camp A MIRACLE CALLED LIFE - post birth / naming

[HOLLYWHISPER.]

It was a long day, and even now that everything is all said and done, time still feels like it's slowed down to a crawl. The painful part is over, but the hard part still looms ahead - raising them.

Hollywhisper looks down at the two kittens nestled close to him. Nameless, for now. For all the time he spent being miserable in the nursery, he should have thought more about names. But he didn't, so he has to think extra hard now.

The tortoiseshell kitten stirs and he looks at her gently. He thinks of the freedom he values so much, the freedom hopes that she also enjoys, like a bird taking to the skies. “Oriolekit,” he decides.

The other, his mostly cream-pelted son, reminds him of the day as it bleeds into night. If Oriolekit is the bird taking to the sky, then he will be the sky itself. “And you're Sunsetkit.” A nod to his grandfather, as well.

With that settled, Hollywhisper lets out a sigh. He's worried about what the path ahead of him holds for him and his family, but he's sure of one thing: he'd do anything to protect them.

// @DUSTSTORM @sunsetkit @DAWNGLARE @Fireflypaw (med cat tag just in case) not too detailed bc cat muse is at a big low but it is in existence now. also no need to wait ^_^
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"Speech"​

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SOMETIMES THAT LONELY LOVE DEFILES YOU​

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[Fireflyglow]

"They're beautiful. Those names are wonderful, too, Hollywhisper." Fireflypaw reassures the tom with a smile, leaning down to lick the kitten's fur backwards a few times before he sits back to listen to the squeaks and cries of little kits. This was a memorable moment, he knew- when kits were born, they would have more warriors. Strong apprentices who would train hard. "I'll leave you to rest. Are you open to visitors, Holly?" He asks softly, careful not to rouse the newborns.​

SKYCLAN MEDICINE CAT APPRENTICE ✦ 20 MOONS ✦ CHUNKY, BIG-FOOTED SEAL POINT ✦ TAGS​

 

[FLUFFYPAW]

She’d been ushered away during Hollywhisper’s kitting, much to her chagrin. As much as the cries of pain and the blood would have startled her, Fluffykit wants to be a mama someday—a mama as good as her mama is. And she should know what happens when kits are born, in her opinion. Still, she waits impatiently for Fireflypaw to attend to the queen and his newborns before padding excitedly back into the nursery. “Oh, they’re so cute!” Her smile creases her pale muzzle, lighting her up from within. One of the kits has a tortoiseshell pelt, and Hollywhisper dubs her Oriolekit; the other is cream-colored, and he’s dubbed Sunsetkit. “Those names are soooo adorable,” she whispers.

After a moment, she looks to Hollywhisper and then to Fireflypaw. “Do you need anything? I can help watch them now! I’m almost five moons old,” she exclaims proudly. She would be such a great nursery helper!

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: —
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• Fluffykit, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 4 moons old, ages realistically on the 9th.
  — mentored by n/a ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a.
  — skyclan kit. butterflytuft x dandelionwish, gen 3.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh chocolate tortie/cream chimera with jade eyes. frightened, clingy, anxious, gentle.
  
  

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[DAWNGLARE]

Did he ever leave SkyClan, he would be relieved not to ever do this again. It is often a whole - day affair, that is spent by him standing by... doing nothing of note. He has observed that it's somewhat known his presence isn't often... necessary. Still, he appears. Duty, or something along those lines. His presence is one that brings others comfort, and no, he would not lie and say that this didn't please him... He only wishes he could do that from elsewhere in camp.

Perhaps he should consider it a blessing that SkyClan's queens rarely ever see complications with their kittings. Or perhaps, he could simply continue to be annoyed.

" Yes, yes, very good. Well done. " Etcetera. It takes great strength not to do something arbitrary like yawn or pick at his teeth. He visibly pulls a bit of skeptical face when Fireflypaw claims them to be " beautiful. " An annoying, Blaze - like figure in his head detests his lack of enthusiasm, and its this figure that implores him to observe the kits, and take more away from them than... eugh. " Sunsetkit is a lovely name, " he says, in an uninhibited show of bias. " Both healthy, too. " It's about all he needs to say. The voice is quieted, and Dawnglare stands to his feet.

The enthusiasm Fluffykit shows in caring for them is utterly unrelatable. He supposes that she gets it from her mother. Cute, but not enough to make him revaluate his opinions. Few things could ever do that. Dawnglare glances to her rather lethargically, though many moons ago, he likely would have ignored her altogether. " Nearly an apprentice, are you? " He's never quite understood the appeal, besides the benefit of no longer sleeping in the nursery, of course. " Just keep an eye on them and find one of us if they seem off, please and thank you. "

A friendly-ish flick of his tail is offered to Hollywhisper in passing before he takes his leave.

A WISE WOMAN SAID I'M ALIVE 🍷 NOBODY'S EVER TOLD HER SHE'S WRONG

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• ( I'M AS ALIVE AS HER BEARD IS LONG ) DAWNGLARE Medicine Cat of SkyClan. Mentoring Fireflypaw
  𓆩♡𓆪 He / him , deeply confused by the use of other pronouns
  𓆩♡𓆪 Currently 63 moons old as of 4.8.24. Mated to Mallowlark
  
  Unsettling and strange, Dawnglare bears a unique perception to the world and stars above on top of a generally unpleasant disposition. Holds others to uniquely impossible standards and himself undeniably above the rest. Delusional and very much stuck in his ways. The death of his closest friend has helped him none, in this
  Mood is decided by dice - rolls per thread, with the exception of some important threads

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[sunsetkit]

*+:｡.｡ Without a single care in the world, Sunsetkit is born.
Noises and touch are foreign to the new life, the excitement of it all already not much to his liking. Sunsetkit focuses his thoughtless little head on kneading Hollywhisper's tummy for more beads of milk, the taste and warmth in his belly luckily outshining the discomfort of his pelt being brushed with a rough tongue and his sealed ears drummed with unknowable words.
He does, eventually, twitch his weak little head from his father's belly. Not so much lifting it as just turning his face and neck. Sealed eyes squint in the general direction of the speaking cats - with coincidence, mainly towards Dawnglare. After a moment of not-observing, the kit's little mouth suddenly twitches. His first cry? A mew perhaps? Or, by god, was this little genius about to somehow say his first words within the first seconds of his first life and-

"mRRP" he proclaims to the world, a burp as little as his tiny body.
Promptly thereafter, his bobble of a head falls upon his pappa's belly, and the little one dyed the last rays of daylight is out for the count.
What a fun first day of existence!

*+:｡.｡ Updated 3/22/24

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  GENERAL:
  ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 Sunsetkit
  ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 DMAB— He/Him
  ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 zero moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 Son to Hollywhisper and Duststorm
  ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 Skyclan — Kit
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁Physically worm | mentally tadpole
  ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 Attack in bold #fbd98a
  injuries: None currently

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[Orangestar]

For the most part, Orangestar avoids labouring queens. She had absolutely hated the extra eyes on her when having her own kits, even though she didn't hate the extra help afterwards, and the check-ins made her feel appreciated in a way she's felt neither before nor since. She suspects Hollywhisper may feel the same, and so wants to make this as quick as possible. Put an appearance in as leader, say a couple of words, exit. She brings with her a vole, caught by the riverside in a stroke of luck, and waits for Dawnglare to exit before she pokes her head into the crowded den. StarClan, she'd forgotten how busy could be in here! In the unlikely event she ever bears a second litter, she's glad she would have the privacy of her den to hide away in. Carefully so as not to crowd, she places the vole down within reach of Hollywhisper and then withdraws a couple of steps.

"You don't need to talk if you don't want to." Orangestar offers, a slim thread of sympathy in her voice. As flippant as the plan had sounded in her head, she does take a moment to glance over the exhausted tortoiseshell and his new kits. Fluffykit is right; they are cute, in a strange way.

"This is for you, when you get hungry. Fluffykit," she adds to the little tortoiseshell sternly, "make sure none of the other kits eat it. That vole is for Hollywhisper."​

 

[FLUFFYPAW]

Dawnglare, a silent sentinel at Hollywhisper’s side, breaks his quiet at last. He tells Hollywhisper he’d done well, deems the kits healthy, and begins to depart from the tortoiseshell’s side. Fluffykit blinks when the sepia-pelted medicine cat addresses her, posing first a question and then assigning her an important task. “Y-yes, I am,” she answers. It’s polite enough, but there’s marked hesitance in her expression as she responds. Stars, she’s not looking forward to leaving the nursery—her ceremony is a dreaded marker she tries not to dwell on for too long. “And I will! I’ll make sure Hollywhisper and the kits are all good.”

There’s a shifting at the nursery’s entrance. Orangestar enters, a vole dangling from her scarred mouth. Fluffykit scoots over to make room for her Clan leader, nodding vigorously at her instructions. “I’ll make sure no one eats it, I promise!” She puffs out her chest, feeling very important and helpful to have not one, but two tasks, given to her by the leader and the medicine cat themselves!

A tiny sound causes her ear to flick. She peers over Hollywhisper’s flank just as little Sunsetkit opens his mouth and lets a little sound emerge. She beams, her smile full and without any of the worry it’d carried before. “Oh my gosh, look at him! He’s so little…” The beginnings of a purr rumble in her throat. Had she been this little once, too? It’s so strange to think about!

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: —
• 
• Fluffykit, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 5 moons old, ages realistically on the 8th.
  — mentored by n/a ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a.
  — skyclan kit. butterflytuft x dandelionwish, gen 3.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh chocolate tortie/cream chimera with jade eyes. frightened, clingy, anxious, gentle.
  
  

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