Camp THE LUCKY ONES [ new kits ]

[willowburn]

(⏾) she holds the short-tailed blue and white kitten in her jaws, gripping her scruff gently. she had seemed the most tired of all four, the smallest, although as the warrior eyes the other three, she feels a pang of sympathy for their tiny legs. the lynx point had seemed the most awake, with her voice strong and body ready to get to safety. the other two seem to stumble along with dead expressions, their tiny chests heaving with effort. halfway through their trek home, the woman bends to offer her back for one to cling to, and they eagerly climb on. these kits seem about two moons, big enough that they would weigh heavy on her shoulders if not for their obvious malnutrition. as the familiar scent of riverclan's home arrives on the wind, the feline curls her tail around the bodies of the two walking, encouraging them forward. "armost pfhere," she mumbles gently.

parting the reeds, the odd five stumble into camp, and willowburn sets down the littlest kit, swiping a soft lick across her head. "welcome to riverclan, little ones," she murmurs, a soft purr rumbling in her chest as she watches the four gaze about with wide eyes. they seem apprehensive, but their stomachs grumble and their little paws ache, so she knows they'll soon adapt. "over there is the nursery, where i will make us a nest. i'm going to get you some food, okay?" she loathes to leave them, and so glances about for any other cat who would be willing to fetch a minnow or two for the starving kittens. stars, she remembers they don't even have names. "riverclan, these are..." verdant eyes flick to the four again, thinking. "bloomkit," the tiny dark pointed she-kit reminds her of night with a pang. "rumblekit," for her energy, her tenacity even in the face of fear. like smokewreath. "cloudkit," for her soft, puffy fur and white splashes. "and buckkit," the only tom, observant and centered like his namesake. "i found them abandoned by twolegs in the river. i will raise them as if my own."

the minute she says it, she knows it to be true. these four are hers now, as sure as if she'd birthed them herself. they will grow up knowing riverclan's kindness and never feel the fear of this section of their lives. her gaze flicks about, daring some cat to contradict her. "let's get you settled in, little ones."

WITH THE ECHOING HYMN ⏾ OF MY FELLOW PASSERINE

• // @bloomkit @RUMBLEKIT @Cloudkit @lokisaurus (buckkit) " #87874b"
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• WILLOWBURN
  ⏾ SHE / THEY. RIVERCLAN WARRIOR. 34 MOONS. PENNED BY LAVS.
  
  
  a lithe black smoke feline with ghost striping and leaf green eyes. long smoky fur dashed through with grey and white adorns her frame, sliced across by darker stripes that frame her face and legs. eyes like sage, brilliantly green, gaze with an intelligent look. she is scarred across the bridge of her angular nose.

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[Torrentpaw]

- TORRENTPAW -

Not some average bones, I believe in love!

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Torrentpaw's head swung towards the camp entrance as the reeds swayed, three unfamiliar shapes tumbling into camp at Willowburn's side, and a fourth swinging from the warrior's jaws. He tasted the air–the kits didn't have the scent of Riverclan, nor any other clan they were neighbors with. On his paws, Torrentpaw padded curiously towards them, his ears perking as he caught he tail end of Willowburn's mew regarding food.

"I'll get it!" Torrentpaw called towards her, spinning around and running towards the fresh-kill pile. Skidding to a halt as he reached the stash of fish, Torrentpaw nudged through the big ones and picked out a few minnows. They were reasonably sized, but still easy for a small kit to eat. Pulling them out with a claw before picking them up between his jaws, Torrentpaw padded briskly back to the group, just in time to hear the names Willowburn had given them and where she had found them.

The young tom set down the fish at their paws, offering the kits a warm smile as he looked them over quickly. They didn't seem to have any injuries, besides looking bony and half-starved.

"Those are great names," Torrentpaw began with a purr. "Welcome to Riverclan, my name's Torrentpaw." He then lifted a paw, nudging the minnows forward. "You four should eat up, and if you're still hungry after those, I'll fish you some more." He offered, before settling down onto his haunches.

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• Torrentpaw
  ‎ ‎ He/Him | Riverclan Apprentice
  
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  "speech" - text - thoughts
  
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  Mentored by Pineheart
  
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  A rosetted charcoal Bengal.
  
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  Has a sturdy build with a large head and paws, and short thick fur.
  
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  Holds a zealous and determined demeanor.
  
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  Usually seen with Squid

 

[lavenderpaw]

It's one of the last things Lavenderpaw expects - to see her aunt part her way into camp with four little tots more-or-less clinging to her. As morbid as it sounds, she can moreso believe the idea of Willowburn stumbling into camp with half of her tail gone. It wasn't that the molly wasn't maternal (quite the contrary; Lavenderpaw sometimes felt like Willowburn was better at being a mom than one of her own,) but moreso... who leaves kits to suffer in the wilderness? And then Willowburn says it - "Abandoned by twolegs." - and that's all Lavenderpaw needs to know.

Torrentpaw is quicker than her in providing each of the newly named kits a meal, but that doesn't stop the apprentice from trotting over in order to greet her new cousins. At least they're not gummy like Wavesong's lot... though she wishes they had a bit more heft to their frame. Ah, in due time. "Do you guys know what shells are?" Lavenderpaw hums, "I can find you some pretty ones to keep in your nests...! They're like... good luck charms. As long as you sleep with one, then you'll always have good luck!" It's a lie that she's pulled from her tail end, but the stars know that these kids need a little light in their lives.

 

[willowburn]

(⏾) torrentpaw approaches with a couple minnows swinging in his jaws and willowburn purrs appreciatively, bending to scoop the prey towards the kits. "eat, little ones," she murmurs, worry rolling in her stomach. they may have never eaten wild caught prey before, if the twoleg crafted nest she'd found them in is anything to go by. "torrentpaw is an excellent hunter." lavenderpaw pads up next, her green gaze soft and welcoming. willowburn flicks her tail in greeting, watching as her niece bends to speak to the newcomers.

it's nice to see the clan accepting the four with kindness. although pikestar hasn't met them yet, she's positive the softhearted man will usher the children in with warm paws. "that's true, lavvie," she replies to the girl, gaze glimmering. "many riverclan cats carry luck charms. i bet the ones lavenderpaw finds for you four will be the luckiest in the world." the kits seem slightly confused, a bit scared, and over all ready to nap for days. as they begin to eat, the warrior glances around for the medicine cats, thinking the kits possibly need someone to check them out before they sleep. "anyone see jinglemoon or rainpaw?" she asks the two apprentices, standing. "lav, would you fetch 'em for me?"

WITH THE ECHOING HYMN ⏾ OF MY FELLOW PASSERINE

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  WILLOWBURN ⏾ tags / toyhouse
  
  ⏾ genderfluid (she / they) / lesbian, mate of none
  ⏾ 35 moons old, ages realistically
  ⏾ warrior of riverclan
  ⏾ sibling to SMOKEWREATH
  ⏾ adoptive mother to BLOOMKIT, RUMBLEKIT, CLOUDKIT, BUCKKIT
  ⏾ mentoring CRESCENTPAW, BEEPAW / mentored by none
  ⏾ penned by LAVS / message lavendes on discord for plots!
  
  a lithe black smoke feline with ghost striping and leaf green eyes. long smoky fur dashed through with grey and white adorns her frame, sliced across by darker stripes that frame her face and legs. eyes like sage, brilliantly green, gaze with an intelligent look. she is scarred across the bridge of her angular nose.

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[Frostmoth]

Frostmoth frowns when he hears Willowburn proclaim the origin of the kits she brings home. Similar to him and Stormswirl. Though their mother had also rejected them, leaving them to stay in the shipyard while she sought sanctity elsewhere, it had been twolegs who abandoned and failed them both too. And although Willowburn and Smokewreath had not raised him and his sister, they had been similarly taken in by the pair. Frostmoth feels a small tug on his heart at the kindredness between them, but he does not speak on it.

Instead, he focuses on the kindness of his clanmates. Torrentpaw's offering of minnows to the hungry scraps of fur and Lavenderpaw's offering of trinkets and charms. Willowburn sends the latter to fetch the medicine cat and his apprentice, and Frostmoth approaches in turn but he is empty-pawed. The offering of minnows would have been the only thing he could have thought to offer, and he didn't want to make them sick on accident by overfeeding them.

"I wouldn't have thought of you being a mother," Frostmoth admits mildly, though amusement crackles thinly in his voice. Before Willowburn can get ahead of what Frostmoth might be insinuating, he turns his attention to the bundle of kits between them. "It's any wonder they survived being abandoned in the river. Maybe they were meant to be RiverClan," the deputy comments, but his voice is more serious now. He tips his head to the side thoughtfully and then leans down to greet the children themselves: "Welcome to RiverClan, I'm Frostmoth."

OH, MY GOD ★ MAKE ME IN YOUR IMAGE

• "SPEECH"
• ★ FROST — he/him, riverclan deputy, 21 moons
  — penned by carat, feel free to ping or dm for plots!
  — longhair black and white bicolor with blue eyes
  — peaceful powerplay ok! all interactions ok!
  
• penned by carat!

 

[lavenderpaw]

Lavenderpaw's tail twitches against the ground as her aunt steadily agrees with her, even if the lie was pulled from the fluff between her ears. She supposes that as much may be something that she learned from Willowburn in the end - that sometimes a little lie is better than dwelling in the unfortunate. She's sent off to find the medics, and though she's initially reluctant to (she wants to be here, with her aunt and her new family!) the slowly approaching Frostmoth reminds her quickly of her duty. Sure, deputy's apprentice is not a real role, but it sure feels like one sometimes.

" @Jinglemoon ?" She peaks her head into the den that houses the blue furred tom. Her tail sweeps across the ground in a less agitated motion as she looks around a second time, calling to her peer in, " @Rainpaw ? Willowburn found some kits - they don't... look hurt," Lavenderpaw doesn't wish to worry the medicine cats, especially when stores are already so threadbare, "But she wants them seen before they rest...!"

 

[Buckkit]

The newly christened Buckkit blinks beside his siblings. Cats crowd around them from all sides, offering their words and their gifts and their whatnots. Buckkit can't help but feel overwhelmed by the newness of it all. He slumps back against Willowburn, owl-eyed, just staring at them all.

One cat plies him and his siblings with something silvery and shiny. It smells interesting, though not as pungent as the soft pink food he thinks he remembers somewhere in the dark recesses of his still-forming consciousness. He takes one of the silvery things gingerly between his teeth and vibrates out a purr in some semblance of a thank you. Manners are not a concept that Buckkit fully understands yet, but he is aware enough to recognize that sharing food is something that people do when they don't want to hurt you.

He blinks at the food-giver deliberately before shrinking back against Willowburn, fish still in mouth, eyes still wide.