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Jitterbug moves like a loose spring, eir paws pressing light against the forest floor as ey weaves between roots and underbrush. Ey hums under eir breath—a sharp, staccato note, followed by a clicking of teeth. It's constant, a rhythm to eir motion as ey stalks forward. Eir ears twitch at every...

Jitterbug doesn't believe in ghosts. Ey doesn't believe in curses, either, but ey knows better than to trust the land beneath eir paws. There's something wrong with it—the taste of rot lingers too thick in the air, the ground feels too still, like it's waiting for something. But none of that...

Jitterbug exhales sharply through eir nose, ears twitching once, twice—first toward Sharpshadow's voice, then flicking back as if deciding whether or not to acknowledge it. Ey hadn't exactly been trying to escape—not in the dramatic sense, anyway—but the moment someone asks if ey's okay, it...

Jitterbug moves through the undergrowth with quick steps, eir paws barely making a sound against the damp earth. Eir ears flick this way and that, catching every tiny rustle, every whisper of movement in the forest around em. The air is thick with the scent of leaf litter and old rain, the...

Jitterbug twitches. The sensation creeps up eir spine, a prickle just beneath eir pelt, and eir muscles coil tight like a wound spring. It's too loud here. Too many voices talking over one another, too many scents muddling together in the thick, humid air of camp. Eir ears flick back, then...

The air bites sharp and cold, pricking at Jitterbug's nose and ears as ey weaves through the brittle reeds. Every pawstep crunches faintly against the frostbitten ground, an unwelcome reminder of how difficult hunting has become. Ey exhales hard through eir nose, the breath misting in front of...

The frosted grass crunches softly beneath Jitterbug's paws as ey slinks through the unfamiliar moorland, eir tail low and swaying behind em. Ey stifles a tic—a quick jerk of eir neck that threatens to break eir focus—as ey scans the landscape. The icy wind pricks at eir fur, but ey pushes on...

Jitterbug twitches with each step, eir neck jerking slightly in reaction to the cold that bites through the ground beneath eir paws. The damp marshland is freezing over in parts, crisp and dangerous, but Jitterbug grins despite eir shivers. This patrol with Mirestar might be chilly, but it gives...

Jitterbug's whiskers twitch as Mirestar's familiar form comes into view, piquing their attention. They're midway through sorting their trinkets—shells, scraps of fur, a smooth pebble—when the leader approaches, eyeing the collection. Mirestar's question makes Jitterbug's ears flick, and without...

Jitterbug watches Swansong drift through the marsh like a specter, all calm and composed. It feels a little surreal to see her commanding a patrol, and yet here they are, hunting under her lead. They're used to tagging along on these hunts, but leadership still seems strange on her, like a cloak...

Sunshinespot's grin feels as warm as the sun itself, and Jitterbug can't help but feel that warmth tangle up eir insides like a nettle. Though ey's done this plenty, skirting the edge of the thunderpath with the gravel crunching underpaw, Jitterbug never quite manages to shut off the prickling...

Jitterbug's ear flicks as ey spots Sunshinespot approaching, eyes narrowing just a bit in suspicion. As usual, something about the thunderpath makes em restless—maybe it's the hum in the air or the way the ground beneath vibrates from time to time—but ey stands tall, fighting the twitch that's...

Jitterbug sprawls out on the sun-warmed rock just beyond the camp entrance, eir tail twitching as ey surveys the small pile of treasures ey's collected today. There's something satisfying about having these little things—pieces of the world that don't belong to anyone but em. Ey's laid them out...

Jitterbug's sharp blue eyes scan the scene, taking in Sunshinespot's cheery demeanor and the thunderpath that stretches out like a dark, dangerous ribbon between them. The air around the thunderpath has this strange, electric hum to it, like a warning to keep away. Ey learned long ago not to...

A quiet huff escapes the warrior as ey watches the proceedings, having just returned to camp after gathering some feathers out in the territory. Ey gives a minute shake of eir head as ey walks past the other warriors, headed for the warriors' den in order to add them to eir nest.