camp Don't hug me i'm scared ☏ RTA + blanket!

[Glitchpaw]

*+:｡.｡ Life as a clan cat was frightening. Loud. Overwhelming. Exhausting. People literally died here, like, all the time and you expect Glitch to willingly return?! She didn't, for the most part. At first, because of all the reasons listed above, then for a little longer because of a newfound shame, especially when the few days she did poke her nose back into her mother's home Glitch found that so many more cats were hurt, gone or, again, dead. While you could - and Glitch very much did - argue that there was absolutely nothing Glitch could've done to prevent any of Skyclan's hardships...she supposes that just being here would've been nice...and yet, she didn't. Couldn't. Wouldn't. Until she became so restless with shame that, finally - and very reluctantly - she did.


So here she comes, slinking back into camp with the shameful air of one who had abandoned it and hoping, desperately, that no one would call her out on that obvious fact. Hesitance to face the music leaves her paws heavy, dragging so hard on the ground she practically leaves a serpent's divot behind her, a blanket of humiliation clear across her slouched shoulders and gritted teeth-
No wait, that's actually a blanket!

If Glitch were better at thinking on her toes, she'd tell you she brought this blanket to distract from the fact that she was coming back after who-knows-how-long...in truth, she brought it for comfort. It smelled like home - like her two-legs. If she can't stay there forever, then she'll bring a piece of it with her...that was fair, right?

Until her blanket caught on a root, that is.

"HnnGH! RRRRUGH! GRR-umph!" she growled and hissed but soon toppled backward, blanket left snagged just as she entered camp. A very improper place to leave a treasured object. "Oh um - oh please don't - don't step on it" Glitch mewled pathetically, watching in horror as a patrol returned just in time to trample her precious blanket. "v-very bad..." she whispers, doubting her twolegs will let her bring it back home now.

*+:｡.｡ Updated 9/23/24

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  GENERAL:
  ☏ Glitchkit
  ☏ DFAB— She/Her
  ☏ 8 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ☏ Daughter to Statichaze, sister to Radiopaw
  ☏ Skyclan — Kit
  
  
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☏Physically worm | mentally tadpole
  ☏ Attack in bold #3a3a3a
  injuries: None currently

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[Ekat]

Ekat is among the patrol making their way back into the hollow — her thoughts far away as usual while she pads silently behind their Clanmates. It is only when her paws brush against a soft, unfamiliar material underfoot that the warrior is jolted to the present with a sudden flinch. A sharp intake of breath escapes Ekat as the fur along her spine begins to bristle, gaze whipping downwards to find the foreign Twoleg object beneath her. The scent of the creatures hits her then and her heart races, thinking for a moment that the object was a hidden trap, something dangerous waiting to spring. But the flat, soft item lies motionless beneath their paws, splayed awkwardly where it's caught in the brambles.

And Glitch watches nearby with a forlorn expression as she mumbles just too late about not stepping on it. The daylight kit must have brought it from her Twoleg nest, then, and it likely wasn't dangerous. With a glance at their other Clanmates that had also accidentally tramped all over Glitch's belongings, Ekat winces, gingerly stepping off of the object. Guilt floods the she-cat then, especially seeing the horrified look in the young Glitch's eyes. "I'm sorry," Ekat mutters hastily, shuffling her paws awkwardly now that they were back on the dirt. Ekat's ears flick back with discomfort, the weight of her own embarrassment doubling as she tries to offer a small, apologetic smile — though it feels as stiff as her limbs.​

 

[Chickbloom]

This was, for the first and perhaps only time, a social situation Chickbloom was well-acquainted to handle. He knew it all, from the fear and confusion at Skyclan's chaotic way of life to keeping a treasured object that reminded one of more comforting times. Glitchpaw's situation was one he would't hold against her, and the coward especially didn't blame her for staying home.

unfortunately, all of that understanding didn't make for more awareness.

The warrior was following behind Ekat when buttery paws pressed down on her treasure. He didn't react with panic as the other did. Instead amber eyes angled towards the cloth, only realizing what had happened when he saw the lamentable state of both it and its owner Glitchpaw's request only just registering with folded ears.

Shame flooded the baby bird as he bounced away, getting clear of the blanket before locking eyes with Ekat, the two peers perhaps bonding over shared guilt. "S-Sorry!" He chirped before cautiously stepping towards the scared apprentice. Normally that'd be the end of it and Chickbloom would go find some corner to exile himself to and feel bad in, but seeing Glitchpaw fret over the fabric reminded the whelp of the old collar tucked safely in his nest. he remembered how angry he was when Jellypaw hid it, the coward couldn't imagine what he'd do if cats were trampling it underpaw.

gingerly, Chickbloom fastened his teeth around Glitchpaw's blanket and tried to untangle it from the root. "M-Maybe..." He muffled through the fabric, "Maybe we sh-should put this some-somewhere safe, until you - y'know - g-go back to your housefolk." It was a sane suggestion, but the Milksop knew how attached someone could get to their treasure. he wouldn't want anyone else handling his collar, after all. "Would that - w-would that be alright, G-Glitchpaw?" ​

 

[DOEBLAZE]

Comfort objects. The trio of carefully dried flowers arranged in her nest could be considered as such, she supposes, especially alongside the chunk of moss and smooth stone set beside them. She doesn't tote them out and about with her, though, lest their frayed and delicate petals be damaged. She's given some thought to wearing one to Gatherings and other special occasions, though—in fact, she's pondering exactly this as her patrol scurries back into camp. Lost in thought, she finds herself luckily preceded by Ekat and Chickbloom. Their yelps of apology give her just enough warning to do a quick, haphazard sidestep.

" Oof. " She lands narrowly with her paws tucked close together, having just evaded Glitchpaw's blanket and-slash-or a nastily sprained forepaw. Blinking her life from very nearly flashing before her eyes, it's a pleasant surprise to see Chickbloom showing some unexpected initiative. He and Ekat flutter apologetically around the fretting young cat, and Doeblaze joins them once all her limbs are accounted for.

" Yeah. It doesn't look too bad, either, just a bit scuffed. Some damp moss might get the dirt out? " she suggests. She'd been rather defensive of her own collar, once upon a time, though that could have been chalked up to prejudice faced rather than any particular affection. Sometimes she wonders if she would've kept it, though she wasn't granted the opportunity—the eagle had swooped away with her collar firmly in its grips. She hopes the damn bird choked on it.

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