camp CONNECTED BY INVISIBLE RINGS ˚⊹♡ first kick

[ODDGLEAM]

He had nothing to do lately. Since he'd moved to the nursery, he felt bored of not doing anything. He distracted himself with the hustle and bustle of camp happening around him. Reclining himself just outside the dim nursery, and letting his round white belly seek sunlight. Someone had brought him a piece of prey, a mouse that he had picked apart and eaten before taking a nap. He has missed both of his mate's beside him, curled in a ball between two large forms of long fur. He hopes he can join them again soon after their children are born.

Oddgleam cracks open his eyes, squinting slightly as he lets a yawn escape him. He freezes, perhaps it's just his imagination, but something stirs- a distinct prodding in his belly. He blink in confusion, before he turns his head toward his rounded belly with sleepy eyes. Copper eyes widen, and the feathered queen observes his flank. Then there's another disturbance, a rippling movement. The kits had moved. His, Crowsight's, Owlheart's kits— they'd moved. Holy sh-

He whispers underneath his breath, as an ear twitches. "So small... yet strong legs." His long mismatched tail curled in surprise. Pale lips parted, while his brows knitted together as his brain is trying to keep up with his thoughts. "But, erm... Is the uh- kicking normal?"

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 ♡ 𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑳 𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑫𝑶𝑺𝑬 𝑶𝑵 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬

• ooc. tagging @Owlheart & @CROWSIGHT but no need to wait! :3

• 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, 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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[Orangestar]

In seeing Oddgleam's retirement to the nursery and subsequent boredom, Orangestar had been doing her best not to take her relative freedom for granted. She's able to escape camp day after day, while he's confined to fern-and-bramble walls. Nothing but the same sight every day, having to watch while Clanmates flitted to and fro freely ... She doesn't miss the restriction of being a queen.

"It certainly is." Orangestar addresses him, restrained curiosity preventing her from encroaching on his space. Still, she sits down nearby with pricked ears and a furrowed brow. Having carried kits before, Orangestar had quickly grown used to the occasional movements from within. A brief glimmer of amusement twinkles in her eyes, though it's quashed by faint concern shortly after. "Owlheart and her littermates had a habit of kicking me so that I couldn't breathe in my last half moon of carrying them. Try to stretch out on your side if yours do the same."

As she speaks, some pieces connect in her mind, and her expression softens minutely at the realisation that Oddgleam's kits are also her kin. The kits of her kits ... Orangestar never thought she'd see such a thing, honestly. "Are you well?"

ooc ✧ 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦

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  [ art by pin ]
• ORANGESTAR ✧ she/her, leader of skyclan | seven lives
  
  
  — "a scarred white-and-ginger she-cat with brown eyes."
  — (undisclosed) mate to slate ; currently expecting kits
  — speech is in #D2977D
  — tags | penned by mercibun, contact on discord for plots.
  
  
  
  

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[Owlheart]

She wonders if Oddgleam is doing alright being stuck in the nursery, she always thought of him as a free spirit so she hoped that needing to be rooted in one spot wasn't smothering his usual attitude towards life too much. Owlheart tried her best to keep visiting as much as she could, today she brought a particularly nice skull she found, it was tiny, maybe a mouse? She figured that it would be something that captured the queens attention even if she wasn't too sure if this was too morbid of a gift to bring into a nursery. She was willing to risk that social embarrassment of being scolded by Butterflytuft or one of the other queens if that meant that her mate was shown that he's appreciated.

"Did we really kick that much?" There's amazement in her voice if not traces of embarassment, she expected to feel that from bringing an unorthodox gift but not from hearing stories of herself and her siblings. Gingerly she sets the sun bleached and cleaned bone beside the calico, bumping her cheek against his as she decided to take this break between duties to sit beside him and catch up, even if for a few fleeting moments. Of course, they weren't alone and she gives her mother a pleasant smile, her usual wide eye stare lingering on Orangestar's own plump form. No one has really commented on the fact that she was pregnant aside from those more inclined to gossip within the clan. She at least assumed that the leader was pregnant, comparing her to her mate who currently is, she wasn't going to be the one to comment on it. There was hope that maybe that meant that at least she and Slate had talked about whatever was going on between them.

"I hope the gift is alright, I thought you might think it's... cool? To look at?" Her meow is more akin to a mumble beside Oddgleam's ear. There's a moment before she allows the weight of what was being discussed to sit on her mind, did that mean that their kits were kicking too? The tabby can't help but assume that's the case and she finds herself clearing her throat before she sounds too choked up about it, a strange feeling of pride washing over her. "May I... Feel your stomach?" It may not be an awkward request from one mate to another but she treats it like she's just some stranger who they didn't know well. Feeling awkward where she resided she curls her tail around herself, is this something I'm not supposed to ask?
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[FIGFEATHER]

Figfeather is doing… something productive when she hears the inquiry of Oddgleam in the distance. The marmalade tabby knew some of the symptoms of bearing kits, nausea, morning sickness, tiredness, among other things. Yet she’s forgotten that after awhile a queen could even feel the kits squirming inside of them. Kicking. Figfeather swears she can almost feel it in her own stomach as she thinks about it, it’s enough to make her feel queasy.

Orangestar only adds to the intensive imagery. ’Owlheart and her litter mates had a habit of kicking me so that I couldn’t breathe…’ Her chest tightens, imaging the feeling of an intense kick in her gut. Owlheart asks an innocent inquiry to touch the queen’s belly, but Figfeather can only imagine she’ll receive the feeling of a bunch of kits squirming around inside. Oh- it’s too much. She distances herself from this conversation before she is forced to take a trip to the medicine cat’s den. She supposed she should thank Fantastream again for being the one to carry their kits…

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[Eggbounce.]

I'M GONNA BE THE SNACK THAT SMILES BACK
I'M GONNA BE THE KIT TO YOUR KAT ​

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eggbounce & 17 moons & male & he/him & skyclan warrior ​

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It's a strange thought - that his sister is going to be a parent. And yet, despite the strangeness of it all, Eggbounce feels only joy - surely, owlheart will make a great mom, just like their own. Smile on his face, he's quick to join the conversation, settling beside his mother with wide eyes. " Do you think they're practicing battle moves in there? " he asks quizzically, utterly serious - why else would kits need to move around so much. Besides, he's pretty sure he and his siblings had started play fighting long before they'd actually understood the point of such games.

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