PAFP Camp SOMETHING FOR YOUR MIND ☆ kitten games

[dancingkit dancingkit]

Today, Dancingkit's battle partner is Primrosekit. They don't think shes ever played warriors before, but that's okay. They like to think of themself as a good teacher, maybe even the bestest teacher (and one day they'll be the bestest warrior and mentor Thunderclan has ever seen)! They puff out their chest, standing before Primrosekit with a tired flick of a rounded ear.

"Rules… Are simple, okay?" they reassure her, just incase shes having doubts. They know they don't like to learn very many new games cause of confusing rules. "You can be the warrior, I wanna be a bear this time… So all you gotta do is beat me. Um… Your name can be Primrosestar so you can have a lot of lives. Like Loonstar." they're not quite sure how all that works, but they heard the hushed whispers of their ma and pa whenever the two thought they weren't listening. Dancingkit may be sleepy, but they're not… not aware of the grown up talk. "And… Anyone else who wants to play can be apart of your clan."

They lower themself to the ground, their tail wagging back and forth as they stare at her. "Raaaah!" they surge upwards to their hind legs, standing up and waving their paws around even if their movements are sluggish. They fully intend to let Primrosekit win, knowing that its not very nice to beat a younger kit. You've got to let others win sometimes, Dancingkit, or else they'll get bored, their mothers voice echoes in the back of their mind and they scrunch their nose. "I'm a bear...! I'm going to eat you, Primrosestar!" and then they hurriedly tack on, just in case they scare the younger kit, "But not really!"

LIGHT IS ON THE WAY ♡ WE'LL BE HAVING A FUN TIME

• pls wait for @primrosekit !
  
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• DANCINGKIT ♡
  
  ( kitten of thunderclan )​
  ❥ small kitten with tired brown eyes & a short tail
  ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ❥ penned by chuff, tags
  
  "speech"

 

[primrosekit]

Being such a young kit, Primrosekit's playmates rarely deviate from her own kin. This amplifies the assumptions of her denmates - the other queens, the older kits, their kin when they stop in for a visit. More often than not, the young molly sees each in their own intangible light. The older kits, alone, are often regarded as heroes of sorts. It's happened more than once where one has saved her from a particularly nasty fall, after all!

And so when Dancingkit invites her to play, the molly grows excited! She can't offer the other the words to convey this, but she hops on the tips of her toes and follows the older kitten... perhaps too quickly. Dancingkit lays out the rules simply: Primrosekit is now a leader, like Loonstar, with many lives (whatever that means.) And Dancingkit is... a bear. (Whatever that means.) They rear up, swinging their paws in a manner the black smoke kitten has never seen before. Dancingkit says, "I'm going to eat you!" and then quickly adds, "But not really!" and it is then that Primrosekit thinks she understands the game.

On unsteady paws, the wordless kitten bounds towards danger, paws outstretched to try and clasp Dancingkit around the neck in a (pun intended) bear-hug of sorts. She lets out a battle cry, cutting it short by then trying to gnaw on Dancingkit's kitten fat on their cheek.

 

[Pineconekit]

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⸙ PINECONEKIT ⸙

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Pineconekit watches the young kittens from afar, her paws itching to move. She used to play like this with the other kittens, she used to have fun. But then everything changed and she didn't play with anyone anymore.

And yet... why does she feel such envy, looking at those small kittens play? She watches them rear up, she listens to them howl like predators and warriors, their small claws outstretching and slashing at their opponent. Is she really all that different from them? Or are they just like her, only... not bound by their own emotions?

Pineconekit watches the kittens from afar and she wishes she could join them. Tears well in her eyes as she realizes she misses playing with the other kittens and Cedarsnap. Ever since her dads left, she has not played with anyone. She has been too angry with the world to play and too sad to seek out others. But now she wishes these two would ask her to play with them - it looked... fun. Pineconekit hasn't had fun in so long.

The dark tabby sits, watching her peers, as tears fall down her cheeks silently. She wishes, but does not move.

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☘︎ OOC: Invite her to play with you :( ​

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[FALSEKIT]

Like Pineconekit, Falsekit found himself at the margins of the mock-fight between Dancingkit and Primrosekit. Unlike her timid denmate, Falsekit found herself... deterred by the raucous symphony of "Primrosestar" and "the bear." Sly stare narrowed, almost serpentine, as the fawn tortoiseshell's gaze followed the furious battle. Dancingkit proclaimed themselves a great bear, rearing up like they bestowed all their furor and might, though they only remained a child. I wonder if they actually believe what they say that they are. They would be stupid, then. There only existed a vague sense of annoyance, a thin thread of an undercurrent in an already-tumultuous mind. Greyish-blue eyes traveled towards the errant Pineconekit, with the brown tabby sitting aside from her nurserymates, as if she were some object waiting to be fetched for further use. What are you waiting for? He could do away with the waterworks, finding the whole display rather mawkish, almost perfectly designed to dredge up sympathy from the deep swamp of the heart. "Pineconekit. Why don't you join them?" Falsekit mewed plainly, fictitious brows knitted along fey features. The question came not out of concern, but of undistilled curiosity. There must be a reason why she would not - or could not - join the other two kittens. This was much more fascinating than whatever banal pretend-game his nurserymates humored.

SUNSHINE IS FAR, CLOUDS LINGER ON

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EVERYTHING I POSSESSED, NOW THEY ARE GONE

• OOC. IC opinions!
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  NOTE: This is a very loose reference until I can draw a more accurate reference. <3​
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  FALSEKIT & 04 MOONS

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  —— Agender / Any Pronouns & Gendered Terms
  —— Kitten of Thunderclan / Adopted by Serpentberry / Biological sibling to Faithkit & Thornkit
  —— A shorthaired fawn tortoiseshell with medium-high white and greyish-blue eyes. Walks with a confident, almost unassuming posture. Talks with a calm and collected voice, and one much too mature for their age.
  —— Outwardly, Falsekit is an affable and polite cat with natural charisma. Within the controlled walls of their own making, they are a skeptical and nihilistic soul, often going about in life in accordance to their own morbid curiosity.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

 

[Faithkit]

FAITHKIT

A BOUQUET OF BRAMBLES

SHE/HERx THUNDERCLAN KITx 05 MOONS​

☆ A sickly fawn cream tortoiseshell with low white
☆ Adopted child of Serpentberry, littermates with Falsekit and Thornkit
☆ penned by Juice↛ Ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.​

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A disgruntled yawn leaves your maw as you peer out from the entrance of the nursery. The battle cry left from Primrosekit perturbed your already sensitive ears, you have always been a light sleeper. Lately more so given the anticipation of wanting to hear from your star adorned guardian. Stretching with a smaller yawn to follow you stumble out into the cold, blinking in disbelief at the sight before you. Dancingkit didn't seem to in any trouble at least, you doubted Primrosekit's fangs could do any real damage if she wanted it to.

"Is she winning?" Your gaze moves to Pineconekit and Falsekit, you can trust the latter to inform you of any goings on that you may have been missing in your naps. The former though seems to well with tears, you frown at the sight unsure if your littermate was the cause of this or if this was a self brought issue. "We could join them together" you offer to her as you raise your paw to wipe the sleep from your eyes. Grimacing at the way your nose burns from the cold winds that greet you. "I think that... bear might be attacking back soon" You had started to gather bits and pieces of the game being laid out in front of you, even in your sleepy state.

 

[Nettlekit]

NETTLEKIT
THEY/HE
2 MOONS
THUNDERCLAN KIT
SPEECH | THOUGHTS | PHYSICAL

PENNED BY PLOT

Nettlekit watched as their sister play-fought with the other kit, his gaze going back and forth between them. The voices of Falsekit and Faithkit drew his attention, and he saw them talking to Pineconekit - the other kit always seemed so sad, though the long-furred kitten was too young to fully understand why.

He took one more look back to Dandelionkit and Primrosekit before padding to the other three kits.

"I..." he squeaked. "I can join too! I can be Pinecone's deputy or... well, maybe I can be like their Rowanfeather! Healer, or something..." He looked around and spotted a dead leaf sticking from the snow. He grabbed it gingerly with his teeth and stuck it on Pineconekit's head.

"All better! You can go fight the bear now! I healed you!"

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OOC:

 

[Pineconekit]

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Pineconekit didn't want others to notice her, didn't want them to see her cry. But suddenly, it feels like she's being crowded, with older and younger kittens alike, all talking and asking her questions.

She swallows a hiccuped sob, wiping her tears away. "I.. I guess." she asnwers Faithkit, the older kitten looking at her strangely. She wants to glare at her, tell her off for judging Pineconekit for her tears, but decides against it - Faithkit was being nice after all.

And then little Nettlekit arrives, small and helpless and... and he sees her tears streaked cheeks as well. "It's okay, Nettle." she sniffles bravely, not wanting to scare the little one away. But the kitten is undettered by her and instead decides to... well to heal her, in the only way he knows how to. "T-thank you..." she licks the top of Nettlekit's head.

Finally, she stands up on her paws, still unsure of whether she won't be too much if she joins, but feeling a little braver than before. "Let's go then."

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☘︎ OOC: n/a​

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