Open Camp REALITY IS LEMONS ★ INTRO

[YOLKKIT YOLKKIT]

Yolkkit is restless the moment a lull settles into his day. While his peers disappear into the nursery for a nap, golden-toed paws are unable to stay still as he tries to find something to keep himself busy. Maybe he should be napping, too? But his mother has yet to call him inside, so maybe... maybe he can stay out, just a little bit longer. And if not... maybe he can find some place to hide! Who needs a nap, anyway?

Though, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't feeling even a teensy bit tired. Sleep bites at the corners of his eyes, and a yawn escapes his maw as he bounces from paw to paw. But, no! He can't sleep just yet! What if something really cool happens while he sleeps and he doesn't get to see it with his own eyes? What if he has to listen to someone tell him about it, rather than being the one to tell everyone? How boring!

As if synced with his kitten worries, Yolkkit hears a rustling at the camp's entrance, and a small squeak in delight escapes the boy. A patrol! He knew something was bound to happen! He bounces over to the returning group with a bright smile.

" You're back! You're back! " he cheers with an impromptu practice in ceremonial chanting. His sunny-side-up head tilts to the side, " What'd you find? Anything cool? " Oh, how he can't wait to be out on patrols and see everything for himself!

 

[Berrykit]

BERRYKIT

Berrykit is ready for his nap, curled next to Ducklingkit, his momma's tail wrapped around them warmly. But where is Yolkkit? Berrykit raises his head to look around, but his denmate is nowhere to be seen! Berrykit will be restless all nap if he doesn't check up on his friend, and so he stands up and leaves the warm confines of his nest.

Outside it's bright and Berrykit's eyes take a while to adjust to the light, his pupils narrowing to let minimum sunlight through. Where is Yolkkit? He spots the creamy kitten at the camp's entrance, bouncing around the returning warriors - is there something special about this patrol? All Berrykit can see is a regular patrol bringing back prey, but what does he know?

He decides to take a closer look, trotting up to Yolkkit and the older cats. "What's going on, Yolkkit?" he chirps, curious. "Did they bring something interesting?" He raises his bushy tail high, in greeting and excitement both, his nap all but forgotten. If Yolkkit has found something interesting, surely Berrykit can also take a look?

SkyClan | Kitten

 

[Gravedance]

All things considered she would deem this patrol to be rather boring actually. Gravedance still had naive hope that every patrol might bring something exciting, wherever it be a new sight or a witty tale. Today though, nothing exceptional! Nothing at all and how could that be? She bites back a sigh as she cradles the tiny form of the sparrow she had caught between her ivory fangs. Hunting patrols were probably her least favourite thing, not that the tabby would dare say something to her patrol lead about it. Instead she bites back any bitterness over it and waltzes into camp with her usual trot and grin. Fluffy tail twitching behind her as she intends to drop the sparrow with the rest of the prey first thing, maybe then she could try and untangle the knots within her matted fur.

Yolkkit ruins these plans of course but she finds that she can't actually be that upset about it. Instead a pleasant chirp twitters from her maw as she sets the bird down by her front paws, one hovering over it just in case the curious little guy decides to try and run off with it. She doubts it but stars knows her own kit had been rambunctious at his age, it taught her to never really expect anything. "Well I think a sparrow is pretty cool" her lamenting is followed with a playful pout. At the risk of not being seen as cool she was willing to dive into her own personal collections. A stray quail feather she had found hiding amongst the underbrush, speckled with miniscule fragments of cobwebs. Not enough for gathering as it seemed the spider had given up weaving it's silk but it left a rather pretty iridescent gleam on parts of the feather.

"I did find something much more interesting though!" Pride stems from her words as she presents the feather to the pair of kittens. Mischief glimmering in her eye as she hums "I could even let you two have it...." trailing off Gravedance finds herself pausing. "Buuuut only if you trade me a really good story!" Kit's always have the wildest imaginations, surely they could indulge her in a glimpse of their minds.