Open Event Camp the way i dance with you ──✩°｡⋆⸜ hide-n-seek

[loonstar loonstar]

{$title} prompt 42, prompt 66

juniper

"and this time, she won't be forgiving"​​

her tail flicks back and forth with an eager sort of anticipation, excited enough to be spending time with some of the clan's younger members, to remind them that despite her title, she is still just as accessible to them as anyone else. nodding with an approving glance as she spots one giggling rear-end disappear behind a couple good-sized stones, the spotted tabby continues to encourage them, "Go on, hide! Don't forget you can mislead someone's nose by doubling back over your tracks... You have to make sure you don't get found, you have to be sneaky!" the corners of her eyes squint with amusement, glancing towards those who sit with their eyes closed waiting for the chance to go hunting for their peers.

"Alright... count four paw-taps and then go find the ones who are hiding. This'll improve your tracking while they get better at stealth, an improvement for everyone. next round I'll be the tracker so you'll all have to hide extra carefully." she whirls towards the open space of camp, devoid of hiders who are now nestled in their spots while other adults look on with various levels of interest. (yes, this was a childish game, but it was helping.) "Ready...? Go!" she does not move from her seat, a quiet observer ready to offer critique and gentle redirection to inspire success rather than frustration.

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• if you want to make it silly, roll a d20 to see how well you hide and/or track !
• juniperstar
  leader of thunderclan
  seven lives remain
  

 

[Fawnkit]

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She listens as Juniperstar explains the game - no, not just a game. This is practice, in the guise of a game, maybe, but it is a learning moment. Fawnkit's heart races at the idea of being able to hide so well no one will find her. This is going to be so much fun! Fawnkit needs to find the best hiding spot.

She looks around, scanning for the best hiding spot. The dens are too obvious, maybe except for the leader's den, but Fawnkit does not wish to disrespect her leader by going into her den without permission. She watches as other kits dart off, itching to join them, but she wishes to find the perfect spot, and for that, she has to have a good look around camp.

Her tail shoots up as she finds it! A hollow at the edge of camp, between a rock and a bush, hidden in plain sight by the shade, cloaked in darkness. She quickly, but quietly, makes her way over - is she gonna fit in there? She puts her head through, wiggling her body, her paws scrabbling the rock and dirt. For a moment she thinks she is stuck, but then her rear pushes through and she's in! The hollow is rather small and she curls herself up small, excited and comfortable.

She is going to make a great warrior at this pace - she is already learning to blend into the shadows, her body pressed against the stone, breathing silently. Warriors hide in the shadows to stalk prey - and she's already getting good at it! Her ears twitch in nervousness, worried she will get find too quickly, but she licks her lips in determination - she reassures herself of the greatness of her hiding spot, quiet and dark, unnoticed. She resolves to stay as still as possible, despite her whiskers itching for her to move. She needs to be patient!



OOC: Rolled a 17!

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[FALSEKIT]

Count four paw-taps... Go find the ones that are hiding... As per their newfound leader's wishes, Falsekit opened their greyish-blue eyes. Whiskers twitched with palpable excitement, though it failed to show anywhere else on down-rounded countenance. Falsekit was in no rush to graduate from their position as an ill-begotten child from a rogue mother... But, they supposed that they should also get a headstart. They sniffed at the ground, attempting to follow the tangling trails of their clanmates, as though the strings hewed and hemmed into inextricable knots. Incredulously, they stopped once they realized that the trails looped into more trails, until they became the mat on which he walked upon. They lifted their head to stare back at Juniperstar, as if to wonder how exactly Juniperstar expected them to do this. The fawn tortoiseshell tabby kitten snorted in frustration, as if this game held life-or-death stakes, and they would surely lose all of their worth if they did not succeed. Well... I should try again, I guess. I don't know what else to do. With no complaint, they tried again, with their snout downturned to the cold earth. Try, try, try again... But what was one to do if their attempts yielded no reward?

SUNSHINE IS FAR, CLOUDS LINGER ON

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EVERYTHING I POSSESSED, NOW THEY ARE GONE

• OOC. Rolled a 6 </3
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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.

 

[Seafoambelly]

SEAFOAMBELLY

, 83 moons / THUNDERCLAN RANGER
A long-furred blue-gray she-cat with blue-green eyes.
Sister to URCHINSPINE
Solemn and distant. She doesn't talk much.
SPEECH || THOUGHTS
Tagging @FALSEKIT

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Seafoambelly watched as the kits scattered into their hiding spots, a rare smile softly gracing the corners of her mouth. Being a kit was freeing, and she held a little envy for them... but moreso regret. Her actions had prevented her from engaging with the playtime of her own nieces and nephews, and even now she worried that interacting with the young cats of ThunderClan would invoke her sister's ire.

Still, she couldn't help but feel for little Falsekit's failed attempts, and padded quietly over to the young one.

"Not to the ground," she murmured. Scenting and stalking were, of course, her specialties. "Just above the dirt, and open your mouth a bit to taste the air."

 

[Heartpaw]

Everything stays right where you left it
Everything stays
But it still changes
Ever so slightly, daily and nightly
In little ways, when everything stays

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Maybe her mind just wasn't there today. Maybe she was too big for these games now. Maybe she wasn't paying fine enough attention to her mentor's lessons. Or... Maybe she was just a little too distracted by Dreampaw's pretty eyes and radiant smile and the way his fur caught the light like it had a halo-- Oh. Oh no. She was doing it again.

Heartpaw blinked, realizing too late that everyone else had already hidden. She was just… standing there. In the open. Her golden eyes widened in horror before she ducked low to the ground, ears flattening as her cheeks burned beneath her fur. What a disappointment she must've been to her mentor! To get distracted so quickly when she used to be so good at this game! Back when she was a kit, she'd been a master of hiding. And sometimes of seeking, too, though that always took more patience than she had.

" Drats… I mucked it up... " she muttered under her breath, tail flicking in self-scolding frustration. With a tiny sigh, she slumped down flat against the ground, as if pressing herself into the dirt might somehow make her invisible. Her paws tucked under, her tail curled close, and her eyes squeezed shut in a desperate, kittenish hope that if she couldn't see them, maybe they couldn't see her. It didn't help. Between the warm gleam of her brown tabby coat and the distinctly Heartpaw-shaped lump in the grass, she was… very, very easy to find.

Speech, thoughts/emphasis

6 MOONS

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rolled a nat 1 !!!

 

[Thornkit]

Thornkit had listened half-heartedly as Juniperstar had explained the game. It sounded simple enough: you either hid, or you sought out those who did, and Thornkit had decided even before the leader had finished that he wasn't going to sequester himself away somewhere and wait for who knows how long while the other players tried to find him. Realistically, he wouldn't have been able to sit still that long, but he justified being one of the seekers by telling himself that it would be the weaker choice to hide when one could take the initiative. He waited the four paw-taps that Juniperstar had outlined before he darted forward, ready to find those who had chosen to hide.

Outside of the nooks and crannies that someone could squeeze themselves into, Thornkit's attention was grabbed first by one of the apprentices, who'd made a sorry state of herself with the poor way she'd attempted to hide - could it even be called that? - in the grass by simply crouching and, no doubt, hoping no one would look her way. He snorted audibly at the display, and decided that the apprentice wasn't worth his time. As Thornkit looked away, he caught sight of his sibling, practically walking in circles as they tried to follow a scent-trail. He slunk over to Falsekit's side, and narrowed his eyes suspiciously at Seafoambelly when she approached and gave his brother unsolicited advice.

"Just let me handle it." Thornkit murmured, speaking to Falsekit alone as he chose to ignore the she-cat's words. Whatever Falsekit thought of her help, Thornkit had decided that he and his sibling didn't need it. He lowered his nose to the ground and sniffed, catching a faint trail that he - unfortunately - was able to recognize as Fawnkit's scent. "She's nearby," Thornkit said sharply, zeroing in on the scent. He took a few steps forward, letting his nose guide him. As he followed the trail, it took him near the fringes of the camp, until he stopped in an area framed by rocks and bushes. With the shade and glare combined, sight was difficult, but Thornkit was almost certain that his quarry was nearby.

"I know you're there, Fawnkit!" He boasted loudly, tail lashing behind him as he lifted his head triumphantly. "You can come out now. You've lost."

Rolled a 17 - Thornkit hasn't exactly seen Fawnkit, but he can tell she's in the vicinity :]

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

 

[FLICKERDANCE]

Flickerpaw is hard at work; not in the way Juniperstar wants her to be, surely, but she has to keep herself from showing disdain too much. Too many witnesses—willing witnesses, since most everyone seems to be on board with the leader's impromptu training session. It crosses Flickerpaw's mind that she might be too judgmental here. Juniperstar makes sense when they talk about how this can improve one's ability to track or hide... both things that one needs out in the wild, either in regards to prey or enemy. If Owlbark had made the suggestion, then Flickerpaw would likely see no issue with this activity.

Regardless of her opinion, Flickerpaw finds it in herself to participate. If nothing else, she can show off a little, and either discover the other players or become one with the shadows entirely. The latter sounds more appealing right now. It will give her the chance to sit back and simply observe her Clanmates; there is an advantage to that, too.

The ravine that houses ThunderClan is optimal for this sort of thing. Flickerpaw slips away quietly, climbing the steep wall as much as possible. She could try and haul herself higher than necessary, but that would only pose a threat to ambitious kits. Flickerpaw isn't about to become the reason for someone's tumble. Instead, she finds a little overlook that is dense with bushes; the kind of bush that doesn't grab her with its thorns and rip out of her sleek fur. No, this one is harmless. With her way carefully planned out, Flickerpaw settles comfortably between the bushes, her body curled in on itself in order to save space.

Rolled a 19; hiding successfully.