PAFP Camp WHEN FORTUNE SMILES 𖤓 dual intro & kitclan gathering

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This thread takes place inside the clan's camp.

SUNKIT SUNKIT

radiant
ThunderClan
Kit
3
0
Freshkill
25
Pronouns
he/him
SUNKIT

HE / HIM
4 MOONS
THUNDERCLAN KIT
PENNED BY SATURNID

The sun hangs a heavy gold, draping the falling leaves in burning tones. It drifts, lazy, towards the horizon's waiting maw, and Sunkit dreams he might catch it. He pulls himself towards it, hoisting his tiny body upon the nearest fallen stone - only to turn away once the sun scorches afterimages into the corners of his vision. It lights upon his mane of auburn curls still, casting all the edges of him aglow. He smiles, half crooked.

If he cannot hold the sun, perhaps he can dream he shines as brightly. "Cats of the- of all the forest! Come to me!" He calls in a self-assured squeak, clarion in the afternoon quiet of camp. "I am Sunstar, leader of Sky- Sky- or, no, of..." Two blinks in quick succession. SkyClan won't work, the warriors already talk about that one - and not with kind words. No, he needs something else to fit his skyward aims. "Leader of CloudClan!" Sunkit finishes, hardly skipping a beat.

An excited stamp of his paw signals the arrival of his loyal deputy - and, for good measure, he jerks his head in an even clearer get over here motion. "And this is Moonclaw, my deputy!" He sweeps out his paw towards @MOONKIT in a wide gesture, but keeps his gaze roving for stray kits to draw into his orbit. "We came down from our camp - our camp in the clouds - to meet with all-all-all the leaders of the clans! Oh, and the deputies too. Where are they? Come out, come out!" He punctuates the call to play with a laugh, light and tittering. And then, with an expectant gleam alighting dayglow eyes, "Do we have any news for the other clans, Moonclaw?" Surely she could come up with something good.
OOC: please wait for moonkit!
 
MOONKIT
SHE/HER
4 MOONS
THUNDERCLAN KIT

PENNED BY EMPYREAN

Moonkit huddles next to the stone, shifting her weight awkwardly. Even with her eyes affixed to her own paws, her eyes strain against the harsh light. This is not her hour; she prefers to stay in the nursery until later in the day. That way the trees shield her from the sun and the camp is less busy. But she is lonely today, and does not want to be apart from her brother. She did not bother trying to persuade him to stay inside the den. Sunkit loves her, but not more than he loves the spotlight.

It was only when he motions for her to get up next to him that she scrambles atop the rock. To her ear his voice is clear, confident, and very, very loud. Her brother was born to play the leader, but he attracts far too much attention for her liking. Out of the corner of her eye she saw warriors pausing to glance at the two of them and elders peeking out of their den. If her brother had not asked her to be his deputy, she would have slunk back into the nursery right then and there. But she is honored he had wanted her to be his deputy. For his sake, she forces her gaze up from the ground.

Moonkit stared silently out at the crowed through her frayed fur for a long moment, then lifted her head a little more.

"Cloudclan... celebrates..." She hesitates every other word, and mutters barely loud enough for anyone else to hear. Her gaze is affixed to a point above the camp. Even though it forces her to squint, it ensures she can't see anyone that might be looking at her. For a moment she glances at her brother, then her eyes snap back to the sky. "Our... victory over Shadowclan. Sunstar led... our clan and... Thunderclan to victory... and together... we... drove them back into the swamp." Emulating what little she'd seen of Owlbark, she dips her head toward her brother as though to cede the floor to him and takes a step back.

Hopefully Sunkit would be happy with her performance. She turns her attention back to her own paws to watch her claws scratch the stone beneath her.
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Fawnkit's ears twitch when she hears Sunkit speak up on top of the rock. She pauses, wondering, then sits below, intrigued. This game looks fun!

She is amazed by the kittens - how did they come up with such a brilliant idea? Fawnkit wonders what her own name would be in this game, when a genius idea strikes her - Fawnwarrior of course! Because she is strong and smart and the best warrior in ThunderClan! She purrs to herself as she listens to Moonkit- no, to Moonclaw, talk about their victory over ShadowClan. "Yaaaay CloudClan!!! CloudClan!!!" she cheers them on, genuinely excited.

Fawnkit, Fawnwarrior, then sits back down, looking up at Sunstar and Moonclaw, two kittens who would surely make a fine leader and deputy - just look at them. Confident and smart, the best qualities for a leader, in her humble opinion. Her tail swishes excitedely over the camp floor, her whiskers twitch and her mouth curls upward in a smile, excited to what would happen next. She is having so much fun already!





 
FAITHKIT


A BOUQUET OF BRAMBLES
SHE/HERx THUNDERCLAN KITx 04 MOONS
☆ A sickly fawn cream tortoiseshell with low white
☆ Adopted child of Serpentberry, littermates with Falsekit and Thornkit
☆ penned by Juice↛ Ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.​
There's a certain amount of envy that pools in your stomach as you watch Sunkit explode into a brilliant character under the sunlight. He seemed to practically glow as he preened with his caw about being a leader, of what you weren't particularly sure of yet. He seemed to step into the roll of fantasy well, a natural for it in comparison to what you considered an awkward fumble when you had attempted the same with your own littermate. In comparison you feel a compassion for Moonkit, blending into the shadows and following a lead that you attempted to do with Falsekit. She seems to step into the role well though, maybe the two of you aren't as kindred of spirits as you thought. That envy isn't there for long, you're far too fascinated to see how naturals perform the game of clan. Warily you trail next to Fawnkit, gaze fixated on the pair as they perch, one in the sun and the other casted by his shadow.

"From the clouds" you whisper in awe, not towards any one in particular but it wasn't exactly quiet. It seems like fun, now that you understand what this game of make believe is all about. Standing up you nod your head with a small twitch of your whiskers. Anxiety quells in your heart, creating a steady thrum as you prepare to figure out your own allegiance. "I'm Faithstar" though you really don't want to be, your siblings aren't in sight at the moment to force into taking the spotlight. "...Of.." you pause, glancing at the stone that they gather at "..Rockclan." Maybe that was a little silly, but you guess it could be a plausible clan name. "I have something to announce... If Cloudclan is done" nervously your gaze flickers to Sunstar. Polite to a fault you hadn't heard the leader say they were finished yet, maybe his deputy still had more to add? You think they're supposed to announce when they're done anyways. Flexing your paws against the soil you sit beside Fawnkit, pressing your maw together into a thin line.