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βš›οΈŽβ‚ŠΛšβ€§ Regrettably, Amberhaze had been unable to spare any feathers upon his initial presentation of them on the day of the first frost borne from Leafbare and its unexpected arrival. The kits who had gathered around expressed great interest in the treasures he had brought back, but during such an unpredictable time he did not find it in him to be giving to any singular individual- even curious kittens with undisguised desire and excitement igniting their soft little eyes. He was never one to feel quite terribly over denying ones desires should it be in favor of the greater good, but he would have been a fool to say that the twinge he felt within his chest as he turned away from disappointed expressions and wailing pleas with that bundle of tantalizing and radiant colored feathers didn't linger in his mind for quite some time after. It was not the kits fault that they didn't understand the importance of resources, and that not every resource could be spared for their own enjoyment. Not to mention, there would be far fewer to be found now that the weather had turned so dire, and they may have to wait for many more moons before they'd get such an opportunity again. And so, Amberhaze took it upon himself to scour the marshland that was quickly freezing over in order to collect as many more feathers as he could manage and that the universe should allow. He spent hours in the bitter chill, circling the same areas back and forth just to ensure no stone had been left unturned. The words of Promisekit rattled within his skull as he pressed on; "Are there any blue feathers, Gigglepaw?..." As well as those of young Smokykit; "...Or a cool rock?" He made a mental note of them both.

Now, the gangly figure of Amberhaze stood with trembling limbs outside of the nursery, his twitching maw clamped gently over a rather impressive haul of multicolored feathers...one so blue it seemed to have been carved directly from topaz, and amidst all of the plumage- a singular rock, the coolest he could find- in fact, it wasn't a rock at all, but a stray chunk of glittering obsidian. He would clear his tense throat before announcing his presence with a voice muffled by his cargo, though he made sure to raise it enough so that it would still effectively carry itself within the walls of the open, newly winterized nursery. "U-Uh...Hey, kits? Come- Come here f-for a second? I um- I brought you some- uh- something." Swallowing hard, he settled down upon sharp, boney haunches and awaited the response- or perhaps lack thereof- with bated breath and a dip of his head to allow for his gifts to rest comfortably against frosted earth.
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  • ooc: belated little open thread for @promisekit, @Tinykit, and @SMOKYKIT, but no need to wait! <3 please keep it angst free (side eyeing sharpshadow) and this would be taking place before the war with thunderclan and during the first signs of Leafbare's early approach
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    AMBERHAZE β€” HE/HIM ο½₯ 19 MOONS ο½₯ WARRIOR OF SHADOWCLAN ο½₯ PENNED BY SLOANE
    black oriental shorthair. a short but lengthy black cat with a boney build and striking ocher eyes filled with unveiled trepidation.
 

The feather that her son gifted her was a little worse for wear, as was custom for one who lived in the mud and muck. Some vanes were clumped together, other sections had been lost to time, but she would never get rid of it even if all that remained were a plucked quill. One had never been enough for the cinnamon tabby though. Watching Amberhaze bring a bundle of knickknacks into camp caused her pupils to black out the emerald in her eyes, her jowls twinging as her mouth threatened to water at the delectable sight. Feathers... rocks... things that she just had to have for her nest. Amberhaze moved past the warrior's den and towards the Nursery where, sure enough, kittens awaited, ready to accept the gifts her clanmate had for them.

That wouldn't do, not when it'd been so long since she'd last seen something worth borrowing.

She snuck closer, hoping to find the best way to get a present and keep the kittens happy. If she took one without them noticing, things would be ok, but she'd learned Amberhaze had eyes like a particularly timid hawk. Her head tilted left and right as she wrestled with a way to appease her impulse before eventually, a smile settled upon her maw. Time to go with the first idea that came to her, that always worked (most of the time). "Now now kittens... we have a very special way of thanking cats in ShadowClan," she mewed, trying her best to keep a relatively neutral expression. "Words just don't do. If someone gives you something, you have to bite their ears so they know that you've seen their kindness."

 
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To say that she had been disappointed after not receiving any of the stockpiled goods Amberhaze had laid bare for all of ShadowClan to see would be an understatement, and Smokykit had certainly made her displeasure known after the fact, though it hadn't taken long at all for her to begin to move on. There was more in the world to do, after all, such as investigate all that had come with this mysterious cold snap, or play with the insulating materials that other warriors had brought in to line their nest. Maybe Amberhaze would receive a look or two directed his way if their paths crossed again, knowing that he had kept all that stuff from her and her littermates, but really it's fine. Other stuff to do, and all that, she tells herself.

Not a plan in the world aside from nosing around camp, Smokykit is certainly surprised by the summons beckoning her and her littermates forth - neither Ashenfall nor Flintwish had said anything about any sort of special activity today, and her steps are light with burgeoning curiosity as she trots outside, trusting her siblings to follow right on her heels. At the sight of the objects Amberhaze has assembled, Smokykit's eyes grow wide, though she's quick to send him a skeptical glance. More stuff they couldn't have? Oh, and it looks so cool, too, the downy feathers, the varying trinkets, the shiny chunk of rock practically calling her name.

He's quick to announce that he's brought them something, however, and though it takes a few moments to connect, it's immediately evident the moment Smokykit realizes what his words mean. "You mean we get to keep stuff this time?" she practically squeals, bouncing in place with excitement. Oh, what should she pick out? These were probably the best feathers she's ever seen, so colorful in plumage - maybe one of them would suit the nest? No, wait - the rock! Smokykit descends upon the pile like a living column of ash, tiny paws outstretched directly for the that Amberhaze had no doubt picked out just for her, seeing, as it was the only one of its kind within the varying trinkets he had brought out for them.

"THANK YOU!" she hollers, her new acquisition already being batted around between her paws. It was so pretty looking, and it wasn't a measly little pebble, either - something dark and heavy and perfect, though perhaps opinions would change when somebody felt it poking them in the night, woven into the strands of their shared nest. No mind is paid to the gathered feathers, not yet at least; her new chunk of obsidian has Smokykit's attention held captive, though she does watch the rest of her littermates descend upon the proffered goods with curiosity sparkling in her gaze.

It seems that the denizens of the nursery weren't the only ones attracted by Amberhaze's offering, as Ferndance also sidles up, though Smokykit pays her no particular mind until she offers them some advice about being polite. "What, really? I've never heard of that..." Eyes narrowed, she gives Ferndance a searching look, as though she could sense something deeper behind this supposed tradition, but just as quickly as the suspicion crosses her features, it quickly melts into something much happier. "Okay!" she chirps brightly - how kind of Ferndance to inform her of something so important!

Though still young, limbs hardly starting to fill out, Smokykit's determination is still something to be feared. Fueled by her excitement at the gifts, she begins to leap up, over and over, pearly kitten teeth looking to snag into flesh in order to display her gratitude. Her new chunk of obsidian lies dutifully between her paws, shuddering slightly each time her seeking paws slam back into the ground when she fails to hit her mark.​

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  • SMOKYKIT β€”. She/her, kit of ShadowClan
    β€” .Flintwish x Ashenfall, littermate to Promisekit, Tinykit, & Mercykit
    β€” . 2 moons old, ages on the 1st
    β€” .An ill-proportioned, smoky molly with bright amber eyes and an exceedingly curly, tangled pelt.
    β€” .Enthusiastic and vibrant, easily distracted, prideful & caring - friendly within reason
    β€” .Peaceful & healing powerplay permitted - brushing up against her, shoulder bumps, etc.
    β€” .Penned by Hijinks - feel free to DM me on Discord to plot! ^^
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Amberhaze is not a figure Ternfrost expects to see entering the nursery - blue eyes flicking across inktoned figure as he stands there, trembling, before setting his possessions down. Ears twitch and tail flicks in interest when he at last speaks, the molly lumbering over on large paws to stare at the haul - sure, he'd said kits, but that doesn't mean she can't claim something for her own under a similar guise. Her children would make use of whatever she shoved into their ramshackle nest anyways.

Probably.

" I'm unsure that Amberhaze would like that kind of thanks - perhaps using words would be enough, " usually, she'd find humor in Ferndances mischief - but truthfully, Amberhaze looks one light breeze away from falling over as it is, and she fears he may take his offer of sharing back should kitten teeth find purchase in his ears.

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