development a rose by any other name

[Cormorantkit]

☾ Once they had entered into camp, the boy had been quite awkwardly shuffled to the nursery with the promise that "Butterflytuft" would look after him. There were kits his age that he could play with while the adults did their talking and deliberating. The boy, not quite paying attention and not fully interested to even try, had not learned exactly who Butterflytuft was and why he had to go to them, especially when Ma' was right outside... even if she was being particularly grumpy.

Owlishly, pale green eyes attempt to refocus in the new scenario, and just for a moment, the child feels like maybe he should just slip out at the first chance he can get. Being surrounded by so many new people, so many unknown figures... it scares him. He doesn't want to be here. Why would Ma' pick a place like this of all places to go?

Baleful eyes finally adjust, and he turns his gaze from one inhabitant to the next, before finally deciding on a pale patched form. That could be Butterflytuft.

He makes a squeaky little sound, his soft paws whispering against the ground as he trudged up to @ODDGLEAM with all the little courage he could muster after the scare of recent events. "I'm s'posed to go to you." He announces firmly, knowing that his dutiful response would deem him a very good boy. "Then I gets food." ​

 

[ODDGLEAM]

He is in a mid-grooming session, body twisted so he can do his best at reaching a particular spot. A large ear twitches at tiny pawsteps shuffling into the nursery. Hm? Oddgleam raises his head from his feathery coat, to blink down at the tiny kit whom walked up to his nest. He raises a brow at the bicolored, quite ugly child in front of him. Long patched tail flicked at the sound that came out of the scrap's body, he turned his head around the dimmed nursery. ...Who's kid is this?

The pale - patched queen turned his attention to the small kit again, listening to what the child had to say. Go to him? Why wasn't he informed of this? He tucked his dainty pale paws under his chest. "Oh?" A soft smile grew upon his pale lips, half - lidded eyes blinked down at the unknown kit. "Ah, food you say? The name is Oddgleam... Sooo, What's your name kid?" He bends his head down to be at eyelevel to the mysterious kit who trudged up to his nest. He is surprised about this development.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 ♡ 𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑳 𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑫𝑶𝑺𝑬 𝑶𝑵 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬

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• temp oddgleam reference

  

• ( LIKE HONEY IN WARM MILK ) ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ ODDGLEAM. ╱ skyclan queen.
  ⸝⸝ non-binary ; HE / THEY ; 17 MOONS OLD & AGES EVERY 7TH.
  ♡ bi-pan / polyamorous / mated to crowsight & owlheart
  ♡ pretty, long-legged medium furred sliver-cream calico with copper eyes.
  ♡ battle notes — thoughts ; "Speech, e7d3e7" ; attacks only
  ♡ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ♡ smells like caramel frappe & chilled stone
  — all opinions are ic
  
  — biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone

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[Whitekit]

Snowy knows what it’s like to be the new kit to be brought in to SkyClan. How many more were due to be found in the coming moons? It seems that the queens were due to be busy, but it was because of their kindness that kits like himself had safety and a home. Snowy didn’t like to think about what could have happened if the patrol hadn’t found him.

The white kit watched the hustle and bustle as the newest addition was brought in, though he made no attempt to approach. He didn’t want to crowd the youngster, nor did he want to leave the warm patch he had created in his nest. But curiosity was a powerful thing, especially when he saw the stranger go to Oddgleam. It took a moment before Snowy rose to his paws and slinked towards them, straining a single ear forward as he tried to listen in. In silence he lurked at the edge of Oddgleam’s nest, spying on the pair.
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[DOEBLAZE]

Unless the stars decide to strike her with an unwanted miracle, Doeblaze will never be residing here again (and she doesn't think that's quite within StarClan's scope, anyways). That doesn't mean she can't visit, though, she thinks as she slips past the bristling guard of holly sprigs. Their sharp scent is bitter on the nose, half-poisoned by memories, but also wonderfully reminiscent of her children's birth, her naming of her daughter. It clears her head, as it always does, and she ducks into the nursery with the bracing scent of holly-berry still lingering in her nose. A small, bright-bodied warbler is pinched neatly between her long fangs, ready to be delivered to her son's mate.

It seems they've already found a visitor, though; one of SkyClan's newest arrivals bobs at his paws, requesting food. The kit is small, no more than three moons, she guesses just from looking at him, with a dark body shot through with bold white markings. " Hey, Oddgleam. He's one of the new kits, I think. "

Doeblaze blinks at her son-in-law, who's entertaining the kit's demands as one of the other foundlings peers around their nest to stare at the new kit. She's always had a soft spot for the nursery residents, and her mouth dips into a small smile as she glances at the kit. Depositing the golden-hued warbler between Oddgleam and the strange kit, she nods to it. " It's meant for you, but this one seems hungry. "

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[Cormorantkit]

☾ The child tilted his head. What was his name? Oddgleam. Not Butterflytuft. Should he give a name?

Wide green eyes shifted from adult to kit to adult, trying to measure (with all the ability that a child could) how to explain the mix-up. Should he just wander off and find real-Butterflytuft? Hmm.... well, it'd be less of a mess to just pretend this was what he meant to do all along, right?

"Ma' don' call me nothing." he gave matter-of-factly. She used to call him little bird or dear or baby, baby boy, but now Ma (with a raspier voice and more teeth) told him go-way and get! Must have been all the cats. Other cats always made Ma' cranky. "Sos.... I gets that food now?" ​