PAFP Camp ThunderClan the time will pass anyways // intro

[hopekit]

Hopekit is sitting in the mouth of the nursery den, fluffy tail wrapped around himself, ears flicking and turning this way and that as he listens to the many noises from around the camp. Sometimes all the noise gets overwhelming– he is so used to his mother's quiet, knowing not much else. His sister seems fond of talking and doing, and although Hopekit often follows close behind her, he never really talks or does. He just… watches.

Currently, he is watching the daily life of the camp, the warriors milling about and organizing hunting patrols, while the apprentices are enjoying the mid leafbare sun peaking through the clouds. He's sure his sister is out there in the camp somewhere, playing with the other kits– but he was more than content to sit and watch. He's not very fond of play-fighting or chasing feathers, not sure of what the point was or where the fun in it was supposed to be found.

It was much more fun to watch, and to listen. To catch snippets of conversation, stories, gossip– anything really. He'd even taken to listening to the birds, trying to figure out how their calls differed from one another. He is, however, growing slightly sleepy now. His eyes slide closed, but he blinks them open again, stubborn in his try to stay awake. He doesn't want to miss anything.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he sees a cat approaching him– a tabby tom. He's the one who talks a little funny… Thunderflash. Although he was very large, he wasn't all that scary, Hopekit thinks. He was like the good guys in the stories– big and strong and brave.

// ooc: pls wait for @THUNDERFLASH :3

 

[THUNDERFLASH]

Hopekit, well. He was an odd one. He had been there for the youngun's birth, but never tried to grow too attached. The grief that Palefern carried was... tangible, in that nursery, permeating the air of camp. He tried not to think about it too much, even if his heart went out to her, even if he still made effort to visit with a piece of prey in his mouth daily. Her kits, the ones that Serpentberry ensured were safe, were beginning to make it around camp. And while Hopekit's sibling was out and about often enough, this half of the litter preferred to hang out in solitude. Which... he wasn't too unfamiliar with. Ghoststrike was like that.

So, Thunderflash did what he did best. A strip of old moss between his teeth, he stepped towards the young kit, who does recognize his approach, but doesn't say anything. That was fine. The moss is settled down between his paws, ears perked as baby blue eyes shifted towards similar ones, but far younger. Far more innocent and naïve. "Mornin', Hopekit." He hums, accent ringing in his words. "Y' know wha' moss ball is?" He says idly. Thunderflash does pause for an answer, but doesn't expect one, his paw moving to roll the old moss into a ball, pressing and shaping it like clay until it stays in a wad. "Y'ken, it's grea' for buildin' yer skills." He says.

Thunderflash lowers his eye to the level of the mossball, inspecting it and making sure it was satisfactory. A small nod followed, glancing up towards Hopekit. "There's more then one game y' can play with i'." He confirms, head tilting for a moment before dropping his vision to the mossball. "Y' want t' grow up t' be a strong warrior, aye? Good time t' start." He says, stepping backward before rolling the ball towards Hopekit. Go on and kick it. Go on. He urges silently, a warm grin on his face as he nods towards the mossball.

___________________ YOU'VE GOT MY BODY ☆ FLESH AND BONE, YEAH ___________________

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• THUNDERFLASH he/him, thunderclanner, twenty moons.
  ☆ a sh/lh chocolate tabby with low white and stunning baby blue eyes. stands of average height with a 'mohawk' and spiky-shaped mane.
  ☆ mentored by who / mentoring no one
  ☆ whichever relations / want listed
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[hopekit]

He watches as the older tom places a moss ball in front of him, following his movements, lowering his eyes to stare at it, meeting Thunderflash's gaze.

• Y' want t' grow up t' be a strong warrior, aye? Good time t' start.

Hopekit nods thoughtfully, and he reaches a paw out tentatively to poke at the ball. It rolls a few mouse lengths. He looks up at Thunderflash. "Yes, I know… I know ball," he says. "And I want to be… strong. Like you…" he stares at Thunderflash wide eyed. He knew Thunderflash would sometimes play with the other kits, but he had a hard time imagining him doing it for his own sake, let alone Thunderflash being… not big. A kit. But he supposes he would've had to have been at some point. "What do you learn… from moss ball?"

 

[Heartkit]

HEARTKIT OF THUNDERCLAN

Heartkit awoke with a start, blinking groggily as she looked around the den. Where was her brother? He had been lying right next to her just moments ago, but now he was gone. A worried mewl escaped her, and she scrambled to her paws, her heart racing. Where could he have gone?

Frantically, she searched the nursery, her little paws padding through the familiar scent trail. Her nose led her outside... Well, nearly outside, to the mouth of the den. That's when she spotted something that caught her attention. A small rolling thing, her eyes lit up with excitement. Without thinking, she dashed forward, leaping at it with all the enthusiasm of a kit. In her haste, she stumbled and tumbled, rolling right into Thunderflash's paw with a soft thud.

" Hello! " she chirped, her upside-down view of the world making Thunderflash look amusing. " I'm Heartkit! " she added brightly, grinning up at him. Then, she turned her attention to Hopekit, relief washing over her. " You're here! You were gone! Are you making friends? This is Thunderflash, he's a big friend! I remember his name! " she purred, her tail flicking with excitement.

She blinked, then furrowed her brow in thought as she eyed the strange rolling thing. " What are you two playing? " she asked, her curiosity piqued. She stared down at the still ball and tilted her head. " Do you pounce it? Do you play with it? "

Here I am, so young and strong——･ﾟ✦​

･ﾟ✦ —— Right here in the place where I belong

 

[GHOSTSTRIKE]

I WON'T SMILE, BUT I'LL SHOW YOU MY TEETH

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Vole gone and hunger satisfied, the masked shadow that was Ghoststrike stepped out from the crack in the quarry wall that led to his den. Ghoststrike didn't eat his meals with the other cats, nor did he sleep with them. He would occasionally accompany Thunderflash while he ate in camp, chatting away to whomever while Ghost sat nearby, a quiet, watchful presence– but he never joined them in their meal. Instead, he'd slip away into the territory somewhere or disappear to his private den like so.

Wherever prying eyes weren't around.

It was an old habit born of necessity from his youth– in the Coalition, a feeding cat was a vulnerable cat. Targetable while their back was turned and their head was down. As an adult, there weren't many who would have risked the ire of the Ghost– but he could remember well enough the days before said reputation, when he was just a quiet, lanky kit with an anger problem and a bullseye on his back. Cat's hadn't been so wary of him back then.

This is Thunderflash, he's a big friend! I remember his name! "

Dark eyes found them almost instantly, standing outside of the nursery with a pair of kits, a clump of moss at their feet. Ghost had no clue what they were doing, but he wasn't surprised. Thunderflash was always doing something with or for his clanmates, from the eldest and slowest, to the youngest and most rambunctious.

He'll be good at it when he has his own. he thought idly, the mental image of little brown, mohawked kits raising mixed emotions- emotions that grew far more complicated when his gaze dropped to the blonde kit he was smiling so softly at-- and saw a mask not unlike his own staring back at him.

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thunderclan warrior- male - a large, grey tabby with dark amber eyes and several scars

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[THUNDERFLASH]

Heartkit approaches next- really, finds his paw first, and he chuckles softly and pats her shouder with it. He hums quietly in satisfaction that his sister was coming around as well, even if Thunderflash was trying to encourage Hopekit to come out of his shell a bit more first. "Hi, Heartki'. Aye, I know yer name- and y' know mine, very good!" Thunderflash responds, the grin on his face never failing. This was a bit of fun, he thinks to himself. He enjoyed racing and sparring as much as the next, but the next generation was just as important as the current.

He almost misses Hopekit kicking the ball, which brings forth a purred- "Aye, good job!" His head nodded, vision shifting towards the masked youth. Hopekit's hope, his questions, causes his expression to soften briefly. "Takes a lo' of work t' be strong like me, y'ken. But it's worth th' effort. Get to protect all kinds of cats." He grins softly, continuing on with- "Mossball makes y' good at pouncin', agility work. Good for huntin', following a small target." He says, moving to place his paw on the ball that was rolling his direction. Eyes shifted towards Heartkit next- "This is a mossball. Y' play or pounce or bat or even throw i'." He hums softly.

"Fer example..." He moves to pick the ball up between his teeth, cradling it so it didn't lose the shape he had worked into it, and reared his head up to toss it. The flash of dark against the wall, spotted by white, didn't go unseen by him- but he wasn't abandoning this moment to go bug Ghoststrike. There was plenty of time for that later. The mossball is tossed, and Thunderflash is flying after it, pouncing on the dull green material. He stands back up, turning to look at the two kits. "'ere, bat i' back at me!" He calls, kicking it to them.

___________________ YOU'VE GOT MY BODY ☆ FLESH AND BONE, YEAH ___________________

• "speech"
  

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• THUNDERFLASH he/him, thunderclan storm guard, twenty one moons.
  ☆ a sh/lh chocolate tabby with low white and stunning baby blue eyes. stands of average height with a 'mohawk' and spiky-shaped mane.
  ☆ mentored by who / mentoring no one
  ☆ whichever relations / want listed
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[hopekit]

Hopekit smiles softly as his sister joins them, immediately saying a lot of things, too many things and too fast for Hopekit to keep up with her; and he's slightly distracted when he meets eyes with Ghoststrike from afar. The older tom's expression is stoic, as it often is, according to Hopekits observations. Their white-masked faces mirror each other, for a moment, and then the Ghostrike's eyes drift towards Thunderflash. Hopekit also looks over at the brown tom, just as he speaks, explaining the point of moss… ball. Mossball. A strange name. But useful, apparently. Hopekit nods, understanding it better now, and watches as Thunderflash picks the ball up, tosses it, pounces– and then kicks it back towards them. Hopekit watches the mossball slide towards him, eyes wide.

"'ere, bat i' back at me!"

Ah. Right. Okay. He can do this. He takes up what he thinks is the correct stance, imitating Thunderflash, and pounces on the mossball, hitting it with his paw and sending it sailing through the air in a perfect arch back towards Thunderflash.

 

[Heartkit]

HEARTKIT OF THUNDERCLAN

Heartkit watched the brown tom with wide, eager eyes, her head tilting slightly as she listened. Thunderflash was really good at showing everything! That was great, she and Hope could both learn so much from this! She wiggled in place, practically buzzing with excitement, a bright smile spreading across her face. When Thunderflash tossed the moss ball high into the air and leaped after it with such smooth, practiced movements, a soft gasp escaped her.

" That's so good! " she cried out, thumping her little paws against the ground in sheer delight, her whole body practically beaming with energy.

Heartkit had always been very expressive, without even realizing it, she had taught herself to show exactly how she felt because it made things easier for Mama. And still, she was learning, growing into her body, growing into her mind, figuring out what kind of molly she would become. Her eyes darted to Hopekit just as the moss ball rolled to him. Oh! She tensed, every part of her itching to react-- but no! This was his turn! She wanted him to play too! She wanted to see him happy!

And when he finally did, sending the ball flying, Heartkit's eyes went round with wonder.

" Wow! " she gasped, bouncing slightly on her paws. " Wow, that was so good, Hopekit! " she cheered, her voice bursting with excitement as she watched him play with Thunderflash.

Here I am, so young and strong——･ﾟ✦​

･ﾟ✦ —— Right here in the place where I belong