PAFP Prompt Event That's Nice, What A Metaphoric Fall 𖤓 Idle Curiosity

[Dawnkit ☀︎'s icon Dawnkit ☀︎ Dawnkit ☀︎]

Dawnkit​

status: Curious​

She sits and stares at the warrior she has been watching all day. She does that sometimes. Watches a random warrior. She can't leave camp but she can watch them leave. This one she watches is Brownfur. "Hello." She speaks once he is close enough for her to be heard without shouting. "So like...What do ya do? When you leave camp?" And would he indulge her idle curiosity. The apprentices and adults got to be free. Still trapped to the territory but no longer confined to camp. One day that would be her, but for now...for now she would live vicariously through the other's. Or at least anyone who would talk to her about it.

"Is it fun?" She tilts her head at him. Some cats came back with scars, talk of battle. That didn't sound fun, but then again, neither was being stuck in camp. But which was worse she wondered. She spent a lot of time wondering. And rarely did she get all the answers she wanted. Too young they said. But that was ok. One day she wouldn't be. One day they wouldn't be able to use that excuse.

and every step i choose to take begins to set the world aflame

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  DAWNKIT She/Her A cinnamon tortie point with large paws and anger in her veins. She is highly protective of her siblings and is strangely distrustful of anyone that isn't family, possibly stemming from her mother's paranoia.
  
  𖤓 Kit of Thunderclan
  𖤓 Sister to Fawnkit and ???
  𖤓 2 moons; ages on the 1st of every month (updated 9/20/2025)
  𖤓 speech thought action
  𖤓 peaceful/healing powerplay permitted
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[BROWNFUR 𓄋]

Brownfur has spent much of his day watching, too. His morning had begun with plucking a bird from the freshkill pile and sitting a good distance away with it. The sun had risen from it's milky horizon and slowly inched its way above their heads, and somehow not a single feather had been pulled from his meal. Brownfur enjoyed the sight of mundane life as it filtered out from the dens and shrubs. Warriors taking their apprentices along with them, few groaning in complaint and others chattering excitedly. Some of them returned with prey and some with mussied fur and dirty paws. It was all different, and yet the same, time stretching in each corner of their little forest.

A tiny voice broke his attention away. Small, but promise for something greater and grander as he saw potential for her size in her paws. Much like how his own were as a kit, flailing them about and uncaring for the weight they held. She asked of what laid beyond the quarry, what these tasked paws did to the lands they traveled and claimed ownership of. Brownfur paused for a moment and looked down as if just now realizing his prey had been there all morning.

"Was it fun when you left the nursery the first time?" The Ranger meowed in his low, gentle voice. He gave some pause for Dawnkit to answer. "Is it still fun now?" The tom had been one of many travels and impossible distances before seeing the Colony and the Clans. His mind still wandered when his body remained still, thinking of where the endless trails had taken him. It was all fixed here, though. Proper paths and steady life as long as the gears kept moving in time. "You do what your deputy and leader ask, if you think that is fun." Which to Brownfur, was delightfully enjoyable.

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• 𓄋 thunderclan ranger
  𓄋 father to flutterstep
  𓄋 staunchly stoic

 

[FALSEKIT]

"Following orders isn't fun." Falsekit's quiet voice piped up, and the fawn tortoiseshell followed its cue. The child had little experience with the customs of Thunderclan, but even they knew that there existed turmoil whenever Serpentberry or any of the other queens told them what to do. You're not my mother. You don't have any power over me. No cat does, really. But, they had to play nice. If they did not, then they would surely end up like their mother, somehow. "But we do it anyways. Sort of like eating and breathing. I feel like leaving camp is the same thing. Boring, probably." They continued, their tone a constant drone more than organic sentences flowing forth, as though the prattle of crickets wafting into the night air. Whiskers twitched as they briefly turned their attention towards Dawnkit, from whom that terribly simple question had been uttered from. What kind of question is that? Fun is... Well, it's weird. It doesn't have a definition like other things do. It depends on... things. "Am I right?" Greyish-blue eyes then turned to Brownfur, as if he searched for some indication of validation, as if the search for it lustered upon their pearl-smooth countenance. Though they hated it so, they knew that adults were the rulers of the world that now constrained their feeble form. Getting their approval would be best, a clever yet childish mind proposed.

SUNSHINE IS FAR, CLOUDS LINGER ON

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EVERYTHING I POSSESSED, NOW THEY ARE GONE

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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 & 02 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.

 

[Webpaw]

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https://www․purrgatory.net/Plot_Twists/info?=Webpaw

Webpaw looked up at Falsekit's comment - she'd been sitting near enough to the conversation to overhear.

"No way," she mewed. "Leaving camp is fun. Juniperstar and Owlbark and your mentors might give you instruction, but there's so much out there! More room to run and hunt and fight and stuff." Her chest puffed out. "Plus, once you're old enough to be an apprentice, like me, you can have your own nest and everything!"

"And," she whispered conspiratorially, "When I was a kit, I snuck out of camp. And I got this cool scar from it!" Her torn ear flicked as she made the comment.

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OOC: Bad Influence McGee over here...

ThunderClan Apprentice
10 moons || she/her
SPEECH || THOUGHTS​

 

[Thornkit]

"You won't find me doing nothing but following orders all day." Thornkit grumbled as he joined the conversation, not far behind Falsekit. He eyed the warrior with a mix of disdain and suspicion. Who could be content with a mundane life, doing day in and day out what was ordered of them to do? That would make someone little more than something akin to an ant, marching along in a line. Worse, it'd be boring. He'd rolled his eyes when Falsekit made it sound like some sort of ultimatum, to obey orders, and though Thornkit had never found himself fond of Webpaw, her words had him leaning in to hear what she had to say.

"Hm... I don't think I'd want a scar out of it, but what I'd give outside of that to get out of this place." Thornkit mused, gaze drifting from the apprentice's torn ear to his own well-maintained pelt. No, a foray out into the forest might not be worth marring his beauty - Juniperstar should be glad that the kit's vanity outweighed his trouble-making tendencies. "Really, you'd think it'd be boring? Anything would be better than having to run circles in this camp." He turned back to Falsekit, openly appalled at his brother's complacency.

THORNKIT—he/him + 02 moons
ThunderClan kit
NPC ♡ NPC | adopted by Serpentberry
Brother to Falsekit, Faithkit
Mate to N/A | Father to N/A
Mentored by N/A | Mentoring N/A

penned by Archivist

 

[BROWNFUR 𓄋]

Brownfur should have expected that with the presence of one kit meant more were quick to follow behind. Falsekit spoke with a bit more wisdom than one nursed from the quarry walls, of course. This one was of Serpentberry's new brood, plucked from unfortunate fate and brought to ThunderClan instead. Though the memories may have faded, they knew of what laid beyond the ravine. They had seen it, once, tasted and scented it. Felt plush grasses beneath their paws only to find cracked stone instead.

"Knowing your purpose is it's own fulfillment." Brownfur answered Flasekit's question, evading what he probably wanted to hear. Not intentionally, Brownfur only spoke the truth from his mind. Following orders gave purpose, completing a mission gave praise and reputation to reliability. It was always the correct path, and if he never strayed from directive, than he rarely found himself in the wrong. It was how he met Her all those moons ago, of course. How he had been gifted with his little Flutterstep.

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• ooc:
• 𓄋 thunderclan ranger
  𓄋 father to flutterstep
  𓄋 staunchly stoic