private a soft place to land 〰 oddgleam

[edenberry ?!]

Stealing away little trinkets from their home is a simple enough task... they are bound to be replaced for all the boundless affection their Twoleg has and they think it a fun, tiny way they can include SkyClan in on the lives of their kittypet friends. They'd whisked a trinket to Dawnglare once, whom is not so shy about his admiration for those that can secure themselves a sheltered home. They only hope that each time they do this it is received joyously, rather than with contempt or disgust. It's hard to tell in this clan's more quiet climate now... who's willing to seethe over Twoleg toys and who isn't. They realize as they wander closer to the nursery that this consideration is unfitting... an anxious one that doesn't suit the kindness of Oddgleam.

He didn't seem the judgmental type... They poke their head inside, greeted by the soft scents of kitten fuzz and motherhood and grow woozy at the prospect of it. It's a fresh wound, even after moons of exposure... one they swallow past thickly as they approach, dropping the crinkly ball at their friend's feet with a practiced smile. "I know it'll be awhile before they're here and can play with it but... I thought it might be fun. And it won't fall to bits after one particularly rough game of mossball like well... moss... will." That longevity would prove useful and hopefully Budkit or Oleanderkit would not think to steal it for their own gain in the meantime. Butterflytuft could always just ask them to bring another next time...

"How're you feeling?" Nerves rattle in their paws like they are cooped up in this den instead, like they're trapped in their house and overwhelmed and uncertain all over again. Their tail twitches, trying as best as it can to cling close to their body despite its shortness.

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𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 〰 i want no more than this

• @ODDGLEAM
• -- edenberry / skyclan daylight warrior / any pronouns / 17 moons
  -- mostly white with black pinstripe and green eyes / scarred face and back
  -- color #728c69​

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[ODDGLEAM]

Being cooped up in the nursery has it's... advantages. Curled in his nest with his little ones slowly growing in his stomach. But, at least he could lounge as he pleases, without anyone telling him what to do. The does, however, have several denmates: Butterflytuft, Budkit, and Oleanderkit— a delightful experience. A large mismatched ear twitches at approaching pawsteps, sliding opening a copper eye to blink up at Edenberry. Ah. "...Hello, Edenberry." murmurs his response, before lifting his head from his paws. A yawn escapes his maw, before gazing down at the thing Edenberry presented him at his pale paws.

Head tilted to the side, a puzzled gaze drags up to the black-and-white feline before looking back down at the crumpled up thing. Oh... It's for the kits. Oddgleam lets a sleepy smile curl upon his maw. He doesn't know what to say. "Thank you for the gift... I'm sure when they're born. They'll love it." He hummed, dragging a paw toward the crinkly ball, batting at it slightly. He bends his pale - patched head down to scoop it up between his pearly teeth, then tucks it next to him in his nest.

"...How I'm feeling? Hmm, Been feeling so tired these days." The feathered queen lays his head down on the edge of his nest. Half - lidded eyes look up at Edenberry. "I have been thinking of some names for the scraps..." He trails off, curling his tail around himself. I could tell them... With an ear flick, he crosses one of his dainty paws over the paw, scrunching his pink nose up. He softly speaks, with a curl of a frown. "I'd rather not name one of my kits Ivykit... It's too green and boring. Very, normal... ew."

⋆. 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, ac7d88" ; 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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[edenberry ?!]

Oddgleam looks... tired.... and it sits on them too like a heavy blanket to behold it. They try not to lean into the yearning to yawn with him, blinking slowly as the pale cat adjusts to greet them and take the gift in turn. He seems interested in it himself even, rolling it around under-paw in consideration before nestling it in closer where it might be safer kept. Relief colors their smile, a tiny thing, as they wait politely for his sleepy replies.

With time, he wakens a bit more, becomes more invested in conversation and they feel less like a gnat buzzing between his ears. "Yeah I remember-" they pause, catching themself before adjusting their words, "Butterflytuft mentioning that once..." A sort of restless tiredness that whittled down to the bone. Like the dirt itself could be made comfortable enough to rest on at any given moment. The topic of names stirs a fluttering in their belly, one they stamp on eagerly to ignore. Names...

Instead of soft, sweet little things that he favors, the queen ventures to complain about names he isn't particularly fond of. It amuses them, a small laugh drawing out as they think about what silly things could be prescribed to some poor kit for life. "I think I'd have to run away forever if I had to meet some poor kit named Dirtkit... Or imagine a Foxkit after how Orangestar and Blazestar lost lives to them... Seems insensitive, huh?"

⟡₊ ⊹ i ll betray you like a man

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• -- edenberry / skyclan daylight warrior / any pronouns / 17 moons
  -- mostly white with black pinstripe and green eyes / scarred face and back
  -- color #728c69

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[ODDGLEAM]

He lets out a soft laugh when Edenberry replied to his complaining on naming his future kits. "Hmm, Dirtkit? That poor kitten..." He curls his lips into a smile, he wouldn't be able to have a straight face if someone was named dirt. It's immature, but it's too funny. But– Foxkit? He could name one Foxkit but... Eh. Why would he name a child after a beast like that? Though, Vixenkit has a nice ring to it...

Oddgleam tilts his head, making his patched cheek squish against his nest. Pink nostrils flair when he lets out a huff, mind wondering to his future little scraps wriggling at his side... "Eh, to be quite honest with you... I would name a kit Yipkit or hell... Vixenkit There's no harm in it." Slim shoulders shrug as he speaks, in a murmur. His tail twitches where it lays, he lifts his head up from the edge of the nest.

Half - lidded eyes blinking tiredly, shifting to tuck his paws under his chest and lifting his head from his nest. He speaks with a beaming expression on his patched face. "Berrykit♪ I have thinking of names and... as a friend of mine. I've been thinking of the name Berrykit for you." He felt pleased. A smile full of pearly teeth, passes his lips while his mismatched tail lashes in his excitement. "Though, Berry is pretty normal... but sweet. No?"

⋆. 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 ; 18 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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[edenberry ?!]

Dirtkit seems to get a good smile out of tired eyes... Edenberry is made happier for it. They decide that Oddgleam won't be going anywhere anytime soon and opt towards joining them in their lounging. The light and dark cat settles in, tucking their paws in under their chest in a mimicry of their rounder friend as they discuss the nuances surrounding fox-adjacent names. Those ones seemed a little less on the nose... though they can't say they'd ever want to name their own children after predators.

Things that hunt and kill.

And they hadn't, they think with a bittersweet sorrow. They were named for fresh rains and colorful blooms... Simple pleasures. They wonder if Owlheart feels the same... or Crowsight... They're named for birds, would they rather have juniors that maintain the theme? "Have you thought about something like... a lark? Or maybe.... pigeon! Those are cute names," and a loving homage to their parents. What sort of names would they pick for Oddgleam- they'd need to pester Owlheart again to hear about the sappy suggestions-

"Berrykit ♪" Their ears sit forward suddenly, eyes growing to the size of saucers at the implication which only goes confirmed in coming syllables. "For you." Their whiskers twitch with the words, a hot burst of excitement skittering down the dark stripe of their back where a bobbed tail grows suddenly restless in tiny wags. "R-really?! For me?" Had Oddgleam talked to his partners about this already? Was this some greater scheme the three shared? They weren't sure Crowsight thought very fondly of them until this point- "You... you don't have to, of course! But... Berrykit is a very... very sweet name," they purr, stammering over their own flustered joy.

"I always thought Blackberrykit would be a cute name... Jaggedstorm taught me how to pick them when I was an apprentice still...."

⟡₊ ⊹ i ll betray you like a man

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• -- edenberry / skyclan daylight warrior / any pronouns / 17 moons
  -- mostly white with black pinstripe and green eyes / scarred face and back
  -- color #728c69

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