private admirable doll // naming

[butterflytuft]

The warmth of the nursery wraps around Butterflytuft like a comforting old friend, the familiar scents of milk and pine needles and moss mingling with the new scent of the little kit she now shelters. The child’s small body is curled close, clutching the squirrel she'd hesitated to eat earlier. The other cats have left to give them some peace, and the nursery feels quieter now, a calm space where only the rustle of leaves against the holly bush and the occasional muffled sounds of camp life beyond the den walls disturb the air. Nearby, Lambkit and Ramkit sleep soundly. Budkit is outside with her friends, playing mossball. They’re alone here.

The tortoiseshell shifts, her fluffy tail curling protectively around the little one. The kit seems brave, but Butterflytuft can feel the tension in her tiny muscles. She’s on edge. “You’re much braver than I was at your age, you know,” She mews, smiling down at her. She watches her for a moment, a gentle warmth shining in sunflower eyes. “Your name,” She then ventures softly, “are you sure you don’t have one? Anything your mother had called you? My twoleg had given me a name, and I got a new one when I came here.” She tilts her head slightly, blinking patiently at her. “Everyone needs a name as special as they are. You need one, too.”

// @kit
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[kit]

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At first, the girl hadn’t been too sure about this whole arrangement. Yeah, the lady was nice- but was the kit just supposed to follow her into this weird, soothing den? Let herself be doted on?

It didn’t take much convincing, in all honesty. Where the girl now clutched to her squirrel, she was trying to decide that it was okay to eat here. The girl is happy that Butterflytuft let her bring it in here, but it does not relax the strain in her thin shoulder blades, she wasn’t quite that comfortable yet. She holds the squirrel tighter, hazel hues flashing upwards when Butterflytuft begin to talks in that calm, silky voice again. She calls her brave.

The kitten already knew that about herself, but she still smiles as she loosens her grip on the squirrel. Taking her first, tentative bite. Kitten-round eyes widened into wonder-struck discs, it was unlike anything she had ever tasted before.

In between the bites that follow, the girl tries to look back to the queen when she can, churning the question over in her mind. A name… a name…

“Hmm… I think I’m sure. Mama never called me anything.” The kitten concludes with another self-assured nod, a smile pulling at her lips now that she had Butterflytufts sole attention, it was much easier to speak.

“Special…?” The kitten echoes in thought, pausing her eating to look at Butterflytuft with her round gaze. Butterflytuft sure seemed to fit her, unique in the way it matched the mollys identity so perfect. “Okay, I wanna be special.” Theres a pause as another realization flickers behind hazel hues. “Can you help me? I don’t know how to pick a good one.” The girl had never been faced with something so big before, surely Butterflytuft would be able to pick something good, she seemed good.

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  PLUMKIT ✩ she/her, kit of SkyClan, four moons.
  ⭃ feathery fawn tabby and tortoiseshell chimera she-kit with vivid hazel eyes.
  ⭃ mentored by N/A
  ⭃ 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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[butterflytuft]

Butterflytuft watches the kit with a soft smile, her heart swelling with affection. The little one is clearly trying, still unsure but eager to find her place. And that place will be right here in SkyClan forever. She can see the curiosity and courage flickering in the hazel eyes, and the way she clutches her squirrel with such determination. She's a fighter, Butterflytuft thinks, reminds me of someone.

"Well," She begins with a warm, thoughtful mew, "I think I have the perfect name for you." She looks down at the kit, her tail curling gently around her. "You're so sweet and colorful, like a little fruit.” And round and cute! But she won’t say that aloud. She can also see a fire in her, just like her sister. She was always so bold, no matter what happened. She watches the kit with tender eyes as she absorbs what she’s saying. "So I think it’s only fitting that a little sweetheart like you has a name just as sweet. How about…Plumkit. A little sweet fruit.” Just like Figfeather’s name.

She smiles, her gaze softening as she tilts her head. "Does that sound good to you?"
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