Open Camp WE SPILL OUR MINDS ──── ⋅ ♰ ⋅ exploring

This thread takes place inside the clan's camp.

Magpiekit

prince of shadows, child of storms ⸸
ShadowClan
6
2
Freshkill
35
Pronouns
He/They
Rank
Kitten of ShadowClan
Played by
Rai
WE DON'T GET WHAT WE NEED
xxx
we're all wrapped up in G R E E D - THERE'S AN EGO TO FEED

He is a shadow of his father, a swath of black and white as if formed from fur pluckings of the tuxedo himself, though the pristine coloring rings only his throat he holds other similarities in his build that make the resemblance uncanny, a sharp set of eyes though unlike either parent they are the pale blue tinged violet of a heather bloom, his legs are not long but they are sturdy though his size is small in comparison to his siblings. He is the leftover scraps, fur disheveled and tufting in awkward clumps around his ears and his neck, his tail a bottle brush of fine black points, but more blatant than anything about his uncanny resemblance to his sire, is how he walks. The dark kitten stumbles forward as if unable to control his limbs, his head bobs up and down almost comically as he wobbles forward, each step a labored task that sends him swaying from side to side unevenly. Despite his struggles he is no less enthusiastic in his movements, eager to get from one place to the other and unashamedly stalwart as he toddles with the grace and gangling awkwardness of a newborn deer.

Magpiekit is on a mission today, a sleek black feather hangs loose and billowing in the breeze from a snag in the camp's bramble thicket wall, a rare treasure that matches the glossy sheen of his unkempt pelt and he is determined to claim it. One paw after the other propels him forward, his body dips and his nose brushes dangerously close to kissing the earth as he catches himself to continue onward.

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    MAGPIEKIT

    — kitten of shadowclan
    — He/They
    "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
    — Solid black w/low white & blue-violet eyes.
    — Has 'wobbly cat' syndrome.
    #9272ee

 
⋆˚✧˖° Come On, Come On, We Can Go Away
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Though they aren't even her kits Dewshine can't help but keep a protective eye on Juniperstar's three once they're old enough to leave the nursery, in particular, Magpiekit. The way he moved reminded her of a kittypet she'd once known before their twolegs had decided to move dens, with movements that seemed erratic and at times had them falling over. Though it had been much more pronounced compared to the kitten stumbling across camp towards her where she lay soaking up the warmth of the sun. With a stretch she sat upright, pale orange eyes following his steps and debating if helping him stay steady and upright would help or frustrate the kit.

For now, she ultimately decided, she'd let Magpiekit make his way to her on his own. "What brings you over here, Magpie?" She meows as he comes closer, tail swaying lazily behind her. "There's not really anything here to play with, or did you want to sunbathe? It's nice weather for it."

Even as the question left her Dewshine doubted that was the case, like the rest of Thunderclan's kits she imagined Magpiekit would hardly settle for something as boring as sunbathing, his strange movements aside. And so she waited for his answer.

  • Dewshine
    ✦—Future ThunderClan Warrior
    ✦—She/Her
    ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
    ✦—Silver She Cat W/ Orange Eyes And Dark Stripe Along Her Tail
    #8f85c2
 
Kittens are an easy reminder of one's own vulnerability. Clumsy paws, too-high voices, innocent minds — they had all been like that once, but that fact seldom matters in the grand scheme of things... certainly after something as serious as war.

In the aftermath of it all, Burningdawn finds solace in their presence- namely Magpiekit now. He and his siblings don't even have the capacity yet to understand their significance. Perhaps Juniperstar mutters the name of their father sometimes, breath barely brushing the tufts of their ears... or perhaps she never wants them to know that he leads another Clan after shedding so much blood on now-neutral grounds.

"I think he's spotted something to play with,"
comes the uncertain lull of Burningdawn's voice. Never confident and never overbearing; he meets Dewshine's curiosities with an answer of his own, and wonders if he is welcome to do so in the first place. At least he can use the excuse of wishing to entertain this little prince. If one cares to follow that purple gaze, their mission becomes quite clear: that black feather matches Magpiekit's sheen perfectly. An optimal accessory?

 
juniper

"He's certainly spotted something," the frazzled molly meows, approaching from behind Burningdawn with the fur along her back ruffled like she had just woken from a nap to find her son missing. (he had a terrible, sneaky little habit forming already... so independent the moment they realized their legs functioned well enough to leave the nest.) she blinks the sleep out of her eyes, stifling a yawn as the dark-furred kit continues to toddle in his relentless pace towards the object of his heart's desire. "Spotted his mother taking a nap so naturally it means time to practice escaping..." her tongue clicks in a loving, exhausted chiding, reaching out her forelimbs into a long stretch.

he at least had not gotten far... and with any luck, the clan is as attentive as ever to cater to his wandering mind, his wayward paws. she sits, tucking her tail neatly around her paws as she leans against Burningdawn for a brief moment in greeting. "Good afternoon you two- thank you for keeping an eye on him. He must've learned his penchant for mischief from Serpentberry." a well-meaning jest, but one that had the context of knowing a more youthful and fool-hardy medicine cat than the one the clan fluttered around presently.

it was her wildness that had made her so wonderful. "What do you see, little bird," the spotted leader calls after Magpiekit, who is ever determined in his mission even with the distraction of the adults around him.

  • juniperstar
    leader of thunderclan
    nine lives remain
    ignore me
 
WE DON'T GET WHAT WE NEED

we're all wrapped up in GREED - THERE'S AN EGO TO FEED

Dewshine is given a look, almost too intense as he gazes at the fog-colored molly before he sneezes abruptly revealing the true reason for his sudden focus, his efforts to get the itch out of his nose and not loose it inside. The kitten doesn't answer her, nor does he give Burningdawn much a glance at the others commentary despite its truthfulness. He had found something, something amazing. Every other step sends his head nodding as he ambles along, his movements are slow and despite his unsteady limbs he makes good pace to the treasure in the brambles, small white canines sinking into a curled black tip to yank roughly from its thorn prison. It is then his mother arrives, his voice always soothing and he turns with a half step and his tail tangling around his forelimbs to face her; despite the chiding there is no anger in her tone, only a tired acceptance of his antics and he smiles brightly with teeth white against his dark face.

"Ma, it's like me." He trills, voice high and muffled through feather down in his maw, he extends the feather outward with a tilt of his bobbing head, his tail unfurls from his paws to steady him as the gesture nearly sends him nose first into the ground. "For you, its for you." Magpiekit repeats, as he makes a little gagging noise and uses his tongue to push the now slick feather from between his teeth where it lands shimmering from kitten drool and glossy as most black birds were - the almost metallic blue sheen of it reflecting the kits unnaturally bright eyes.


❝ i don't know euphoria - i'd like to meet her someday - c'est la vie ❞
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MAGPIEKIT

— kitten of shadowclan
— He/They
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— Solid black w/low white & blue-violet eyes.
— Has 'wobbly cat' syndrome.
#9272ee

 
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