Open Camp WHAT'S THE WORD? [ exploring ]

[canarykit canarykit]

Canarykit is awake slightly before the rest of her litter. The sun is still rising and, considering the lack of noise outside, the warriors may still be waking, too. That doesn't stop the split-faced kitten from her recent morning routine - in fact, the opposite. Before Duchess can grab her tail and pull her back in the nest, the young molly rushes to the maw of the nursery. Her fur is a mess from sleep, curls wisped into easily made tangles, and she greets the camp with an insufferably loud, "HELLO!"

Canarykit tilts her crown down after her announcement to SkyClan, tail whipping behind her with the same eager demeanor. Some warriors look to her with disdain, others amusement, and some not at all. The tortoiseshell beams with excitement before turning towards her mother and siblings, bouncing on her forepaws, "Go play? Go play? Go play?"

 

[CHEWINGPAW CHEWINGPAW]

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Unfortunately for Canarykit, Chewingpaw sat closely to where the split-colored kitten made her warpath through the camp. The sun rose slowly, but assuredly, with a thick blanket of tangerine-orange blessing all that it could bathe. The wolfish she-cat would have considered this to be a somewhat decent morning, if not for the blaring "HELLO!" that echoed sharply throughout the bounds of Skyclan's camp. A visible scowl drooped over a gaunt countenance, almost as if a gnat flew a little too closely to her whiskers, and she was a moment away from snapping ivory teeth at it. She never did like children... At the old place, kittens learned to shut up quick, or tragedy would swiftly and indiscriminately strike back at them. In Skyclan, kittens roamed about as if the concept of consequences was simply a mere suggestion to disregard. "Think they heard ya the first time." The black roan molly muttered, though made sure her words were just loud enough for Canarykit to take notice of them, as though it aimed to scald (but not entirely burn) the ears of the young child. Yellow eyes floated towards to the tortoiseshell kit, coarse-coated tail flicking in vexation behind her. Now, she had to pray to whatever god was out there that Canarykit did not turn her brazen (yet short-lived, as all children exhibited) attention to them.

OOC. ic opinnies

CHEWINGPAW​

—— 13 Moons / She/They / Lesbian
—— Apprentice of Skyclan / NPC x NPC / Mentored by Cloudbearer
—— A thin, gauntly-crafted black roan Lykoi molly. She has long, batlike ears and piercing, yellow eyes. Due to her partial hairlessness, she cannot go into the direct sunlight for more than an hour, and her darkened exposed skin is a result of prior exposure. Blessed with wildcat blood, Chewingpaw stands much higher than her peers, giving her a truly canine impression.
—— Judgmental and harsh, Chewingpaw is a hard feline to get used to. She has a quick temper and comes off as plainly selfish and catty. Behind her thorny exterior lies a self-loathing and mentally unstable girl. Her insecurities are greatly heightened by the fact that she joined Skyclan as an apprentice, as well as the fact that she has had to be held back from warriorhood.
—— Chewingpaw's character contains themes of a traumatic past, including animal abuse and parental abuse. She can hold incharitable opinions of those around her, whether internally or externally. PLEASE be cautious when interacting with her if you are sensitive to these topics!
—— Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.​

Penned by TEMPEST