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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[JUNCOPAW]

Up until now, Juncopaw has kept a considerable distance between herself and Wavesong's kittens. Not because she has anything against her—it's impossible for anyone to feel slighted by Wavesong, Juncopaw thinks—, but they are simply so... small. Fragile. Logically, she knows she had been just like that a few moons ago. Egotistically, she deems herself too grown to ponder on her own past like that.

Something has shifted however. Adderfang is gone- or rather, Adder. Juncopaw regards the kittens with something akin to pity. She can't imagine life without either Hazecloud, Lichentuft, or Smokewreath. Even Willowburn, who isn't considered a parent specifically, but her very existence never fails to soothe Juncopaw anyway. Her family is big, perhaps bigger than most, but any missing piece would sour the rest of it.

Does Wavesong feel that way too? Juncopaw doesn't have the guts to bring up her exiled mate.

What she does get the courage for is finally approaching the kits for longer than a few heartbeats and a curious gaze.

"You guys..."

she says, putting a paw on the ball that Piranhakit had retrieved. "There are so many of you, and only one of Wavesong. You get what I'm saying, right?"

 

[ROSEPAW.]

i will find your scent again if i sleep in infinite space

SAY YOU WON'T EVER FADE AWAY

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She had no idea how her mom could still smile despite everything that had happend, from papa to...Shellkit. Her mom had been through alot, too much some even would say yet she somehow find a way to wake up every morning to find beauty in this world. That sort of strenght....to remain the same in a world that wished to break you. It most be...difficult yet she admired her mom for it to be this strong. To push forward and contunie to be there for her kits. She had always been amazing in Rosepaw's eyes, she had always thought the world of her. That burning kindness and warmth, it was something Rose had always find comfort in. something she was striving to be as well.

She smiled as she watched them play, to copy her mom to be as brave as them were but her smile didn't feel quite right, like it was glued on her face more then anything. But it would have to do for now, someday that smile might become something real again but for now it would be there for the sake of her family. They needed her to be strong, she had to be there for them just like they had always been there for her, especially her mom who she was worried might be pushing herself to hard for all of them. She was worried that light would bleak away over time. So she had to be there for them, to help in any way she could so her mom wouldn't have to go through this alone.

" Y-You wanna join them Juncopaw?."

Rosepaw spoke up gentle, her smile still remaining even as she turned her head to look at the younger apprentice who by the looks of it had invited herself over to play with her younger siblings. Everything would be okay, she tried to convince herself even if on the inside her heart had already been broken into pieces. But it was fine, she would pick each piece up and put it back into it's place, slowly.

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flowered hope from this abyss

 

[Strawberrykit]

Strawberrykit looked with curiosity at Wavesong and the kits. The game seemed simple enough, even to her, as small as she was. She approached the moss ball. She looked with a serious and concentrated expression. One could imagine she was solving the hardest of puzzles by her expression alone, and not just playing with a moss ball.

She aimed with her paw, making the motion of hitting the paw once before actually hitting it. Even with her small frame and weak muscles, the ball launched high and far. Strawberrykit smiled wide at how far the ball went. It didn't quite reach the goal, but it was a good shot. It was very close, missing by an inch at most.

She saw the ball rolling away, and she giggled loudly. A small window of happiness in, what has been, several days of crying and grief.

_____________Right foot in the roses, ☆ Left foot on a landmine _________________

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• STRAWBERRYKIT she/her, riverclanner, 2 moons.
  ☆ A small red tabby with purple eyes. Stands of short height.
  ☆ Mentored by No One
  ☆ Adopted by Wavesong
  ☆ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ Color = coral
  ☆ Penned by draculaelliot ↛ draculaelliot on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[lavenderpaw]

Lavenderpaw can remember playing these sorts of kit games with her siblings. Jackdawpaw would always be the first to the mossball and more often than not tumble over it rather than catching it with his claws. It was usually Juncopaw who'd make a goal, while she and Rosemarypaw played defense against one another. Maybe nowadays, they'd all be better with coordination and team work, given their few moons of apprenticeship. But it's humbling, in a way, to watch another litter of kits play the same game and fumble in similar ways.

She sits beside her sister, nudging the other with her shoulder, "You've got to let them figure it out on their own, Junco..." she teases, eyes narrowed to a half-lidded state. She grooms the fur on the other's shoulder, mumbling just out of view, "Wavesong might be trying to get them tired, you know..." And having them, one by one, make attempts at the goal could be the exact way she wants it done. The game would be over too quickly if all six kits (whew!) collaborated and took down their mother.

Rosepaw distracts Juncopaw, and in their brief lull of conversation, Lavenderpaw offers to Wavesong, "I can help watch the kits by the water, if you need extra paws!"