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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 ]
 
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—————————————— 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.
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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
 
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She's got her head up in the clouds
Don't know if she'll come down
She can't go to bed
She's got the song stuck in her head

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Strawberrykit practically exploded out from behind Dawnkit, purple eyes huge with excitement as she bounced in place, paws tapping the ground like there was music only she could hear. " Oooh! We're pretending to be leaders? " she gasped, tail curling in a happy little question mark. " Then I wanna be... Hmmm... " She paused dramatically, lifting one paw to her chin as if she were making the gravest decision in StarClan. What would she call herself, what would she call herself... Well, certainly... Maybe... " Hmm... Strawberry... star? " She said it proudly at first, then immediately wrinkled her nose.

" No. That sounds too... Crunchy. Like I'm a berry with claws. " With a huff, she flicked her tail and tried again, voice climbing with excitement. " Strawberryshine! Or... Uh... Or Strawberrydancer! " she twirled in a circle as proof of worthiness, nearly tripping but pretending she definitely meant to spin that wildly.

Then she froze mid-spun, eyes wide as she turned to look at Howlingkit, now Howlingwind. Standing small beside her siblings, Salmonkit-- Uh, Star... Strawberrykit bounded right up to her, leaning in way too close. " Why do you talk so funny? " she blurted without a shred of tact, head tilting in total confusion. Her whiskers twitched as she continued, not unkindly, but absolutely clueless. " Are you practicing a secret warrior language? Because if you are, I really wanna learn it! " She bumped her shoulder gently to Howlingkit's, beaming with a dramatic swish of her tail.

" Don't worry! As the Strawberrydancer, I decree that all deputies must talk however they want! " And just like that, Strawberrykit puffed herself up beside Salmonstar and Howlingwind, totally self-appointed, totally thrilled, totally certain she belonged at the top with them.

Speech, thoughts/emphasis


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Howlingwind, as Salmonstar calls her, blinks in the tom's direction bashfully as he declares that anyone who acts untoward with her will be exiled. Not yet has any cat in their home done so - quite the contrary, in fact - but the reassurance feels nice nonetheless. She tilts her crown with gratitude but doesn't say much more. He strides away to address the 'Clans,' and in some unique twist, he declares them cats of WindClan, and the wheat furred girl feels her cheeks and ears flush. It's a kind gesture, truly, but now she wishes she was Howlingkit again. All these eyes...

Dawnkit idles nearby, and Howlingwind wants to find the younger kit's side and act as a slow moving, guiding force. In the moment she wonders if she's meant to be in the background now, for being introduced so brazenly to the forefront makes her skin burn. But before she can test the waters, Strawberrykit - dancer - leans too closely. Howlingwind swallows uncomfortably as the red furred girl chitters on about how she speaks funny. Not only that, but why. The dull ache of her broken jaw resonates with the ignorance, and Howlingwind deflates, shifting away from the overeager Strawberrydancer. The other continues without a beat, bumping her shoulder good-naturedly into Howlingwind's - but the young molly stiffens.

I don't like this game anymore. She realizes with a silent swish of her tail.

Strawberrydancer assumes position beside her, a self appointed molly of power, and Howlingkit takes the opportunity to slip backwards and away from the two older kits. They mean well, but their well meanings are overbearing and hurtful. The girl wants her father, or even Jinglemoon - anything but to be the pitied star of the show.

She leans away from the play-crowd, and tries to leave without making a scene.

[ out unless stopped :( ]
 
JASPERKIT ⭑✶⋆.˚ TITLE
meow


Late for the gathering? Oh no, oh how unfortunate! Uh-uh- "Pineclan is here! Sorry we are so late- we had to fight-" Jasperkits face fell as his paws slid from under him as he saw Howlingkit beginning to walk away. He had been intending to go into an elaborate detail of how his clan fearlessly fought so many foxes on the way here, but... Suddenly he didn't have the excitement.

Jasperkit loved his denmates. He valued each of them, and he wasn't sure why Howlingkit looked... So sad. But it hurt his heart a bit, a pang of sadness. "H-hey, Howl? What's going on, are you okay?" They asked, moving to her side and touching their shoulder gently to hers. "As, um, your clans ally! Ah, who am I kidding..." They mumble, shuffling their paws. Their friend looked... Sad. The torties gaze looked sadly back. "If you want.. we can go do something else..."

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┅┅ Bravekit found himself being nudged from the warmth and comfort of the nursery by his brother rather abruptly. It wasn't so much that he minded - there was so much to see outside - but he wished Dawnkit would have asked. Either way, he blinked against the daylight and took in the sight of the small gathering of kits Dawnkit was dragging him towards. His ears perked up. What was going on?

He watched as each gave themselves new names, warrior names. His tail twitched. What should his warrior name be? Dawnkit seemed just as overwhelmed at the possibilities. While he mulled it over, Strawberrykit's energy seemed to get the best of Howlingkit, prompting the kit to retreat, followed by Jasperkit. Bravekit blinked as he watched the interaction. Was something wrong with Howlingkit? Had Strawberrykit done something mean somehow? Bravekit cocked his head to one site, eyeing Strawberrykit curiously. He'd only ever seen the older kit bounce around excitedly, in his limited life experience. Nice, not mean. Maybe he'd been wrong, a thought that made his tummy hurt with an emotion he'd never really felt before. Anxious and uncomfortable, he turned his attention back to Dawnkit, the one kit he knew he could understand.


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aint it kinda strange ? maybe im just strange
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  • ┅ he/him
    ┅ chocolate ticked tabby with low white and copper eyes
    ┅ 1 moon, ages every 16th
    ┅ son of warmglow, brother of dawnkit
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    "speech"
    , thoughts, attempted action

 
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Cloudkit​
status: annoyed​
The blue tabby kit ambles her way over to the gathering of other kits. "Cloudpuff..." Is the name she decrees herself with in a whisper. For she is Cloudkit and she is a puff ball of fur. It makes sense. She is also not very creative. She does not arrive in time to even try to hope to stop Strawberrykit from from doing what she does. No all she can do is freeze mid-step as the other blurts out with no tact, asking about Howlingkit's words. Her speech, her injury. She does not know the little kit that well, having kept mostly to herself these past moons, but she watches the other slink away, watches as Jasperkit goes after her, trying to divert her attention or something.

She instead turns to the red hued kit and slowly starts moving. Movements mimicking that of a predator of indeterminate origin than that of a kit who lives in Riverclan. "Do you perhaps think before you speak? At all?" She doesn't really know Strawberrykit either. Doesn't know if this is a regular occurrence for the other or if perhaps the excitement got to her. But is that still any excuse? Cloudkit is not a mean kit. And maybe Strawberrykit didn't mean anything by it but Howlingkit was upset and that made the skin under her fur prickle. She stared at the other kit, stock still as a statue, as she waited for an answer. Or an adult to arrive. Either one would be welcome at this point.

You wanna stay alive, better do what you can

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  • CLOUDKIT She/Her A cloud puff on land, she is a blue rosette tabby with soft amber eyes.

    ᯓ★ Kitten of Riverclan
    ᯓ★ Child to Willowburn
    ᯓ★ Sister to Rumblekit, Bloomkit, & Buckkit
    ᯓ★ 6 moons; ages on the 1st of every month (updated 12/8/2025)
    ᯓ★ speech thought action
    ᯓ★ peaceful/healing powerplay permitted

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Bluekit
She/Her
3 Moons
RiverClan Kit
PENNED BY Sheogorath

She wanted to play. It seemed fun! Despite the cold, Bluekit makes her way toward the so-called kit gathering, and her nose twitches with every breath as she takes in the smells of her clan-mates. Clouded eyes stare emptily toward the group as she realizes the gathering had gotten off to a rough start. It seemed there had been some offense to cause a circulating tension, though Bluekit decides she doesn't really care. After all, from what she heard from warriors, drama at gatherings was as common as the announcements themselves. Blue fur ruffled against the winter breeze, the she-kit stepped forth upon clumsy paws, briefly knocking into one of the other kittens. Her bright eyes shift toward her unintended victim, glittering like pools of water, though entirely devoid of sight.

"Oops, sorry! Uh... I wanna play!" Bluekit announces, then realizes her mistake with a brief frown. She wasn't a kit, after all! Not now. Not here. "I'm Bluestar! Leader of... SmoothClan!" She thought about pebbles, and how smooth they felt beneath her paws. She liked pebbles. "And I'm here to announce that it's cold!"
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These games were getting complex recently. It seemed the older they got, the more rules and such a game got. This was simple, however. Hailkit - Hailfrost, as she now named herself - enjoyed a good game of clans. She stuck herself with Bluestar and Smoothclan, self-proclaiming herself as deputy. The bi-colored kitten didn't make an attempt to introduce the clan first, instead waiting for Bluekit to make the announcement of their "arrival." She was watching from the side, nervously, as the others got started. Until she heard Strawberrykit's words. A frown crossed her face as the older kit insulted her sister, some of the rest dropping their acts and some continuing to play. Hailkit watches as her sibling walks away, turning to give an angry look at the red kitten and huffing. "Why did you have to be mean!? Howlingkit talks just fine." She frowns towards her lighter-colored sibling and turns to leave with her, giving a suggestion that they could play together, without them.

[in and out and not bein stopped!]
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HAILKIT she/her, riverclan kit 3 moons old.
a chubby black kitten with white spots and freckles across her body.
mentored by none // mentoring none
littermate to Lullabykit & Howlingkit [Gen 2]
Batgloom x Shiveringsong
"speech" // "thoughts"
penned by doc↛ m0dernd0c on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
 
DAWNKIT
HE/HIM
1 MOON
RIVERCLAN KIT
SPEECH | THOUGHTS | PHYSICAL

PENNED BY PLOT

Dawnkit watched, confused, as Howlingkit left. What did Strawberrykit mean by talking weird? That's just how Howlingkit talked. He wanted to go after the other kit, but Bravekit stood still too.

"She okay?" he asked, tilting his head as he murmured to his brother. "Sad?"

Regardless, it seemed most of the other kits were assigning themselves names and he nudged his brother playfully.

"You be.... Braveheart!"
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OOC: Talking to @Bravekit
 

┅┅ Bravekit blinked at Dawnkit's question, only to have his thoughts interrupted by Bluekit's - Bluestar's - form tumbling into him. He recoiled, surprised, then met her sightless blue eyes. Her blindness didn't register to him, but he was familiar with his own clumsy kitten paws, so he took no offense. She was right, after all. It was cold. He turned his attention back to Dawnkit at his gentle nudge.
"Braveheart,"
he repeated, voice reverent. That was a good name. It made him feel warm inside. He tucked it away in his mind for safekeeping.

Sizing up his brother, he tried to think of names. Their mother was Warmglow, and he liked the sound of Dawnglow. But was it weird to be named after his mom? Dawnheart? No, that was also copying... He realized that he just didn't know that many names! Maybe...
"Dawnstorm?"
He offered after a long silence. He was glad he wasn't a clan leader - coming up with names was tough. He then leaned towards his brother and whispered,
"What clan we in?"


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aint it kinda strange ? maybe im just strange
  • ooc —
  • ┅ he/him
    ┅ chocolate ticked tabby with low white and copper eyes
    ┅ 1 moon, ages every 16th
    ┅ son of warmglow, brother of dawnkit
    ┅
    "speech"
    , thoughts, attempted action

 
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