private ❆ Seether is neither ⸙ Rimekit

[Brackenscar]

There used to be a time where Brackenpaw would hang around the nursery often, back when they were an extra stubborn freshly named apprentice. Refusing to leave the friends she had made there alone for very long or just seeking refuge temporarily when she had found Bluefrost to be particularly frustrating to work with. Now that she's a little older she's still stubborn and rebellious in that matter, but the rift of generations has grown. She has little to no connections to the nursery, as such they found themself outgrowing visiting it that often. Even if she likes hanging out with Bluefrost they do feel a little awkward about what to do when around her children. Even then hanging out is a stretch, as that disconnect naturally happens when kits are brought between a pair, she had no baby sibilngs or any inclination to bear kits of their own. Dealing with being around them at her age was a challenge they didn't want to face, their presence near the nursery sparse.

Now that the kits are a little older they have to admit that some of them are kind of cool, after witnessing Rimekit's spout of rebellion they consider her the highest on a list. Not that she actually ranks kits on how cool they are, should she start doing that? The calico decides maybe they should since they carefully carry the best pair of beetle wings they found in their nest over to where the she-kit should be. It's harder to find anything intact during this cold months, luckily some bugs find refuge in the tunnels. The beetle by the front of the tunnel had been long dead by the time Brackenpaw found it, which is beneficial since she can't stomach the idea of tearing the wings from anything actually living.

"Hey Rimekit, look at what I found" she called out as she pokes her head into the mouth of the nursery. Their words are delivered funny, as it's a little difficult to properly annunciate her words and shift her jaw when trying to not crush something so delicate. A scarred head bows, those small delicate wings safely set on the ground. They keep a white paw over them, gingerly enough to not crush anything but a decent attempt of shielding them from being whisked away from the winds outside.

"You can have it if you want" they were unsure if the kitten held an interest in bugs, there was a quiet hope that she did. It would be easier to bond with her then, if the kit even wanted that. They suppose they just wanted her to know that there could be a friend found in Brackenpaw if she so desired that.

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• ooc. @rimekit this can be used for the giving prompt if you'd like <33
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  Brackenpaw ✩ They/she, tunneler apprentice, 14 moons
  
  
  
  
  ⸙ A scowling, tiny calico who still needs to grow into her ears.
  ⸙ Mentored by Scorchstar | Formally mentored by Bluefrost.
  ⸙ Speech, thoughts, attacking.
  ⸙ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ( underline and tag when attacking ).
  ⸙ All opinions are IC only.
  penned by Juice.
  

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[rimekit]

If you asked Rimekit about where she thought she ranked among the kits in the nursery, the headstrong child would definitely put herself first… or maybe second. The pale kitten would abdicate the number one spot to Comfreykit if he wanted it — him being her preferred littermate among the quintuplets (just don't let the others know). There would be immense pride in knowing Brackenpaw thinks similarly to the child of smoke and porcelain; regards Rimekit as cool compared to the other nursery residents. It would further fuel her ego… which would be a shame so it's for the best these thoughts remain unspoken.

Rimekit rouses from a nap she didn't remember falling asleep for, yawning wide and stretching her freckled paws in front of her. Mother must have tricked her into sleeping, must have tricked all the kits into sleeping given the rest of her littermates are still curled up among each other. The kitten contemplates waking them up, but fate decides to allow her siblings more time to nap by sending the tunneler apprentice into the nursery. Triangular ears perk high as Brackenpaw calls for Rimekit, the excitable child quick to heed the invitation for company paired with an unexpected gift.

"They are beautiful," Rimekit gasps as she gazes upon the beetle wings. She thinks herself to be a burgeoning collector and these will go splendidly in her small collection (it's just Cottonsprig's feather at the moment). "Thank you Brackenpaw. Are they bug wings? What kind of bug did they come from?" The kitten inquires as her bright blue eyes study the iridescent appendages closely, shifting up to behold the tunneler's visage every now and then.​

[ penned by kerms ]​

 

[Brackenscar]

Her maw quirks into a smile, stars they really do just talk like miniature Bluefrosts. Or at least Rimekit does, they can't say that she really noticed enough of the other kits to know if everyone else is talking like that but judging the fact that Rimekit seems to be the most oppositional... She safely bets that yes, yes they do. Rimekit doesn't scrunch her maw in disgust at the sight or speak in a shrill manner like other cats in the clan may do. It seems that she holds a blossoming appreciation for them, Brackenpaw admits that this is great news to hear. She bows her head in a nod "I'm glad you like them" truthfully they are. It's always a possibility that their bizzare act of gift giving will go wrong. For some reason so many clan mates just seem to dislike or be fearful of insects, that she will never understand.

Rimekit in contrast is wide eyed and curious, they never prepared for this fact since it's never happened before. Those who end up liking them usually have their own collection of bugs and can name the types, it makes them truly realize how out of touch she is when interacting with kits. "Yes, they're bug wings!" There's a slight uptick in their tone, one of true joy colouring her pitch. "They come from a beetle, you wouldn't have seen one yet have you?" They don't believe so, it started getting cold fairly quickly after they were concious enough to register their surroundings. Honestly Brackenpaw couldn't tell her if prompted which squirming little body was hers when they first visited Bluefrost int he nursery post kitting.

"When it's warmer you'll see more of them, while it's cold they usually sleep under rocks or can be found in the tunnels" she explains with a shrug. The tunnels are rare too, they find they have to wait until they are much further within the black abyss to truly notice any skittering bugs. She settles on her haunches, tail sweeping the ground behind her. "When its warm you should be an apprentice, maybe we could look together for some then" they wager they'd be a warrior then. They hope so at least, unless they somehow mess up real bad and get held back it should be around the same time.

"How has the rock been?" They ask after a moment of contemplative silence. Hopefully it had been weighing down that feather of hers, unless of course the issue was never the wind and the rebellious kitten had used it as an excuse to leave the nursery.

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• ooc.
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  Brackenscar ✩ They/she, Tunneler, 14 moons
  
  ⸙ A scowling, tiny calico with large ears.
  ⸙ Mentored by Scorchstar | Bluefrost.
  ⸙ Speech, thoughts, attacking.
  ⸙ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ( underline and tag when attacking ).
  ⸙ All opinions are IC only.
  penned by Juice.
  

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