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[BILBERRYPAW]

A common plight to being a kit is the limitation that comes with being campbound. There are only so many places for Bilberrykit to go, so many faces for Bilberrykit to greet, and so many holes Bilberrykit can dig. This limitation would bother most kits—it should bother Bilberrykit. Perhaps to WindClan's collective misfortune, Bilberrykit is not like most kits. He keeps himself doggedly occupied and has made it a personal mission to keep those around him equally occupied.

Foxglare is a new target for Bilberrykit but is no match for Bilberrykit's expert stalking. He pounces on Foxglare's tail and makes a motion to bite without truly touching it with his teeth and then, in a voice far more serious than his previous playful action would suggest, says, "I captured you now, which means you aren't allowed to go anywhere else, okay?"

He pads around Foxglare and cranes his head back to look up at his gray eyes.

"Remember that you are captured right now," Sometimes older cats forget when they are captured, and then Bilberrykit needs to capture them again, "Did you know I captured you because I saw a beetle that looked just like you but it had spots all over it, and it had wings. So it was actually only a little like you. And did you see that one before?"

@FOXGLARE ​

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[FOXGLARE]

⁀➷ Foxglare knew very little about kitten-rearing, the cooing tones of queens and their seemingly endless bank of child-appropriate vocabulary were a complete mystery to him. It wasn’t like he minded kittens, though. Their pinprick claws and incessant meowing did not grate upon his nerves like he’d heard his more short-tempered colleagues gripe about. Still, he was generally prone to avoiding the nursery in his daily life, if only to avoid accidentally teaching its inhabitants another swear word.

When the idle twitching of his tail is caught beneath the clutches of Bilberrykit’s claws, Foxglare is forced to do nothing but sit there—being that he was captured, and all. The black and white kitten reminds him of such, to which he offers him a solemn nod, ”Right, ya captured me.” He listens dutifully to the young cat as he rambles about a beetle that apparently looked just like him, but also only a little bit like him.

”Nah, don’t think I’ve seen that one before,” he says candidly, and then feeling the familiar mental pressure to find something to continue the conversation, he asks, ”D’you find a lot of beetles ‘round camp?”

SOMEONE WILL SAY ⁀➷☾⁺₊ WHAT IS LOST CAN NEVER BE SAVED.

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  — meztli . sun . fox . foxpaw . foxglare
  — he/him. 19mo moor-runner of windclan. Mentored by shalestripe. formerly mentored sunlitpaw.
  — a scarred, hulking white and golden tabby tom with gray eyes
  — taciturn, vigilant, reserved, self-righteous, restrained, independent, humanitarian, unyielding
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — penned by eezy

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[RATTLEHEART]

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — It was always fascinating, how kits saw fit to entertain themselves when they weren't yet big enough to venture out of camp. Rattleheart had been witnessing such innovation lately firsthand himself, often just watching the games and fantasies his brood could come up with as they tumbled about the nursery. Bilberrykit seemed to only be even more determined in coming up with interesting ways to pass the time, perhaps because he had a couple of moons on his children. Watching from afar as the spotted tom leapt onto Foxglare's tail, the lead warrior's voice drifted over as a warm purr, "Very good, Bilberrykit. You've got quite the fighting form already." His stalking was a bit clumsy, sure, but that was natural for a cat his age. Such skills would be refined with time, when he was a paw instead of a kit.

Circling around so that he could face Foxglare's front, Rattleheart flicked a paw in the moor runner's direction as a greeting. "Now you, Foxglare... how could you let yourself get captured so easily? We'll never face down Shadowclan if you can be snatched so easily." Though his words were a tease, he couldn't help the way he glared off towards Shadowclan's territory. He didn't hold the same vitriol towards them that certain others did, but news of what they had pulled at the gathering still unsettled him. Focusing on Bilberrykit's antics was far nicer. Far easier. "I think he reminds me a bit of a pale ladybug. Just needs a bit more pink in his pelt." Though ladybugs were a type of beetle, weren't they? That was what Whitekit had said at least, and he seemed to have much more bug related knowledge than the naturally skittish tunneler.

THE RIGHTEOUS HAND OF GOD 𓆩♡𓆪 THE DEVIL THAT YOU FORGOT

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  ❥ longhaired black and white tom with pale green eyes
  ❥ 53 moons old; ages the 1st every month
  ❥ afab; uses he/she/they pronouns
  ❥ homosexual homoromantic; mated to venomstrike
  ❥ sibling to scorchstreak, lizardbounce, and rabbitclaw
  ❥ mother to thistlekit, breezekit, splinterkit, crunchykit, and vinekit
  ❥ somewhat difficult to befriend; wary but kind
  ❥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ❥ all opinions are ic

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[cottonsprig]

Cottonsprig had bouts of time where she lingered around the nursery. Some moons she felt overwhelmed by the many queens and kits that inhabited the den - and others, she felt worries that it wasn't full enough. The she-cat had long since took on helping new queens in their first few weeks (should they need it,) as well as checking in on the pregnant few (and assuring them that they will, indeed, give birth one day and not be an overstuffed rabbit forever.) There is the rare third occasion, of course, which becomes rarer and rarer as her family dies off - she has kin to visit.

Whilst it doesn't look like Brokenkit nor Honeysucklekit are entertaining this conversation about beetles, Cottonsprig joins Rattleheart's side, curious. Foxglare isn't the sort to entertain kittens, after all. He never seemed unkind to them just... awkward, and unsure. She'd love to see him as a father one day, weighed down with the new obligation of having to interact with his own brood on a near daily basis. Unless... he wouldn't bother at all? Her ear twitched.

"Are ladybugs beetles?" she asks Rattleheart, turning to look towards the queen briefly, and taking her mind off of the what-ifs.​

 

[BILBERRYPAW]

Bilberrykit perks as Foxglare readily admits to being captured—things are generally easier when older cats accept their fate in this.

“Maybe you haven’t looked hard enough?” A bit ridiculous to imagine that Foxglare hasn’t seen it before, “He’s yellow and black and he lives on plants. And he has wings.” And, Bilberrykit adds only in his mind, it nips when you poke it too many times. He brightens when asked about what else he has seen, his previous judgement forgotten, “Oh, lots of them. Some of them are black and some are brown, and they have six legs instead of four, which is smart because if they break a leg they have five other ones.”

Rattleheart’s voice only filters into Bilberrykit’s mind when he says a specific word.

“Ladybug!” Bilberrykit gasps in agreement, “That’s what he’s called! The yellow one with the black spots!” Rattleheart is so smart—smarter than Foxglare, anyway. Rattleheart has seen a ladybug before—Bilberrykit would bet even a kitten whose just opened their eyes for the first time has seen a ladybug, too. “But they only have a little bit of white on them because that’s what their eyes look like.”

Cottonsprig speaks up with her own question. Bilberrykit opens his mouth in immediate reply and the hesitates—aren’t they beetles? They look like beetles. His expectant face turns to Rattleheart for an answer instead, trusting his bug-knowledge over Foxglare.
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[Periwinklebreeze.]

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" Th-they must be, " Comes quiet voice, a half-hearted smile upon the tired toms maw where he sits watching over his son. In truth, its not really a question he'd thought long upon before - his childhood fascination had always been with the centipedes and millipedes he'd find wriggling away under rocks - like worms with far to many legs. " Th-they look like beetles, even if th-they have their own name, " just like butterflies and moths looked alike but had their own, they must be similar - or something like that, he supposes.

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