Open Camp we could be heroes [ kit gathering! ]

[howlingkit]

Deputy. Deputy. She could do that. That doesn't seem... hard.

Howlingkit (or maybe she calls herself Howling...moon, now? Or Howling...whisper? No, that doesn't make any sense...) stands by Salmonkit (or, rather, Salmonstar for this game,) as the other kits situate themselves. By some stroke of luck or true friendship... or maybe even pity... the injured girl is deigned to be the deputy of whichever Clan Salmonstar claims. Maybe if he's quick, they can lead their homeland of RiverClan, though the slack-jawed molly wouldn't be opposed to playing the part of WindClan. Of all the stories she's heard, the cats of the moors appear to be the kindest.

She turns to Salmonstar, tail curling in tight to her side. She tries to be brave, reminds herself that this is just a game, and that reality would never place her as the leader's right paw. "Do... we s-ss..tar-t?" She was getting better at speaking - most letters are still easy to pronounce while others catch on her teeth and tongue. Howlingkit supposes that her nerves makes her rattle more, sending her back a few steps.

[ @Salmonkit but no need to wait!! <3 ]

 

[Salmonkit Salmonkit]

—————————————— All I wanted was to be seen, and to see. ✦

Galeunner was busy, to the kittens' chagrin, but learning of a kitten gathering made his eyes alight with wonder. He wasn't all that good at playing make-believe, grumbled at for taking the whole thing too seriously. But pretending to be at a gathering, be a leader? Now that was something he could happily take part in, a role he could really step into.

The other kittens, taking their own roles, talked amongst each other as Salmonstar looked to the younger kit beside him. She was meek with her head lowered, and tail curled around herself; Howlingkit. He found the new name an interesting choice, but she seemed determined to maintain it rather than answer to who she used to be. And, well, he was in no place to argue it. Salmon's ear twitched as she spoke quietly and carefully, around her teeth that now jutted out, but that didn't change who she was.

He nodded with a glimmer of a smile. "Of course, we can start, uhm-" The chimera paused, before smiling. "Howlingwind!" He purred with a smile; it sounded nice with her new prefix, but, noticing her backing away a little, glancing back to the rest of the cats, he lowered his voice a little as he spoke to the other. "It's okay, you can take your time talking, nd if anyone's mean then I'll exile them! We're the strongest clan after all 'cause you're my deputy." Salmonstar's eyes crinkled in a smile.

He was no good at make-believe, so he acted as if everything was real, and then it must be. And if Howling was his deputy, then she had to be the best of the best, and she needed to believe it, too. "C'mon, we gotta go tell everyone all the good news." Motioning the other to follow, tail raised high with a grin.

The chimaera cleared his throat as he looked out to the other kittens with a grin. He and his littermates were amongst some of the oldest of the kittens, and in his mind, that gave him a semblance of extra knowledge over them. The fact that he had already been fed so much information by Galerunner didn't help his growing grandiose sense of self as he stepped forth to speak.

"Cats of the forest! I am Salmonstar of R-" He hesitated, glancing back to Howlingwind. His first instinct was to take the moniker of leader of his own clan, but maybe.... "Ahem, Windclan. And this is my trusted deputy, Howlingwind." It wasn't like he and Howling were close, but he'd been taught to put others first if they needed a pick-me-up. While he was no good with comforting, maybe a little homage would be a gesture Howling would appreciate, to know she was truly seen.

————— Is it magical thinking,

or is it magical realism? —————

• 
  Salmonkit
  ✦—Riverclan kitten | 4 moons
  ✦—He/him
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A tiny black x chocolate broken mackrel tabby chimaera with bright, too knowing eyes.
  #4B7CE4

 

[Dawnkit]

DAWNKIT
HE/HIM
1 MOON
RIVERCLAN KIT
SPEECH | THOUGHTS | PHYSICAL

PENNED BY PLOT

Dawnkit didn't wait for Warmglow's permission before dragging his sibling out to the kit gathering with him, nudging Bravekit out into the light of the Clan's clearing. He didn't really know much yet about the other Clans, or really what a Gathering was, but he wasn't about to be left out! His long white fur dragged in the wet dirt, staining the tips brown, but he sat, attentive, listening to the other kits and wondering how to jump in.

He turned to the nearest kit, whispering his question.

"We all have new names? What do?" The young tom's mind was spinning.

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OOC: WHoever wants to can be the other kit he talks to :3c poor babby too young to know things