PAFP Camp RiverClan moments of joy // kits + clan

[Wavesong]

Though storms have torn her dreams apart,
Hope still sings within her heart.
A gentle wave, both strong and long,
She is the river's whispered song.

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They were growing big, and oh, how it was such a bittersweet feeling for Wavesong. She watched them with a mixture of pride and aching heart, each small step toward growing up a reminder of what was missing. There was no Adder there to see them grow beside her. No father's shadow to guide or challenge them. She wouldn't take them to the border yet, her heart still fluttered too anxiously at the thought. They had to be a bit older, nearing apprenticehood, before she could bear it.

It was unfair to Adder, she knew this in every quiet moment. Each time she saw the kits playing with Pineheart or Pikestar, chasing after Peachtrot or trotting after Willowburn, her chest tightened. And when they dared each other to get close and poke Smokewreath, before giggling as they dashed off, Wavesong smiled softly but the pain lingered just beneath. Littlebrook taught them too, they were taught by the whole of the clan... They had enough older siblings... Not only Rosepaw, Crescentpaw and Rushingpaw, no... There was Thunderpaw, Galepaw, Rainpaw... Torrentpaw... Every apprentice was part of their family.

Still, her heart beat strong for her mate... Even now... But her children held it more firmly, wrapped around them like the warmest cloak. She could not leave them, would not. Even when they were grown, she did not think she had the heart to leave. This was her home. This was her family. And in the quiet corners of her heart, she hoped... hoped that someday, somehow... it would be Adder's again too. It could have been... If his pain hadn't consumed him... Perhaps it could be one day, if they talked... If he mellowed out... Realized not the whole world was a battlefield.

She shook off the ache of those thoughts and gently pulled her paws away from the ball of moss she'd made, a grin spreading across her face. She peered over at the six kits nestled nearby. It should have been seven, but Shellkit would always be with her, carried in the shell around her neck, a gift from Hydrangrabloom and Peachtrot, a memory she clung to.

" I have here... " Wavesong meowed softly, batting the mossball gently toward one of the kits, her eyes shining with a spark of joy. " A mossball. Made specially for the lot of ye! How do ye feel fer a bit o' gamin', wee kits? " She gave a playful wiggle of her tail high in the sky, feeling a lightness she hadn't known in a long while. " Th' goal is behind me. Let's see if ye lot can work t'gether t'get it past yer mama, hmm? " Her voice was soft but carried a teasing edge, inviting the kits into a moment of carefree play. " Come, wee ones. Maybe after this, we can scout th' edge o' RiverClan. "

Even with the heaviness that weighed on her chest, Wavesong found strength in these moments. Each laugh, each leap, each tiny pawstep was a reminder that life went on and she would be there to guide them every step of the way.

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[Salmonkit Salmonkit]

—————————————— All I wanted was to be seen, and to see. ✦

The little chimaera sat comfortably amongst his siblings, a small rolling purr in the back of his throat as he had readied himself to pounce at Foamkit, only for their mother's voice to drag his attention away.

He tilted his head curiously, watching as the rounded green lump rolled to his paws. Salmonkit bapped the thing with a singular paw, retracting away like it might have been sharp, to realise it was soft like their nest. His resting, (unfortunately) solemn-looking face turned up into a smile, eyes glittering. His gaze drifted from the gentle face of his mother and back towards his littermates, before he stood up and held out a paw.

"Liiiike this?-" His words punctuated with him batting the thing with a paw as hard as he could, which is to say not very hard, the thing bouncing once, then twice, and hitting Wavesong's tail as the kitten let out a huff. "It's not as easy as it looks."

Salmonkit turned to his littermates with a curious glint. "Do ya' wunna have a go?" The kitten wondered, trotting over and nosing the thing back to his siblings, maybe one of them could bat if farther or harder than he could!

Though he realised what their mother had said, tiny paws stopping in their tracks as the little chimarea ran to Wavesong, expression beaming. "D'ya really mean it, Mama? We getta go see th' River?" For being so young, he was so enamoured by the water and what lived within, so just the idea of going to the border lit the kitten's eyes up like the night sky.

————— Is it magical thinking,

or is it magical realism? —————

• Rolled a 9 smdh salmon get your head in the GAME !!
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  Salmonkit
  ✦—Riverclan kitten
  ✦—He/him
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A tiny black x chocolate broken mackrel tabby chimaera with bright, too knowing eyes.
  #4B7CE4

 

[Piranhakit Piranhakit]

When I'm feeling lonely, sad as I can be...
All by myself, an uncharted island, in an endless sea

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PIRANHAKIT, He/Him / 2 moons / Riverclan - Kit
Short hair chocolate silver ticked tabby with low white, has unnatural eyes that are deep red with shimmery blue pupils
Son of WAVESONG and ADDERFANG, Littermate to SALMONKIT, FOAMKIT, OTTERKIT, TROUTKIT and SHELLKIT, Younger sibling to CRESCENTPAW, RUSHPAW and ROSEPAW, Adoptive sibling to STRAWBERRYKIT
"Biting you, biting you, biting you—"- hey, what the- get outta here Piranha! He's right though.
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Rolling over to his side, the chocolate silver ticked tabby stirred— there was intent of pouncing to play somewhere, he was sure of it. But once he fully woke it was nowhere to be seen. None of his beloved siblings took the chance! What?! Piranhakit huffed, maybe it was he that should start something..?

Or not, the voice of his mother Wavesong caught his attention and thus she was given all of that attention immediately. "Mama!" He trilled, bouncing up and scurrying over, seeing Salmonkit doing something with a ball of moss. He just bounced it around? Why? "Hmm.." Curious, he listened to his mother's explanation and watched Salmon's attempt. Could Piranhakit do better? Maybe. Would he?

Well, given that he chose to instead pick it up in his mouth and shake it around like it was a prey animal before throwing it the exact opposite direction of where Wavesong said the 'goal' was, no. No, he did not do better. "Oops." He scurried after the ball of moss, which thankfully didn't go far, and brought it back promptly, dropping it by his siblings. "I failed, it's someone else's turn now!" Piranhakit announced, his grin wider than ever, he was proud to say what he had said.

He then overheard the promise of adventure from Wavesong. Like Salmonkit, Piranhakit was enthralled by the prospect and immediately zipped over to his brother's side. "Um, duh, of course she means it Sammy! Mama never ever ever ever ever lies!" Another thing that Piranhakit was immeasurably proud to say.

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What makes me happy, fills me up with glee—
Those bones in my jaw, don't have a flaw, my shiny teeth and me~!

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