughts, nodding curtly. "Accept the kindness of the clan, we do want what is good for you."

They turned now to Slitherkit and the stanger, unmoving as ever but now clearly having decided to join the kitten parade. "Where to next, Slitherkit? There is much of the camp to see." Leveretkit stood up again, looking expectantly at the black and white kitten. Even if they found companionship hard, getting the chance to explain clan life and how every beating heart contributed to the greater whole, or simply to show the other kitten the camp, it was their idea of a pleasant time. While they didn't believe themselves to be utterly connected to these kittens, they would still defend them and the clan itself, so maybe Leveretkit did care more about these other cats than they knew.

- You cast two shadows down the road,

where you buried all your past lives bones. -

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  Leveretkit
  ✦—Thunderclan kitten | 5 moons
  ✦—They/Them
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A small brown kitten with low white and knowing red eyes.
  #91e7ff

 

[Anemonekit's icon Anemonekit Anemonekit]

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Before Slitherkit can answer, another kit sharply cuts into their conversation to state her name isn't weird. "They are!" He interjects. Sunkit, Moonkit, Slitherkit. . . they all had something in common that was nothing short of confusing and foreign. "You all have kit in your name. . . isn't it obvious that you're all kittens. . . ?" Did these clan cats really need their names to tell them what age they were. . . ? "An' what's this about paw. . ." What odd traditions to have. . . and to impose on others. He didn't want to change his name to Mulberrykit or whatever they'd force onto him — and he wouldn't accept it, given that his dad would come back soon.

However, his attention turns towards Faithkit when she tells him she used to live out in the wild, like him, once. That she'd been Nettle then. . . and Faithkit now. Mulberry blinks his purple eyes in alarm - would that be his fate as well? "Did they make you change your name?" The kitten asks, tail lashing behind him as it betrays his attempts to keep his fur down. Shuffling their paws, the rogue turns to the one kit he doesn't know the name of yet, frowning. "StarClan. . . ?" He mutters, lost and overwhelmed with all the information that is being given to him at once. Accept the kindness of the clan, we do want what is good for you. They say, then, and Mulberry can't stiffle the snort that comes out of him. "Accept the kindness? I don't know you!" Who's to say they weren't gonna do stuff to him? They hadn't shown any malice to him so far but. . . maybe they were waiting for the right time!

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MULBERRY

ROGUE KITTEN
he / they, demi-boy
04 moons old, ages on the 20th.
npc x npc
SPEECH // THOUGHTS // INTERACTION

penned by nocthymia

 

[Echokit. Echokit. Echokit.'s icon]

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 / 5 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
Tagging

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"Ugh. Now what."

Echokit sighed as another crowd had gathered just off in camp for a short while. It seemed that these sorts of crowds would only herald certain things. Some inter-clan drama, the return of Warriors thought missing, or some kitten being brought into or stumbling into the camp.

Echokit didn't want to bother with inter-clan drama, there was enough drama here as is, and he certainly didn't want a certain pair of cats to ever return. As it turned out, it was the latter; some new kitten was brought into the camp. Okay, odds are this would be far less of a headache than the other options. So, Echokit considered himself lucky.

Keeping silent for the most part, Echokit decided to just listen to what everyone else was talking about, and his interest rose when the newbie mentioned something about their father supposedly coming back. Echokit wondered if this kitten's father would indeed return. It would be ideal, perhaps, assuming their dad was actually a half decent parent.

When the newcomer started whining at Leveretkit- who despite all their oddities was trying to be nice- Echokit stood up and projected his voice.

"Hey, you lot. Ease up. Let 'em breathe."

He scoffed. Though tempted to make some prickly remark to almost everyone here, Echokit would relent. Maybe he didn't understand, but it was natural for someone to be nervous especially without something familiar or supportive like a competent and attentive parent.

"And you-"

Echokit looked over to the newcomer.

"Maybe try to get to know someone before you toss 'em aside, yeah?"

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

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[SLITHERPAW SLITHERPAW]

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The other kit seems content enough to follow Slitherkit around the camp, listening as he's guided from spot to spot, den to den. A bright smile makes its way onto the black smoke's muzzle, their head tilting when Mulberry reminds them that his dad is supposed to be coming back soon. But I want you to stay forever, they don't say, though their brows furrow at the idea of their new friend leaving so soon. They kind of hope that, if Mulberry's dad gets here, he'll decide to stay—that way, Mulberry will stay, too. "You can ssstay at least for tonight, though! I'll make you a nest later," they chirp in response, not allowing the other child a chance to deny their assertion. They'll make him a nest, and it'll be the best he's ever seen, even if he only sleeps in it once!

Next, the brown-and-white kit questions their so-called weird names, prompting Slitherkit to tip their head further, nearly perpendicular to the ground now. Almost comically, they blink at him. "What do you m-" They're cut off by Moonkit, who bristles in response to the innocent question. She seems to be bothered by it, though, and says that her name and her brother's aren't weird—notably, she doesn't say anything about Slitherkit's name. They frown. Then Moonkit turns to him and asks when Mulberry's dad is coming to get him, and Slitherkit can only shrug, looking baffled. "How would I know?" They stand up straight once again, ears tipped toward Faithkit as she describes how she got her own ThunderClan name. She also encourages Mulberry to stay, so Slitherkit nods eagerly along with her.

Leveretkit appears seemingly out of nowhere and speaks, crimson eyes giving Slitherkit the creeps as they talk about StarClan's word. "They don't know what they're talking about," he mumbles low enough to hopefully only be heard by Mulberry, trying to ignore the strange connection that Leveretkit mentions. Trying to explain StarClan to someone who's never heard of it seems mean, almost. It's too pushy to try and convince Mulberry that dead cats are ghosts and live in the stars, and that their leaders have nine lives because of StarClan. "Anyway… you don't know us, you don't have to accept anything," they continue, though they continue to offer the new kit their own kindness.

Echokit intrudes upon their tour as well, and the black-and-white kitten sighs, shoulders slumping as he pours more grouchiness onto what was supposed to be a fun, fun tour. Gritting their teeth, Slitherkit tries to brush it off and refocus on their original goal: showing their new friend around. "You should stay, even after your dad gets here. Maybe he can live here, too. I promissse it's fun! Everyone's not usually sssso prickly." Bright bicolored eyes flicker to the kits around them, then back to meet Mulberry's vibrant gaze. They clear their throat, tail lifting like an excited flag as they march their way over to the next destination, as requested by Leveretkit. "I'll show you my favorite place now, it'ssss right over here! I call it… the Big Dark Den!" An unused crack in the wall of the stone, devoid of any nests—for now, at least. Looking at all the kits who have gathered to come along for this camp tour, it's apparent that ThunderClan will be filling up a few more dens when they all become apprentices. Slitherkit just hopes that he'll get to stay in this den… even if it might be scary at night, to sleep in all by himself. Maybe he'll just beg someone else to stay with him. "It'ssss big and dark, and a den. The sunlight doesn't even get in it at daytime, see? That's why a monster lives in it." They stand before the mouth of the den, only blackness yawning open behind them, and hope they look brave standing there.

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SLITHERKIT

HE/THEY, THUNDERCLAN KIT
❀ fluffy black smoke with white spotting and mismatched eyes
❀ bold and playful ; adventurous and curious
❀ speaks with a slight hiss on "S" sounds
❀ npc x npc ; no known kin
❀ peaceful powerplay allowed ; enjoys physical contact
❀ played by foxlore