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[DOESPRING]

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By the time Doespring deems her day productive enough for a feast, the evacuating sun is already painting ThunderClan's camp in a wide array of colors — orange, ochre, saffron — and quickly turns the shadows deeper and all the blacker in the process. Greenleaf heat recedes for the time being, only allowing the more thick-furred cats a few hours of respite before its blooming return.

Chatters of Clanmates and forest critters chase the silence- an abrupt snap of bird bone interrupts it.

"Great-" The word slips past Doespring's lips in unusual quietness, barely a proper breath, almost mute thanks to the predicament she finds herself in.

The grumbling hulk of a she-cat has stationed herself tail-lengths away from the fresh-kill pile; never one to make herself available for easy conversation, always adamant about the privacy of her meal. Though... perhaps in times like these, she should reconsider. Sparrows are brittle when they succumb to the strength of cat jaws, crushed beneath hungry rows of teeth- but this one seems rebellious even in its death, the pale and thin bones of its wings sticking stubbornly to the roof of her mouth. Needle-sharp claws rise to the occasion and intrude in the shade of her mouth just to see if it could get rid of the annoyance.

Ever ill-tempered, Doespring's frown deepens as she struggles with a problem of her own making.
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[HOPEPAW]

⊱⊰ As the sun sets, Hopekit is once again perched just outside the nursery, owlish rounded eyes gazing about camp. He’s got to… keep an eye on the older cats, because someone keeps making a mess of the fresh-kill pile and Hopekit is determined to find out which warrior or apprentice is doing it. The cat he spots near the prey pile would be nothing of note, if she didn’t have a bird pinned between her paws—and she looks very suspicious, so that means Hopekit needs to investigate. The kit trods closer, stealth entirely forgotten as copper eyes narrow in Doespring’s direction. The sound of a bone breaking stops him in his tracks, and his fluffy tail sweeps irritably across the dirt as he realizes what the older cat has done.

What a mousebrained warrior, making a mistake like that. Doesn’t she know anything about birds at all? And now she’s… putting her paw in her mouth? Like a kit! Hopekit’s entire body tenses, a frown etched across his muzzle as he stomps over to stand before Doespring. He can’t watch this for any longer—even though he doesn’t want to help her, not at all. "Move your paw. I’ll do it." It only makes sense, because his paws are way smaller than hers, doesn’t it?

【❖】 the hunt is my muse

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  HOPEKIT ❯❯ he/him, thunderclan kit
  ⊱ skinny, thick-furred lilac tom with deep copper eyes. soft-spoken and sleepy, but can be a bit of a grouch.
  ⊱ son of batwing and leopardtongue ; brother to bravepaw, hazepaw, cardinalpaw, coalkit
  ⊱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ⊱ penned by foxlore

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[leafhusk]

⚘ the sun begins to set, signaling the end of another day. greenleaf heat is somewhat loosened by a shaded canopy above the ravine, making lounging outside the warriors den enjoyable for once. a mindful moment of pulling a mat from her shoulder is interrupted by an ungraceful snap of bones— leafhusk’s ears twitch, head raising lazily towards the source.

stars, she’s eating that thing like a beast. the sepia’s eyes linger, curiously, until doespring tries to shove an entire paw into her mouth. she walks over, hoping she doesn’t have to call for gentlestorm about someone beginning to choke. "why, that thing is all skin and bones." she comments, a simple attempt to ease the tension. "let hopekit pull that bone out for you, i can grab you another bird." her eyes flick downwards, wordlessly pointing at the feeble thing doespring chose as her meal.​

 

[Fadingpaw]

[ ༻ ☼ ༺ ] Like a shadow, Fadingkit was not far behind Hopekit, blue gaze drifting towards Doespring who seemed to struggle with a bird bone trapped to the roof of her mouth. "Perhaps the bird was upset, should have told them sorry before you ate them" she said calmly, here she was coming over again speaking her nonsensical words but it is what she thought of, why else would a bird in death give Doespring such a clear sign that it didn't want to be eaten if the warrior hadn't said sorry in the first place? Fadingkit always said sorry before her meals, even when she stepped on a blade of grass the girl was whispering her apologizes, she thought it was a normal thing to do.

Leafhusk came over next, offering to fetch Doespring another bird which made the kit hummed, Hopekit had already offered to get the bone out so she was simply just standing her watching the situation, not having much to provide but, "maybe tell this one you're sorry and thank it for your good health before eating them" this time it came more softer than her first words, but hopefully it would prevent the older cat to end up with another bone stuck to the roof of her mouth.

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  Fadingkit ☼ She/Her, Kit of Thunderclan, 6 moons.
  ⭃ Stocky short flame point tabby she-kit with blue eyes and stubby tail, one floppy ear
  ⭃ Crimsonsun x Shadedmoon
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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