𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 The camp is quiet, most of its inhabitants beginning to wind down from their late afternoon activities and preparing for nightfall. Wind whistles through reeds only occasionally, but as the sun lowers toward the horizon, a chill seeps into each cutting sweep of the breeze. Pricklekit feels it brush past their dense coat, but the cold doesn't manage to penetrate their fur. They feel fine in spite of it, but they also feel… a bit bored today. Typically, they're fine with lying around and not doing much—in fact, they prefer lazy evenings to anything else. Now, though, they have a better idea of how to spend their time than napping.
A newly-familiar figure catches their eye across camp, and after only a moment's hesitation the kit bounds over to her. "Ak—Warmglow!" They call out to the pointed molly, padding over and aiming to bump their fluffy forehead against her leg in greeting. She isn't a well-known clanmate, having only recently gotten a warrior name in the first place, but Pricklekit has never cared about familiarity. Every clanmate is their friend! "Y'got a thorn… yeah, in your paw," they explain, gesturing to her paw, which very clearly does not have anything stuck in it. "An' I'm gonna fix it, 'cause I'm the medicine cat now, 'kay? Just stand still." With that, the kit trots over to a tuft of foliage that pokes through the dirt, standing strong and green despite the chill in the air. They pluck a few leaves before returning to Warmglow's side, offering two different leaves to her. "Which one d'you think will work better? This one… or this one?" They point to a small rounded leaf first, then a thin spiky one.
A newly-familiar figure catches their eye across camp, and after only a moment's hesitation the kit bounds over to her. "Ak—Warmglow!" They call out to the pointed molly, padding over and aiming to bump their fluffy forehead against her leg in greeting. She isn't a well-known clanmate, having only recently gotten a warrior name in the first place, but Pricklekit has never cared about familiarity. Every clanmate is their friend! "Y'got a thorn… yeah, in your paw," they explain, gesturing to her paw, which very clearly does not have anything stuck in it. "An' I'm gonna fix it, 'cause I'm the medicine cat now, 'kay? Just stand still." With that, the kit trots over to a tuft of foliage that pokes through the dirt, standing strong and green despite the chill in the air. They pluck a few leaves before returning to Warmglow's side, offering two different leaves to her. "Which one d'you think will work better? This one… or this one?" They point to a small rounded leaf first, then a thin spiky one.
- ooc: @Warmglow
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PRICKLEKIT ˚𓆛˚｡ they/them, kit of riverclan
✼ 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