PAFP Camp RC 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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ooc: Open for others too!! But wait for atleast 2 of the kits to reply first! <3

ROLL A D20 !! ABOVE 15 AND YOU HIT THE GOAL!

 

[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!"

 

[foamkit]

Mossball is fun, but Foamkit's mind is locked on adventuring. He has never minded to lose, especially because he often did in games, but this is a whole new distraction! Daydreaming about the idea of crossing the streams bordering the camp, he doesn't realize the mossball soaring near him until Salmonkit bats it away.

Juncopaw's subtle hint makes Foamkit's ears perk and his peaceful smile grow into a grin. His tail stills, pupils thin with focus as he drags himself into a sneaky stance. Each muscle is locked as he departs from the cluster of kits, stifled giggles following him.

"Psst!! Guys!"

Foamkit's tense form loosens as he slinks (hopefully) out of Wavesong's line of sight. He tries to grab Strawberrykit's attention, bouncing on his paws as he urges a little too loudly,

"Throw it over here!"

 

[Wavesong]

And that's why we share all we have with you
Though there's little to be found
When all you've got is nothing
There's a lot to go around

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Warmth spread through Wavesong as she watched Salmonkit's little paws prance, his voice rising with that sweet, bubbling excitement only a kit could muster. She purred, her chest vibrating with affection. " Aye, m'darlin' guppy… ye'll get t'see th'river. " she promised, her eyes soft. Already she could imagine Crescent darting after them, Rose lingering close, family gathered on the riverbank. It would be good for them, for all of them.

Her tail flicked, rolling the mossball toward Piranhakit. She wasn't surprised when the ball tumbled wildly beneath his paws, the kit's boundless energy scattering it more than guiding it. A light laugh slipped from her lips, warm and indulgent. " Ye didn' fail, m'dear. " she called gently, voice lilting like a tide. " Ye merely tried an' didn't succeed. But ye try again, an' again, until ye do. That's how strong sailors're made. "

Her gaze lifted as Juncopaw padded over to join the game, her heart blooming with quiet pride. Rosepaw followed soon after, and her chest tightened with tenderness. Poor Rose, carrying more than any apprentice ought to… Wavesong had half a mind to sweep her close, whisper comfort into her ears. Perhaps she would, later, when the moment was right. For now, it was enough to see her joining in, even just a little.

So focused was she on Junco and Rose that Strawberrykit's small attempt nearly slipped past her. But when she saw it, those tiny determined paws batting the ball with purpose, a sharp gasp of delight escaped her. " Well done, Strawberry! Ye did great! " she cheered, her eyes shining with pride as she bounded forward, giving the mossball another playful whack back into the fray.

Her gaze lingered then on Lavenderpaw, who had spoken up, offering her help. A purr rumbled in her throat, warm and approving. " Ye know, I wouldn't mind tha' at all, Lavender. Ye'd do me a favour, a big one. " she meowed, eyes bright with gratitude. Her ears twitched suddenly, catching something faint, like a sound, or perhaps a whisper carried on the wind. She turned her head, breath catching for just a moment, heart pausing. …She could've sworn...

But no.

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[Shellkit Shellkit]

A penny for my thoughts, oh no, I'll sell 'em for a dollar
They're worth so much more after I'm a goner
And maybe then you'll hear the words I've been singin'
Funny when you're dead, how people start listenin'

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Shellkit watched her siblings with wide, star-bright eyes, a smile curving her muzzle as starlight brushed against her fur. She was here, but not here. She would never be beside them for their eyes to find, never bumping shoulders or tumbling in play. Yet she could still be present. She could see them. And if she tried hard enough, she could almost pretend she was here too.

When Salmonkit batted at the mossball, Shellkit leapt with joy, cheering so loudly that if only he could hear, his ears might have twitched. When Piranhakit bit down fiercely and sent the mossball sailing away, she burst into giggles, shaking her head in amusement. And when Strawberrykit, the kit she had not known in her short life, but whom her mother loved dearly, gave the mossball a firm swipe, Shellkit cheered just as brightly as she had for her littermates, her eyes shining with pride.

Oh, how she wished she could join them. Could anyone truly blame her when, for a heartbeat, she darted after the mossball herself? She stretched a paw, swiping at it eagerly, only to feel nothing, to watch the mossball roll straight past as if she weren't there at all. Her breath left her in a soft puff, her shoulders sagging as she stared after it.

But then her gaze turned, settling on Foamkit. What was her brother up to now? The mossball had tumbled close to his paws, and Wavesong was busy congratulating Strawberrykit with a purr. Shellkit's eyes shone with quiet hope as she waited to see what he would do next, her spirit hovering close, forever cheering, forever unseen.

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[TroutKit TroutKit]

TROUTKIT

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Trout was always too tired to run around like his siblings did. Their laughter carried across camp, while Troutkit watched from where he sat. The mossball skidded between them, tumbling across the dusty ground—its soft scrape making his ears flick with every pass.

He smiled a little, but something strained underneath. His paws itched to move like theirs did. He wanted to chase after them, jump and weave and laugh until his sides hurt. But his body never cooperated. Sometimes, even just walking around took the breath right out of him. It wasn't fair.

Bodies darted back and forth, pelts flashing like minnows beneath a sparkling stream. Piranahkit was more interested in shredding the mossball than whacking it, which made him snort. Then somehow, Strawberrykit landed a perfect hit, sending the ball farther than he'd seen yet. "Wow, that was so awesome, Strawberrykit!"

The ball bounced and rolled again, skidding right toward him this time. Troutkit froze, looking down at the scrunched bit of moss. He glanced around before slowly pushing himself to his paws. If she could do it, then couldn't he?

He drew his paw back and swung with all the strength he had. The mossball shot forward, bouncing against the ground before sailing past the waiting paws of Wavesong.

Troutkit gawks in disbelief. Did that really just happen? The tabby wobbles before plopping back onto his haunches. A rush of fatigue bites into him, but he brushes it off. A wide, gap-toothed smile spreads across his face. "DID YOU GUYS SEE THAT?!" He shouts breathlessly, amber eyes sparkling as they searched for his mama's face in the crowd. "Mama, did you see? You saw right?!"

// Troutkit rolled an 18!

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IM A LITTLE SICK RIGHT NOW BUT I SWEAR

WHEN IM READY I WILL FLY US OUT OF HERE

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RIVERCLAN

KIT

4 MOONS

HE/HIM

𓆟 Chocolate shaded with thick dark stripes and amber eyes.
𓆟 Just a sickly little victorian child.
𓆟 Son of Wavesong and Adderfang. Sibling to Otterkit, Piranhakit, Strawberrykit, Salmonkit, and Foamkit
𓆟 Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted. For other powerplays, DM.
𓆟 Fur smells of damp and river reeds.

 

[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.
Tagging [@]

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"Huh?" Piranhakit looked up to Wavesong somewhat confused. If he didn't do the thing correctly, isn't that failing? "Isn't that what failing is, ma?" But when she spoke further, Piranhakit slowly nodded as he contemplated, only to become vigorous nodding that almost introduced his silly little face to the ground. "Ohhhhhh. I get it now! You can only fail for real if you stop trying to do the thing!" A simple way to put it, but that was perseverance!

All of that thoughtful introspection seemed to have been spent, since as soon as Juncopaw asked the crew her question, Piranhakit just looked up at her with big baby eyes with nary a thought behind them. "Nope! I don't get it." He smiled wide, showing his teeth gleefully. Hey, at least he was honest.

Piranhakit watched on as his siblings made attempts at interacting with the game, and waved excitedly when Rosepaw showed up, that was his big sister!!

Strawberrykit made a great attempt on her turn, and Piranhakit cheered her on. "Yeah!! Go Strawby, You almost had it!!"

Hearing Foamkit try and be sneaky, Piranhakit almost scurried over to the moss ball to toss it their way, but Troutkit made an appearance- and what a shot!!. Much like his brother, Piranhakit's jaw almost unhinged and dropped to the ground in complete surprise. Stunned, the usually talkative Piranhakit was completely silent--

"YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAH, GO TROUTS!!"​

Silent for all of five seconds, that is. Piranhakit bounced over to Troutkit and ran circles around him. "That was so good! Yahoo!! Heheheh~!" Using the momentum he had, Piranhakit giggled all the way towards where the moss ball landed where he did his best to launch it back and towards where Foamkit was. "Keep it going Foamby! Go, go!"

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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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[Wavesong]

And that's why we share all we have with you
Though there's little to be found
When all you've got is nothing
There's a lot to go around

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Pride surged through Wavesong's chest, bright and fierce as sunlight on rippling water, as she watched her youngest slam the mossball straight through her paws. " There ye go, Troutkit! " she cheered, her voice bubbling with laughter and delight. A loud purr thrummed deep in her chest, her eyes wide and glistening with joy. " Ye did amazin', aye, I saw it, m'dear heart, I saw it! " Troutkit beamed up at her, small sides heaving with the effort it had taken. He was still a bit frail, still prone to tiring easily, and she could see how much that simple act had taken out of him, but oh, he had done it. He had scored a goal. A tiny triumph, perhaps, but one that made her heart swell with hope so fierce it nearly hurt.

He would be okay. He had to be. He would grow strong, become an apprentice, then a warrior... She would make sure of it.

Still, as she looked at him, her little mirror of Adderfang, his father's face painted with her softer lines, something inside her twisted with tenderness and ache. The same golden hues, the same quiet stubbornness… A piece of Adder she could never lose. His fur was longer, however, mirroring her own... A shaky breath trembled past her lips before she padded forward, lowering her head to rasp her tongue gently over his ear. " Well done, guppy. " she murmured, warmth brimming in her voice. " Yer a master at this mossball game, ye are. "

She winked playfully at him, her purr deepening before turning toward the rest of her brood, who were wriggling with excitement and playful challenge. " Okay, okay, ye rascals, come on then! " she called, hopping back into place with her tail flicking mischievously. " Let's see what ye all got fer yer mama! Think ye can best yer brother's score, aye? " Her bright laugh rang through the place, full of love and life, chasing away for just a moment the ache of what had been and leaving only the warmth of what still was: her family, her guppies, her heart.

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