Open Camp SLIPPIN' AND SLIDIN' [icy stream]

[pricklepaw]

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The weather has gotten colder and colder, which is something that Pricklekit had been warned about by many of the clan's older cats. The water has gotten more chilly as well, even biting at poor Hailkit when she had stuck her paw into it. Even though Rushingride said that the river didn't hurt the other kit, Pricklekit hadn't been so sure, and still isn't. The days are more dark than bright now, and occasionally the sky spits out a downpour of white specks… which is very interesting to the fluffy kit. The water that usually flows around camp has also seemingly stopped flowing and instead stands solid and unmoving at the island's borders, and Pricklekit finds themself unable to keep from investigating it.

Hesitation trembles through the brown-patched kit's frame as they stand at the water's edge—or, what was water before the nighttime chill swept in and replaced it with something else. It's shiny now, and still. Pricklekit merely observes it for a few long moments before finally placing a paw upon its surface. It's cold, almost bitingly so, but the kit doesn't necessarily feel any pain from it. They withdraw their paw to examine it for damage and then, satisfied with their intact skin, they step onto the strange surface.

Their feet are immediately swiped out from beneath them. "Oh- WHOA!" Their paws scrabble at the slippery surface for a few moments, but the thick fur poking between each of their toes prevents them from getting a grip. Instead of coming to a stop, the kit just continues to slide across the ice, helpless to stop their momentum until they reach the slight incline of the shore on the other side. "Oof," they mumble, shaking their limbs out as they move to stand back up—only to topple over again, landing sprawled across the ice. Their small frame is racked with laughter, gleeful now as they realize that there's nothing they can do to stop the slow slide of their body across the frozen-over stream's solid surface.

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PRICKLEKIT

THEY/THEM, RIVERCLAN KIT
✼ stocky, fluffy chocolate and white kit with thick fur hiding their eyes. clingy and oblivious, a sleepy kit who prefers naptime over games.
✼ enhanced sense of smell ; gets nauseous easily
✼ sibling to branchkit, hollykit, saffronkit, skykit ; adopted by pikestar
✼ peaceful or healing powerplay is allowed ; they appreciate physical contact
✼ played by foxlore

 

[Bluekit]

Bluekit
She/Her
3 Moons
RiverClan Kit

PENNED BY Sheogorath

The rushing of the streams which surround RiverClan's camp is a constant and lulling whisper. Nearby, the larger river bubbled lazily past, often filled with the fish that RiverClan so hungrily devoured. On this day, though, Bluekit steps outside of the nursery to an eerie stillness. A quiet. And as she's buffeted by chilly winds, the child crouches low, huddles beneath her blue and white coat of feline fur. A shiver passes through her body, blue eyes open and blinking, but devoid of sight. For a time, she remains still, until the sudden, confused call of another kit draws her clumsily toward the source.

"What happen?" Bluekit calls, uncertain as her little paws carry her slowly towards pebbled shores. She knows by the feeling of the small stones and shells that she's close to the water's edge, but another few steps forward and she finds her small paws slipping on something else instead. Uncertainty floods her mind. Confusion that borders on fear. Her fur bristles as she slips, plops onto her belly against the ice which chills her. "UhhhHHHH!" Her voice rises in volume as she struggles to form the right words. "Help!" She doesn't know what to make of the change. She hasn't felt anything like ice before, and she doesn't like the strange sounds it makes beneath her weight. Like the cracking of bone, in a way. Was she even still in camp? She doesn't remember a surface like this anywhere. Panic swells like a wave as she scrabbles helplessly.

"I'm lost!" Bluekit cries. Surely she hadn't gone too far? Where was that other kit? Were they lost too? Laughter fills her ears, as she realizes they must be close by, clearly enjoying.... whatever this cold, slippery surface was. Despite her confusion, the joy of Pricklekit does serve to soothe her a bit. Clearly, the other kit didn't think there was any danger. Trying to stand on wobbly paws, Bluekit falls again, sliding on the ice. She's too disoriented to make her way back to shore now, but at least her anxiety was slowly starting to ease.

"What is it? Where water go?" She asks aloud, hoping the other kit was close enough to hear her.

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[Passionflower Passionflower]

PASSIONFLOWER ── .❇ riverclam | weaver

Another cat's laughter joined the innocent giggling of Pricklekit. On the camp's shore, Passionflower sat neatly, tail folded over her paws as she watched the two kittens bumble around helplessly on the new, unfamiliar icy sheet. Oh, to be that young again. She wishes to see ice for the first time again. Yet, she dare not step on it now, knowing the cold would sink into her paws in a much unpreferable way. Her gaze wandered between them, to the small river and beyond to the sky. It had once again blessed them with the lovely snow, the season of healing and rejuvenation.

She watched birds fly overhead, a cardinal land in a tree in the far distance, and she ached to try and follow the scent of it, for the thrill of the chase. It was so wonderfully quiet, except for the occasional crackle of the ice on the grass and trees. What a lovely morning. Her gaze drifted down, and oh! There they were! She had almost forgotten about their joy and wonder. Opening her mouth, she shouted across the ice. "It's ice, bluekit!" she shuddered as a small chill came over her, thick fur fluffing up, tail wrapping tighter around herself.

"You have to go slow, or you'll go slipping and sliding like Pricklekit!" she called, waving her paws around in emphasis before tucking them back where they would be warm. Their discovery was so wonderful. They would be discovering for the rest of their lives. Wasn't that beautiful? Passionflower certainly thought so. She watched them, unconcerned of any harm their antics on the ice may cause.

I could always try again tomorrow (try again tomorrow)

 

[Bravekit Bravekit]

┅┅ Bravekit toddled out of the nursery and towards the commotion on the river. His paws were finally starting to feel stable under his small frame, though there was still a lot he had to learn about being alive. Being cold was new to him, and he didn't much care for it. He'd asked his mother, but her explanation had largely flown over his head, which only distressed him more. Snow had come along with the cold, and he was at least able to parse that snow was like rain, but worse. It stuck to his kitten fluff and made it harder to walk around. Rain was just... wet. Snow was wet and cold.

But ice, ice he had not yet encountered. He followed the sound of Passionflower's voice, toward the mysterious ice and the sound of other kits' laughter. He watched as Bluekit and Pricklekit slipped along the frozen surface of the river he'd only ever known as wet and moving and loud. It was, in that moment, none of those things. Fascinating.

He peered up at Passionflower.

"Ice,"

he repeated the word. Taking one daring step forward, he pressed a paw experimentally against the foreign surface. It was cold! He yelped and backed away, content to settle beside Passionflower's side rather than exploring further.

"Where river?"

He asked, brows knit together in confusion.


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aint it kinda strange ? maybe im just strange

• ooc — he's just a little guy
• ┅ he/him
  ┅ chocolate ticked tabby with low white and copper eyes
  ┅ 2 moons, ages every 16th
  ┅ son of warmglow, brother of dawnkit
  ┅
  "speech"
  , thoughts, attempted action

 

[Passionflower Passionflower]

PASSIONFLOWER ── .❇ riverclam | weaver

Passionflower looked down at the small kitten with a soft smile, she swears they just keep getting younger and younger! Should he even be away from his mother's belly? The she-cat wouldn't take away any opportunity for discovery, however, and opened her maw to explain."That's right, it's ice." Passionflower moved her large tail around him, pulling him close to her side, thinking for a second that his small body would surely get cold after too long out here.

The thought distracted her for a moment too long, an extended pause that was just a bit more than it should be. "The river turned into ice. It got so cold that it froze." there, a simple enough explanation. She ought to not complicate it, that would be far too much for someone who was just learning to walk! He can learn the complexities later, he is sure to see many more moons of ice and frost in his future.

Oh! She jolted, realizing a crucial fact she had almost forgotten! No need to scare the poor thing, after all! She didn't know if he was old enough to understand the importance of things like water and the river yet, but best for him to know now, rather than make assumptions later! "It will turn into water again once it gets warmer," she hastily added on, nodding to herself, glad that she had thought of that. Goodness knows the amount of times she had accidentally scared young ones by forgetting to tell them something like that! Ha!

I could always try again tomorrow (try again tomorrow)

 

[Dawnkit]

DAWNKIT
HE/HIM
2 MOONS
RIVERCLAN KIT
SPEECH | THOUGHTS | PHYSICAL

PENNED BY PLOT

Dawnkit followed his brother, staring first with wide eyes at the frozen river, and then with even wider eyes at Passionflower.

"So cold it froze?" he echoed, his voice trembling. He and Bravekit had been so cold lately, even when snuggling up to Warmglow.

"If... If we get too cold will we freeze like the river?" he asked in horror.

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[Bravekit Bravekit]

┅┅ Bravekit allowed Passionflower to curl her tail around him, adjusting to make room for his brother in case he was cold. He listened to her explanation with a small frown, eyeing the ice. So it was the river, just... different. How strange! He wanted to touch it again, to search for some sign of its previous form, but he didn't want his paws to get cold again. So instead, he remained tightly against Passionflower's side.

It wasn't until Dawnkit spoke up that his eyes widened anxiously.

"Us? Freeze?"

He looked to his brother, thinking of cold nights tucked together against their mother's belly.

"Mother freeze?"

He at least had his family's warmth to protect him, but Warmglow was so much bigger than them! Who was protecting her? Then, he remembered what Passionflower said about the river turning into water again.

"That's okay, right? We can turn into water again?"

No, that didn't seem right. He wasn't water, nor were his kin, but he didn't have quite the right words. He frowned, frustrated and confused.


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aint it kinda strange ? maybe im just strange

• ooc —
• ┅ he/him
  ┅ chocolate ticked tabby with low white and copper eyes
  ┅ 2 moons, ages every 16th
  ┅ son of warmglow, brother of dawnkit
  ┅
  "speech"
  , thoughts, attempted action

 

[Quartzkit]

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Quartzkit was still rather new to the clan, only having been found a few days ago. She hadn't spoken much yet, mostly upset over her mother. Upon hearing Pricklekit's shout, she came to investigate. Her short pale fur nearly blended into the ice as she wandered closer to the sound of laughter. She wanted to know what was going on, of course. A silent pawstep on the ice, followed by a not so silent yelp at how cold it was. "Brr-" she hissed at the ice. Passionflower's explanation came just as she was going to ask. How convenient!

"My mama said that it gets real cold to make us appreesh-ate the warm," she chimed in, looking between Bravekit and Dawnkit. She decided to test out the ice again, managing to get all four paws on it. A little unsteady, she shuffled toward the middle a bit.