Open Camp sweet and shy | first senses

[oleanderkit]

Scent, taste, and feel are the first tools that Oleanderkit is equipped with upon arriving into the world. The scent of his mother's fur, warm and reassuring, would be a familiar comfort that he will seek for the rest of his life. The taste of milk as he nurses throughout the day, sweet and nurturing, soon to be replaced by the juicy blood of fresh prey. The feeling of his siblings thin pelts alongside him, the squirming bodies that occasionally strike with small needle-claws. It is all he knows - all he is content to know. There is nothing else for him to yearn for, until today.

Today, the kitten is gifted with something new. Over the course of a couple of days, his eyes began to gradually open, starting off with teary little glimpses and squeezed blinks. This morning, instinctively, he feels the urge in his muscles to open them once more; this time, it is a grander development than usual. Though small, his eyes open as much as they can, taking in this new sense - sight. The world is blurry around him, but nonetheless mesmerizing to a first-timer. A soft light flickers into the nursery, hazy and gentle, illuminating the green moss beneath his paws.

His paws - is that what they look like, those tools made for kicking and shoving to get to the favored part of mother's belly? They are pale, striped with a dusty pink, much too small to hold him just yet. What about his siblings' paws, then.. do they look just like his? Oleanderkit's head, still wobbly with weight, turns wavily as he crawls around the nest to take a peak at his blurry siblings. Five fuzzballs raise their heads and rest next to him, perhaps learning about the world at the same pace as him, or before him, or after. One brown with dark stripes; one black adorned with gold; one chocolate with pristine freckles; one cream with leg-like stripes waving down their spine. And one, so similar to him, white and grey - the two palest of the litter, the two most delicate.

With a slow crane upward, Oleanderkit then catches a glimpse of their lifegiver, who looks back down at him with awe. Just like him, she is as light as the rays of sun peering into the nursery, with olive eyes much bigger than his own. The kitten blinks, mouth agape with wonder, but - overwhelmed by the newness of everything - he lets out a small squeak and squeezes his baby-blue eyes shut again, letting his face fall against his mother in an attempt to find that darkness once more.

Could the world really be bigger than this?

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OLEANDERKIT he/him, shadowclan kit 00 moons old.
a short, well-groomed pale feline with a lilac overcoat and grey stripes
mentored by none // mentoring none
littermate to elderkit, deathberrykit, goldenrodkit, maggotkit, and centipedekit
half-sibling to cloudberrypaw, mistletoepaw, and hemlockpaw
CICADABUZZ x WISTERIASTRIKE // father/mother to none // mated to none
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[Maggotkit]

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MAGGOTKIT

Maggotkit was extremely unhappy with the changes happening to it. Sometimes, through the constant darkness, its eyelids would shift slightly, to let bright painful light hit its eyes. It did not know that the goal was to see, the darkness was familiar and safe, comforting in its never-changing state. The light , on the other paw, was unpredictable, changing constantly, hurting its eyes whenever it managed to hit it.

Until one day, when Maggotkit's eyes opened fully - and it could see the world. This was not necessarily a welcome thing, the world around Maggotkit big and scary, and it cowered in fear. The shapes wriggling around it seemed to move closer and closer and Maggotkit shook, until it smelled the familiar scent of its siblings - the faint scent of milk reminded Maggotkit of its hunger and it turned to where it knew the source of its food would be.

The sight before it was the first good thing about opening its eyes - its mother, Wisteriastrike, looked down at her children, and Maggotkit couldn't help but stare in wonder at the big she-cat. Everything about her was familiar in a sense a child like Maggotkit couldn't fathom, but welcomed nonetheless. Her fur, pale, yet not too bright as to be painful, her eyes green like the moss beneath Maggotkit and her belly, the source of warm milk.

Maggotkit crawled towards its mother, hungry for both the liquid and mother's warmth. While drinking, it closed its eyes, but opened them back up again when its belly was filled. As long as it could look at its mother, it did not mind this new unfamiliar change in its life after all.

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[Elderkit]

For the short time that Elderkit had been alive, he'd spent it putting in the minimum effort to keep himself afloat. He was aware of the five other tiny, squirming masses that rested next to him whenever he was conscious - and perhaps that extended to when he wasn't, as well, but that was far too big a thought for a new creature like him - that were instinctive competitors for the food and warmth of the body that offered them such. More often than not he was kicked by a stray, flailing limb, and he huddled away from it lest he be the mark of the inevitable next strike - and yet, when it mattered, when he was hungry, he pushed his way forth to find milk.

When the day came that Elderkit first blinked, blearily, open his kitten-blue eyes, it was also as if he became aware of the heart beating in his chest, the way it provided a solid rhythm that could lull him to sleep if he wasn't careful. He stared, a small shiver running up his spine that ended with a small sneeze. There was so much more now, and it was all so sudden. Colors left streaks in his vision as he slowly turned his head, taking in the sight and visages of the weights that were around him. More than that, the source of warmth and food was now visible, and Elderkit shrank into the nest beneath him as he tilted his head upward to try and take in all that his mother was. It was frightening, and Elderkit lowered his head to the mossy nest, letting out a small peep.

ELDERKIT—he/him + 00 moons
ShadowClan kit
Cicadabuzz ♡ Wisteriastrike
Littermate to Deathberrykit, Oleanderkit, Goldenrodkit, Centipedekit, Maggotkit | Brother to Cloudberrypaw, Mistletoepaw, Hemlockpaw
Mate to N/A | Father to N/A
Mentored by N/A | Mentoring N/A

penned by Archivist