private a story to tell ☀ beetlekit

[ROEFLAME .]

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Her kits were growing older by the day, bigger. It was strange, it was only days ago that they were merely five small scraps of fur wriggling in the crook of her flank- it was unnatural for time to have gone by so quickly. Still, in the time between her kits birth to the morning the queen rises today, there were plenty of event markers in between to quell the surreality of it all, most Roeflame wishes had never happened, the losses that still felt crushing at times.
The rosetted molly held her children closer with each loss that took its toll, even if just for the sake of being able to continue on without falling apart. Now, they would be apprentices in only a couple moons, their world would be no longer cushioned by soft kitten fur and a forever watchful pair of sage-laden optics. As she steps from the nursery behind a spillage of kittens, the raw sunlight makes her squint, the momentary distraction making her ignorant to the beetle that flies menacingly towards her son.
There's a soft, familiar whine, and as celadon hues finally become accustomed to the bright new-leaf morning, she sees the bug that floats around her sons ears, Beetlekit’s widened gaze filled with anxiety at the thing.
Roeflame had shooed away many insects from her son in his four moons of life, and as she starts towards the crisis, something puts a halt in her tracks. A fox-length away, maybe. Roeflame sits, tail curling over her forepaws. “Swat at it, Beetlekit.” She instead calls encouragingly, trying to ignore the irony her child’s name bears. He’d understand the importance it represented, one day soon.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── SHE BLOWS OUTTA NOWHERE ⋅✴⋅ ROMAN CANDLE OF THE WILD ──┐‎

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  @beetlekit!
  
  

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  ROEFLAME ✩ she/her, Lead Warrior of Thunderclan, twenty-two moons.
  ⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
  ⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Foxpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ☀ underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[beetlepaw]

Bugs were an ever present headache in Beetlekit's life, especially as he was told 'greenleaf' began. A funny concept, until you thought about all the things that came with it. The heat, the humidity, the bugs. They always seemed to harrass him and no one else, and this is one of the few times he ever freaked out about something. This morning was no different- they were loosed from the den, trotting ahead of his siblings when his namesake leapt for him. A whine, his head whipping towards his mother who-

She was sitting down, watching him. Ears flattened against his head. Swat at it? "It's huge!" He cried back in response- it was huge, though maybe not as huge as when he was younger. When Roeflame didn't budge, or encouraged instead, his lip curled and he twisted, leaping and slamming the beetle away. All of those wrestling skills were coming in handy, clearly. His shoulders heaved as if he had fought a huge battle, eyebrows drawing together as he stared down at the beetle. It was twitching, as if in defiance of his actions.

—————---***I DON'T START FIGHTS BUT***————---​

✧ I'LL HANDLE YOU JUST FINE

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• — LH black smoke with green eyes. scruffy looking with a very solid build.
  — 4 moons old; ages the 16th every month
  — tba orient. ; currently not looking
  — child of BURNSTORM and ROEFLAME
  — thunderclan ; loyal to FAMILY
  — medium to befriend ; trusts family mostly, trusts little otherwise
  — "speech", thoughts, attacking
  — peaceful powerplay allowed

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[ROEFLAME .]

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It’s a bit of a pleasant surprise when she sees Beetlekit overcome his spell of hesitance, and when her son challenges his fear head-on and gives the pest a fierce wack. With the beetle defeated and the young tom looking as though he had just taken on a fearsome opponent, Roeflame feels comfortable enough to rise from her seat and stride over with a proud purr rumbling from her throat. “Very good! How did that feel?” The molly hums, giving the twitchy bug a soft prod where it lay, as though further demonstrating its harmlessness. “Y’know… I actually think all his bug-friends were watching.” Roeflame would hum, voice low when she leans closer to Beetlekit as though she were spilling a secret, finishing it off with a quick wink.
While Roeflame knows it was impossible for Beetlekit to actually inflict and spread a fear over the camp’s insect population, she hopes her son hasn’t caught on to her embellishments yet, not before he’s been packed and moved into the apprentice den.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── SHE BLOWS OUTTA NOWHERE ⋅✴⋅ ROMAN CANDLE OF THE WILD ──┐‎

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  ROEFLAME ✩ she/her, Lead Warrior of Thunderclan, twenty-two moons.
  ⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
  ⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Foxpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ☀ underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[beetlepaw]

// plz pretend like this isn't a bajillion years late omg im so sorry

His ears perked, distracted instantly by his mother's affirmative tone. Green eyes lifted to hers in slight wonder. He smiles wide, tail flicking in excitement as he answers, "Good! It... it was easier then I thought." Beetlekit answers, wiggling gently in thought. The bug twitched, but it was well and truly defeated, which he did look much happier about. Beetlekit's eyes shifted towards the corpse of the bug.

Relaxed ears that had just fallen perked back up again. He glanced up at Roeflame once more, then towards the bugs that seemed to be magically scared away. "... You think so?" He whispered back, fur fluffing up as if to solidify the fear he had cast into the bugs hearts. "Yeah. I think so too." Beetlekit grinned wide, and he danced forward. A thought suddenly struck him, vision turning towards Roeflame with an intensity. "Momma, why did you name me 'Beetlekit'?" He said with great curiousity.

"It wasn't because I was gonna be super good at slaying beetles, was it?" He said down with a 'harumph', ears perked as he waited for the answer.

—————---***I DON'T START FIGHTS BUT***————---​

✧ I'LL HANDLE YOU JUST FINE

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• — LH black smoke with green eyes. scruffy looking with a very solid build.
  — 5 moons old; ages the 16th every month
  — tba orient. ; currently not looking
  — child of BURNSTORM and ROEFLAME
  — thunderclan ; loyal to FAMILY
  — medium to befriend ; trusts family mostly, trusts little otherwise
  — "speech", thoughts, attacking
  — peaceful powerplay allowed

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[ROEFLAME .]

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The beaming smile on her sons face keeps the low purr rumbling from the lead warriors throat, her own soft grin widening into her own excited smile with Beetlekit turns to her again, verdant hues ablaze with triumph. A silly bug or not, Roeflame witnessing her kit confronting his fear had felt better than the queen could have guessed, the joys of a good parenting moment maybe.
The cinnamon molly rises back to her full height, content to watch her son hop away into another game. When Beetlekit whirls back around, his expression is wiped into something entirely different, and Roeflame blinks as his question churns over in her mind. It wasn’t because I was going to be super good at slaying beetles, was it? The question makes her laugh, soft and sweet as she formulates an answer. “Beetlekit the beetle slayer didn’t come to mind, no.” The queen replies, her smile softening into something reminiscent. “You were named after someone very special, actually.” She pauses, head beginning to tilt to the side. “My mentor Flycatcher, he mentored both your father and I at the same time and was also Howlingstars deputy for a time before Flamewhisker, his mate.” The first part still inflates a soft breath of laughter into the queens lungs, the latter is bittersweet, the fire-kissed deputy had unintentionally become almost a ghostly reminder of the tom’s death, the grief Roeflame still fell asleep with. “He was the greatest warrior in ThunderClan, and very important to me.”

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── SHE BLOWS OUTTA NOWHERE ⋅✴⋅ ROMAN CANDLE OF THE WILD ──┐‎

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  ROEFLAME ✩ she/her, Lead Warrior of Thunderclan, twenty-two moons.
  ⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
  ⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Foxpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ☀ underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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