Camp SUN ON THE HORIZON 🐝 mouse in camp

[HONEYCOMBKIT HONEYCOMBKIT]

The sun beats down for yet another day and Honeycomb finds themself bored once more. Mossball does not sound interesting today, her siblings had appeared busy when she had briefly glanced over, and not to mention the fact that it was hot again. Ugh…! Being bored sucks, but having no ideas on how to cure it sucks even more… For now, Honeycomb lays near a tunnel, head rested upon their paws and tail lazily slapping the ground behind them; they relish the cooler air that the tunnel sometimes brings.

A squeaking draws Honeycombs attention from the ground below to around them, head jerking up from their paws. Its midday, so most warriors are either just now returning or still out on patrol, so it couldn't have been one of them… Maybe another kit? Ugh! When she finds them, shes gonna chuck the soggiest piece of moss she could find at them for interrupting her brief daydreaming. She rises to her paws, and the slight breeze in the air shifts. Something uncommon, yet so familiar to her wafts over her nose and she freezes, claws unsheathing. What was that…? She begins to turn slowly…

Out of the tunnel bursts forth a mouse. It skitters under their paws and they're quick to rear back in shock. What in the world was a mouse doing here!? No matter… It gives them something to do, after all! Honeycomb throws themself in to action, legs hurriedly trying to catch up with the much smaller creature, zipping across camp.

SO WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO ♡ WHEN THE WORLD DON'T ORBIT AROUND YOU

• panicked mouse in camp!! :D roll a d20, and any roll higher than 18 will catch the mouse!!
  
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  HONEYCOMBKIT ♡
  
  ( kitten of windclan )​
  ❥ small but stocky ticked chocolate tabby mink w/high white
  ❥ sweetnose x honeyflower; sibling to lotuskit & bunnykit
  ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed & welcomed
  ❥ penned by chuff
  
  "speech"

 

[Finchkit Finchkit]

————————— There might be something outside your window. ✦

The kitten had flung herself flat against the ground, trying to leech any semblance of cooler ground to soothe the burning heat that clung to her pelt. A little tongue stuck out as her tail whipped against the ground. "It's too hooooooooot." The kitten whined, trying to paw at her face like disturbing her fur would release some heat. "When's it gonna be Leafbare? I want snoooow." She rolled on her back, grumbling as much as a tiny kitten could, tongue still lolling about.

Her eyes were caught by Honeycombkit, jerking suddenly from the sound of... Something? 'What, what is that?' She pushed herself to a sort of sitting position, tail stuck awkwardly under her legs. "Whatcha found, Honeycomb?" Tilting her head, trying to peer back without moving, where she sat. Only leading her to lose her balance and tumble over to her side, near enough to how she was lying initially. She sighed.

Until.

"A mouse!" Finchy squealed with joy, watching the thing skitter across camp. She didn't wait for Honeycomb as she made chase for the thing, she managed to dart about halfway across camp before spectaularly tumbling over her own paws and getting a mouthful of dust. "Pffth- Bleugh! Someon- pfffth- Get that mouse!!!" She squeaked betwen trying to get the dust from out of her mouth, spluttering around her words.

———————— But you'll just....

Never know. —————————

• ooc - Finchy fumbled and rolled a 2 smdh
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  Finchkit
  ✦—Windclan kit | 2 moons
  ✦—She/Her
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A small creme tabby with a long bushy tail and wide owly eyes.
  #F5A837
  
  ⤷ Written by Phoenix ​

 

[Swiftwatcher]

SWIFTWATCHER OF WINDCLAN

Swiftwatcher jumped as a blur of tiny paws zipped past him, startled into a loud, jovial laugh. His yellow eyes lit up as he spotted his granddaughter, Finchkit, tearing across camp like a tiny whirlwind, chasing after... Wait... was that a mouse?! It was. And Finchkit's triumphant, if wildly inaccurate, yowl of " Someon- pfffth- Get that mouse!! " confirmed it.

Swiftwatcher blinked. Then grinned. Well, why not? This was turning into an excellent bit of impromptu training. " Goodness me! A mouse, a mouse in our house! " he yowled dramatically, springing up as if the sky itself had fallen. His voice echoed across camp, inviting every kit within earshot to join the chaos. " Whoever is brave enough to catch this skittering menace? Step forth! " With exaggerated focus, he dropped into a crouch and lunged, all long limbs and trailing tail, making a decent show of chasing the mouse, but not enough to actually catch it. That joy belonged to the kits. He was just the opening act.

He missed on purpose, of course, barely!!, and landed belly-first on the dusty ground, limbs sprawled out in utter theatrical defeat. He flopped to his side with a dramatic groan. " Too fast...! Far too fast for an old tom like me! " he gasped, eyes glinting even as he lay vanquished. Then, with a raised paw, he beckoned to the kits nearby. " Grandchildren! Kits! You must bundle your strength, your wits, your tiny paws and catch it together! " he declared. " For the honor of WindClan! For the dignity of our den! For the mouse who dared defy us! "

I'll be your light, your match, your burning sun ——･ﾟ✦​

･ﾟ✦ —— I'll be the bright, in black that's making you run

 

[sassafraschill]

SASSAFRASCHILL, 31 moons / windclan moor-runner
a pale blue tabby with scraggly fur and a large shoulder scar
sister to honey, mate and parent to none
a scrappy cowboy who feels he has something to prove. stupidly stubborn with hotheaded tendencies.
Tagging person here

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A panicked mouse skittering through the clearing on a hot day sounded like a mess to pad into- which is exactly what Sassafras had thought as he saw the scene. Honeycombkit tossed their body with untrained precision, Finchkit rolled head over paws, and Swift tried to make this some sort of lesson for the nursery to practice from. "Ain't right, playin' w'food." Sassafras scowled in his disagreement as he watched the poor thing roll over itself to escape the eyes of pouncing cats.

"Petrified prey don't taste as good, y'know. Just put it out it's misery, skies sake." Sassafras slammed a paw down as he scurried his way but veered off in the last heartbeat as his paw made contact with the dusty earth. The silver tabby grumbled something to himself, tail twitching in annoyance.

//rolled an 11!

 

[lotuskit lotuskit]

[ ALSO ROLLED A 2 </3 ]

"Do you know what snow is, Finchkit?" Lotuskit appears entirely unbothered by the heat, though even she longs for the breeze to finally roll through the moorlands. While she isn't speaking allowed about her discontent, it exposes itself in the way she leans off of one paw and onto another, and then back again, as if the ground is too warm for her pink pads. She ticks her gaze curiously towards the other kitten, but before she can get a proper answer, her sibling is righting themself and - what? "A mouse?" Her incredulousness matches Finchkit's excitement, if only for a moment.

Honeycombkit takes off, and while Finchkit is hot on their tail, they seem to fumble their steps and tumble away. Swiftwatcher falls over dramatically, likely scaring the mouse back towards Lotuskit. Sassafraschill is muttering something nearby, but even he can't slap his claws down fast enough. The blue furred kitten squeals as it barrels towards her, and instead of attempting to catch it, she flees. She huddles herself right beneath her uncles tail, ignoring that the fluff makes the heat worse. "Will someone catch that thing!?"

 

[Solacewhisper]

♰ Solacewhisper knew very well that it was unreasonable to expect every cat to adhere to his particular set of morals, but lifting his head from the shade of the tunnel entrance he dozed in to witness a bunch of youths (and elders) blunder about chasing a terrified rodent around camp was a cause for concern. The high-pitched squeaking was enough to make her stomach turn a little, as she rose to her feet to find the zipping mouse as it careened around everyone feet.

"I'm inclined to agree," he sighed with a side glance toward Sassafraschill. It was a rare phenomenon for the two to find themselves on common ground, though Sassafras's effort to actually catch the thing left a bit to be desired, in Solace's opinion. Swiftwatcher seemed to value the creature more as a game-ified lesson for the kittens than the small life it was, and they hated to be the rain upon their game but...

She flicked her paw out as the mouse turned another nearby corner and caught it between the earth and her claws, lunging forward to deliver it to the Nether with a swift bite to its neck. "Even foolish mice deserve gentle deaths, kittens, I will advise you against tormenting your prey, it's gone forth to allow you to live another day." They cut their chidings short to offer the kill to the small gaggle of kittens gathered, "Anyway. You all may eat it, enjoy the fruits of your hunt..."

♰ THERE IS NO BAD. THERE IS NO GOOD. I DRANK ALL THE BLOOD I COULD.

• ooc: rolled a 19! woooo! (sorry for ruining ur fun kiddos hes a stickler abt respecting ur prey)
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  ♰ solacewhisper - windclan tunneller - 36 moons - she/they/he - parent of temperancepaw charitypaw and justice. a handsome stranger with a ghost-filled past, a longhaired fawn point with a slight build that looks soft around the edges despite the hardships of clan life. their dark blue eyes have an unnerving, too-watchful quality to them.
  
  - solace seems relatively polite, if cagey around questions of his life before his arrival and upset by perceived disrespect. in any case, he's patient with children and those with... difficult personalities and stays relatively mellow when faced with clan drama. she is prone to moodiness and somewhat odd, morbid behaviors, but does not advertise their lifelong devotion to an old god of death.
  
  - speech in "A87C7C" , attack in underline, penned by eezy
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