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[Rubblekit]

Just as every time Goldenroar was out on a patrol, Rubblekit found herself sitting in camp staring towards the entrance watching, waiting. This time was different though, this time there had been upset about the patrol, cats yelling, crying, running off to go hide because they were so upset by the idea of going on the patrol, and though the little mud-colored kit didn't really understand why - nor would she for at least another moon or two yet - it had caused her stomach to churn in worry. If there were so many that were upset by this that they'd trade to go on another patrol or not go on one at all, then it meant that there was reason to worry, right?

She had heard that it would just be a hunting patrol, that there would be food being brought back, food that Rubblekit had never seen before, that was different than the blessings that the moors had brought them, but it would take longer to go out and get it due to it being so far away. Though she was excited about this idea - who in their right mind wouldn't be, being able to try new things? - she couldn't help the way her paws worked quickly, anxiously kneading at the ground for the small moments that they had before she had slowly moved near another, mind keeping itself as busy as possible.

She'd found solace in Merrystalk before, comfort in the sibling of the cat that she'd clung to so quickly after being brought into the clan, and she was doing so once more now. The hunting patrol had been gone for a while now - and would be for more time yet - and so instead of dwelling on the could-be's and the what-if's, she'd found herself once more working on another's tail, weeding dried bits of grass that had been tracked into the camp from the apprentices and warriors into the tom's tail. Though it wasn't as bushy as his sibling's she still found it suitable for a distraction, and she was grateful that he didn't pull away as she'd began, chewing the inside of her cheek as she tried to not let her mind wander too far.

@Merrystalk but no need to wait for him to respond!

Any cats that are on the big windclan "hunting" patrol in skyclan are NOT allowed to be in this thread, as this takes place at the same time!

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RUBBLEKIT she/her, WindClan 6 moons old.
innocence and obliviousness
mentored by none // mentoring none
NPC x NPC / sibling to Peonykit
peaceful powerplay permitted
"speech" // "thoughts"
penned by tikki ↛ rabbitcake on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[Merrystalk Merrystalk]

Sitting in camp, watching out over his clanmates with a tightened jaw, Merry just tried to keep himself from panicking too hard. A good few of the council--Dusty, Goldy, Nutmeg--had taken the lead with many strong warriors following suit. Even if the patrol seemed brazen, foolish, nonetheless, he had faith in his clanmates to stay safe. Make good decisions for the sake of their clan.

Meanwhile, he again found himself feeling rather idle. But the clan needed to be watched over, in some cases comforted. Such was the case with dear little Rubblekit--his brother's little shadow, by all intents and purposes, his niece now, and he made sure to keep a close eye on her for his brother.

But he found himself rather surprised; he knew the kitten was nervous, it was palpable in the camp, but irradiating from her in a way that made his chest tighten more. Merry simply breathed through it, trying to avoid the impulse to over groom his forelegs again, as he often did growing up. His clan needed stability. But in Rubblekit's own way, she found her own stability. Padding to and fro with mouthfuls of dry grass, and with delicate paws tucking sprigs of grass into his fur. She struggled, futzing with his pelt's shorter length than Goldy's, but it seemed to comfort her in some way.

He couldn't help but look to her with a softness, but even more with sorrow. Even the younger of the clan were so painfully aware of the tension hung over thme all that day, he couldn't even imagine how scared the kits were, maybe within his amalgam of terror in the meeting he sensed it, but part of him regret not helping them there and then, even if he was in quite literally no state to comfort the kits.

But he was now. Merry watched with a muted curiosity as Rubble tucked the last of her grass into his tail, brown fur dotted with yellow and green grass slivers, decorating his pelt in small patches of colour. He took a moment before speaking carefully to the kit. "Take a breath, Rubble." His voice was a quiet purr; it felt so strange to try to comfort another through something he had been dreading so much since the meeting, but Rubble was young and frightened, powerless in it all. "I know yer scared, but worryin' ain't gonna do nothin' but make ya' feel all sortsa sick before Goldy comes home- Say, maybe we could try figure out somethin' fer him when he comes home? Maybe that'd keep ya' busy- Though, the grass is lovely, matches my eyes." Merry playfully joked. It was all he could do, treat this like any other patrol, that's all it was, a regular patrol. Windclan was no place of brutes, it wouldn't turn out so awul, he had faith in his clanmates, his kin.

"Or we can talk if ya' want." It was more a gentle, passive offer, fleeting. It wasn't as if he was any good with talking cats through stuff, but maybe if little Rubble could rant or ramble what specifically scared her, maybe he could be useful in some small way. "If ya' wanna ramble, I'll listen... 'r if ya' wanna turn me into a rye bush yer already part the way there." He smiled, warmly. He was always protective of the kits of the clan, but Star's it was hard not to be a little tiny bit biased for the scrap of fur his brother brought home and took under his wing. He didn't know if he could ever be a father someday, but Star's be damned, he wouldn't be a terrible uncle to the kit who sought comfort from him now of all times.

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MERRYSTALK He/Him, Windclan Gale Guard, 34 moons.
A lithe, tortoiseshell cat with green eyes and pelt speckled with rye grass.
mentored by none // mentoring Talonpaw
sibling to Goldenroar and Sunnyspring
NPC x NPC / parent to no one / mated to Harefoot
"SPEECH" // "THOUGHTS" // ATTEMPTED ACTION // EMPATHY DETECTION // ALETHIA DETECTION
penned by Pheo ↛ phoenixwashere on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

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POPPYKIT | WINDCLAN
"TELL ME I'M AN ANGEL, TAKE THIS TO MY GRAVE"

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Poppykit, much like their fellow nursery-dwelling Clanmates, isn't too sure why everyone seems a bit weird about this patrol that the currently absent cats were embarking on. As far as he's seen, it's been a simple occurrence; they leave for a while, and then they come back. He watches Rubblekit with curiosity sparkling in his mismatched eyes, the other kitten's fretfulness obvious to anyone watching. This just won't do.

"Don't worry Rubblekit! They will come back, they always do!" If there is one thing Poppykit could trust in since being left alone in WindClan's territory, it's that these cats take keeping their word seriously. He wouldn't have admitted it not too long ago, but, well... they do keep promises better than his Momma ever did.
Poppykit giggles at Merrystalk's mention of having him turned into a rye bush. "D'ya think we'd have to change your name to 'Ryestalk'? That would be funny." He looks to Rubblekit again, hoping that the other kitten is in better spirits - Merrystalk is much better at comforting cats through words, Poppykit had experienced that for himself before. But surely there is extra comfort to be had in numbers, in knowing that other cats are always nearby. It's what comforts Poppykit, anyways, and he hopes that it's the same for Rubblekit.

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"TELL ME I'M A BAD MAN, KICK ME LIKE A STRAY"

POPPYKIT
WINDCLAN KITTEN
4 MOONS
HE/THEY
"SPEECH" | THOUGHTS | ACTION | LUCIDITY