camp a simple mistake / baby's first wishful thinking

[Cormorantkit]

☾ He is placed rather delicately at the entrance of whatever clearing had been made here, though the softness of his landing mattered little when the scent of so many cats was more scary than the sudden impact. Immediately, unthinkingly, the boy curls back into himself, his hackles rising and his tail bottle-brushing in that way that all kits did when they got slightly spooked. It was too much and all at once, he knew that he was hungry, he wanted mama, and he did not like it here.

He looks back at the cats that had hurried him along, baleful green eyes accusatory in the wake of the overstimulation. They had promised food. This was not food. This was something very not-food - one promise broken and he would not take it lightly (or, so he felt in the moment.) A flutter of movement draws his gaze away though, and large orbs peer into the piney gloom, catching the dim light that reflected off of -

"Ma!" the boy squeaks excitedly, his bottle-brush quickly sticking up in the air as he sighted her (really, are we sure -) yes, yes, that was her, with the same downward turn of her mouth and sour eyes and claw-tipped feet and spotted mottles all over her body. He was very sure that was her. He bounded over, the accusations his previous glare offered forgotten as he leapt to reunite with his "mother."

"Ma!" he squeaked again, breathlessly, burying his face into her leg before she could say anything. I tried to be real good, he wanted to squall, but something about the words caught in his throat, and so he only whimpered a little, not quite realizing the difference between his mother's winter-stiff coat and the unfortunately similar pelt of @CHRYSALISWING .

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[CHRYSALISWING]

Chrysaliswing wandered through the Skyclan camp's clearing as a wraith more than a warrior, like a bonesetter had neglected to suture him in all the right ways, and he had been forever deigned to walk with splinters and nails within his fleshed body. Every step seemed to pain him, though he hardly allowed it to bloom upon wildfire countenance. The act of existence was what broke him, shattered his insides so that there lie nothing but the remnants of whatever good he had been born with. Contemplation curled heavy upon an addled mind, and it overtook him as a miasma, numbing such pain and cloying such light away. It wasn't until something warm tried to bury itself into the side of his leg that he snapped back to reality, and mismatched glare pooled downwards to see a sable-and-snow kitten clinging to him, as if a one-winged bird knitted of frail glasses and yarns. Who's kitten is this? The first thought beamed into him. It had not been long until waves of leaden grief washed over him, like hands of grey that aimed to drown him in them. The moisture in his throat dried out, feeling as though he suffocated on nothing but the stagnant, stilled air. This is not his child. Why did Cormorantkit love Chrysaliswint more than Chrysaliswing had ever loved his misbegotten children? A pit settled within the breadths of his stomach, marble of unalloyed metal roiling around in the turmoil of his gut. "I'm not your 'Ma.' Get off of me, or else I'll tell your real mother." The chimaeric tomcat growled, as he attempted to practically shake Cormorantkit off of him, as if the child were nothing more than a chip of debris that hacked into soft skin. He might as well have been nothing more than a pesky burr to the man who wanted nothing to do with any sort of fatherhood, no matter the source of it.

𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 ⚠︎ 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘷𝘦

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  —— CHRYSALISWING / He/They / 29 Moons
  —— Warrior of Skyclan / Mentoring n/a
  —— A long-haired tomcat with chimaeric patterning. His left side is fully black and his right side is black splotched with sunset-orange. He has complete heterochromia, with his right eye being a bright green and his left eye being a glowering yellow.
  —— Abrasive, temperamental, and critical. Approach at your own risk and engage at your own cost. Despite this, he is a hard worker and quick to call out what he finds wrong.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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[Chickbloom]

Cormorantkit was an enigma among Skyclan’s newcomers. As one of the first cats to find the tiny tom, Chickbloom had been haphazardly running about camp trying to find something suitable for the seemingly-abandoned boy. Could kits that age eat squirrel? He’d asked for food which was yet to be provided, but was some too dangerous? Will stringy meat catch in his tiny throat? The coward whimpered softly, wishing Butterflytuft was here to offer input.

Chickbloom eventually settled on a juicy mouse, and was padding back to the nursery when amber eyes went wide upon seeing Cornorantkit cuddle up with what might as well have been a wolf. The warrior didn’t know Chrysaliswing too well, the prickly tom’s attitude likely playing a part in the distance between them. That attitude was on full display now, and the coward looked on like a spectator to a car crash. “Um - that’s not - no -“ The whelp whimpered, padding back and forth and trying to figure out how to intervene.

He didn’t want to attack the problem by chastising Chrysaliswing, lest the other’s annoyance be redirected onto him. “Um, he doesn’t have a - a m-mom - er, i m-mean we can’t f-find her, I guess…” The milksop mumbled, trying to diffuse the situation around the mouse in his jaws. Suddenly struck with an idea thanks to the flesh in his mouth, Chickbloom dangled the carcass by the tail, trying to bait Cormorantkit away from the dangerous tom trying to shake him away. “L-Look! I - I brought you a - some f-food…you - you w-wanted that, right?”​

 

[Cormorantkit]

☾ Ma' shakes him off and the boy tumbles away, purposefully over-dramatizing his roll to show that he was trying to play. Ma' sounds lower, gruffer, than usual. He does not mind. Maybe she had yelled too much at a stranger again and lost her normally comforting monotone. She would send better after a little water, he bet.

The yellow tom from before says something to Ma', and the boy furrows his brow. Yes, he wanted food, but Ma' was right there, and so it was better to take food from her. He shook his head firmly - no, I can't take your food, I shouldn't take food from strangers. "Ma' in bad mood right now. You come back later or she make you scratch-it." The child affirms, wholly sure that his mother's sour temper was based on the amount of cats around her versus his absence. Or at least... so he thinks.

He blinks back up at @CHRYSALISWING , ignoring totally - in typically little boy fashion - everything "his" parental figure had just said. "I stay right where s'posed to. Did good?" ​

 

[sweetnose]

"Ah- kit," Oh, StarClan, did he even have a name? Sweetnose glances to Chickbloom, wide-eyed, and then to Chrysaliswing with a furrowed brow of confusion. Had either of them picked up on that? If one had been given, Sweetnose hadn't heard it among the camp gossip (surprising, because she made a point to keep up with such things). Teal eyes drop back upon the kitten, a feather-brush of attention. He's like a little inverted Edenberry, they note with a warm flicker of friendship. They twitch their whiskers, gesturing for the monochrome scrap to look at her, and then Sweetnose drops into a playful crouch.

"Do you wanna take twoooo big jumps this way? We can play the invisible bramble wall game. Ma's it! We have to run away from her-" Sorry, Chrysaliswing- "if she feels like chasing us around. If we get swatted, then we have the brambles!"
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