pafp Bees? || Dried honeycomb

[Tidesong]

Tidesong wasn't a collector of cool objects. They always got stolen or lost or washed away, so she contained herself to spare herself the tragedy. But today as she strides through camp, she spots a truly magnificent item. A honeycomb.... It was dried of its honey and cast aside, but it is still a treasure. She has never seen a thing like this before. This is what the inside of beehives look like? Look at all these little dens... Bee dens. Each one of these weird shaped holes must have housed a bee...

Absolutely incredible.

How many bees does it take to make one of these? How many hours does it take? What IS a honeycomb made of anyway??

She carefully picks up the honeycomb. Knowing exactly what to do with it, she bounces to the nursery. Everything that just happened did not matter right now. Deacon and Sasha being exiled and how she had been ordered to kill them on sight? Out of mind. All the wary cats judging her? Not important.

"Hazecloud! I have something cool for the kits!" She calls, dropping the honeycomb carefully at the entrance. She looks the comb over again. Absolutely fascinating. Bees are so advanced. Do the kits know what bees are yet? "I think it's pretty cool, at least." She adds.

(( @hazecloud ))​

 

[hazecloud]

Despite the tension created from Deacon and Sasha's treachery, Hazecloud considered the rest of their colleagues still worthy of the trust invested in them. Especially when it had been those from the Colony that had aided in carrying Smokestar's body back to camp, Hazecloud was adamant in ensuring their settlement into RiverClan remained the primary focus. It was hard to feel welcome with teeth ready to sink into necks.

Many of them had taken interest in not just her kittens with Lichentail, but also Smokestars kin she cared for. She wondered if perhaps it was due to how friendly the queen had been with them. She had a paw in helping Goldenpaw in the nursery, right at the rear of still being a -kit. Dewcloud and Dawnstorm often paired to look curiously into the nursery or bring her prey. And even before her time as a queen she had watched and played with Wavepaw before he joined the apprentices as well.

Tidesong was a pleasant voice to hear, often with kind things to say and today she had brought a gift! Her whiskers twitched as she took in a breath through her nose.

"Is that... honey? In leaf-bare?" It's far too stale compared to its usual sweet scent. An old hive, maybe? "Bring it in here, Tidesong! These kits won't see any bees for a few moons now. Where'd you find this?"​

 

[shellpaw]

” what's a bees? “ shellkit breathes, wide as ever where she pries herself from the warmth of her moss bedding to follow after hazecloud, ever her wheezing shadow. the name slows her : tidesong, a former colony cat ( she thinks — she was not so much as a thought when they’d joined, her opinions ribboning from rumor and whispers ). a dark ambers cut to the side of almond - sloped eyes, peering from the corner of her vision towards her. unease rumbles her belly, but her foster mother’s welcome seems to ease the thornlike feathering of lilac along her arched spine. tidesong seemed.. okay.

the.. thing she brought helps.

shellkit creeps forward, low on her legs to sniff at the slab of pale - gold b honeycomb. its patterned in wide, jutting shapes, dry and brittle where honey had once been. honey was what moonpaw had, for cough. she was familiar with it, or what little supply the medics had that hadn’t frozen over into hard, brown dollops. her mouth forms an o shape when she looks back up at the two, a wondered confusion clear in her lilac - cracked features, ” what is it? “ it wasn’t tree, or a stick, despite how it felt beneath her paws when she reaches out a tentative arm. its almost flaky, and shellkit takes a step back in surprise. what sort of trinket was this?

𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍 𓇼 𝙎𝙊 𝙎𝙒𝙀𝙀𝙏 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙎𝙊 𝘾𝙊𝙇𝘿

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  SHELLKIT 𓆉 SHE / HER, KITTEN OF RIVERCLAN. KINDLING xx UNKNOWN, NIECE TO SMOKESTAR. TWO MOONS OLD, SMELLS LIKE SALT & RIVER BLOOMS. PENNED BY ANTLERS.
  delicate lilac - striped molly with sugarplum eyes.
  
  she is pallid ; platinum splotched with ribbons of shell - touched cream, wisped ends like memories of a distant shore. feather breath and elderdown fur conceals a body worn fragile by tumultuous youth, too thin in some places and round with baby fat in others. her face is short - muzzled, framed half mast by eyes coined warm, sugared amber ---------- ° ❀ ⋆
  

  currently exhibiting symptoms of whitecough. this includes a running nose, wheezing, sluggishness, and labored breathing. please keep contagion in mind.

  
  

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