private Don't know how to rest ƚƚ Nightbird

[Houndshade]

YOU THINK THAT YOU'RE THE MAN​

✦

---

Houndpaw typically avoided the nursery, it wasn’t that she disliked queens or kits. In fact, she probably enjoyed their company the most. There was something relaxing, yes even amongst the more chaotic kits. The queens are usually pretty cool and the kits have yet to be jaded by the tragedy that clan life can bring, so in their eyes they were the best company to keep. She just didn’t deem it necessary to spend time loitering around the nursery, she had outgrown it and it wasn’t like they had any younger siblings on the way or anything like that.

There were some days where they would pop in their head to ask the queens if they needed anything or wanted someone to run a competitive game of moss ball with the kits. Helping around at the nursery was one of the rare times where she would actually volunteer to lend a paw with something, she wasn’t too sure why she did that. They guess they had a soft spot for kits, and if they were occupied with ‘helping’ to mind them then she couldn’t be dragged off to train or do other chores.

Today they had the intention to follow that plan, they had heard that a bunch of the apprentices were going to do a group spar and they knew that she was probably going to be dragged into doing that. Conveniently she had heard rumours of a new queen entering the nursery, they hadn’t bothered listening to who this new queen would be, dozing off before she could catch a name. That just added to the mystery she supposed, walking into the nursery surrounded by thick bramble walls she gave the nursery a cursory glance in an attempt to try and spot who this new resident was.

To her shock she noticed a black smoke with a familiar white paw “Oh hey Nightbird, you're the new queen?” she remarked, while surprised they didn't particularly show it. If anything they were probably speaking to her a little too formally than an apprentice should, not that they particularly cared about that. Now that she thought about it they didn't really know who they were expecting so she couldn't make a personal judgement regarding this discovery, it still provided intrigue for them though. She approached her anyways, ears twitching as she looked around the nursery, making sure that they weren’t mistaken. “Congrats on the kits, they’re Raccoonstripe’s right?” She presumed as such, not that Nightbird would tell them if not.

Though, maybe if they weren’t then she could pick up on it through her expression. “Not that I would care if they weren’t, do you want help with anything?” They eventually circled back around to the original reason to why they came here. Breezing past that initial short lived shock and acting like she was never surprised to begin with. Even if she was shocked they didn’t have a particular issue with Nightbird and this would still be better than that annoying group spar.

{ @nightbird }​

​

---

✦
I THINK, THEREFORE, I AM​

 

[nightbird]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ nightbird was growing used to the nursery's revolving door. just when she believed to be alone, a kit came stumbling in search of their mother, an apprentice sought to kick her out of her poorly crafted nest in order to clean it, or came with the delivery of prey. the lead warrior had never felt so... coddled.

grooming her flank when houndpaw entered, she hardly noticed the apprentice until she spoke. a cool gaze raked over their warm fur as the question settled into the thick greenleaf air. her ear twitched, nearly in annoyance. was it not obvious? "it would appear so." nightbird responds plainly, halting her grooming for the moment to entertain whatever question lingered in the molten eyes of the apprentice.

'they're raccoonstripe's, right?' the question lingers, nightbird has to refrain from curling her lip. it twitches disapprovingly in protest. it is a stupid question, one she shouldn't even entertain, one that shouldn't be asked of a queen regardless of her situation. even she knew that to be common sense. of course they were, had her faithfulness ever been called into question? although houndpaw offers a judgement free ear in case she were to admit such infidelity, nightbird's annoyance fails to wane. "who else's would they be?" she counters coolly, a touch of humor on her tongue. if the apprentice had suspicions, nightbird would be happy to hear them out.

she shakes her head at houndpaw's final question. "i'm fine, but there's plenty to clean up in here. if you're looking for something to do, that is." perhaps a nit-picky request, not nearly as important as fetching prey or water. but houndpaw's paws must be idle if she were here, what better way to put that to use than collecting leaves and sticks tracked in by inept paws.

‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ┌── BLAME IT ON THE BLACK STAR ⋅⋆⋅ BLAME IT ON THE FALLING SKY ──┐‎

• ooc ↛
  

• 

• 
  NIGHTBIRD ✩ she/her, lead warrior of thunderclan, 33 ☾'s
  ⭃ a small black smoke molly with a white paw and pale silver eyes. currently a queen residing in the nursery.
  ⭃ mate to raccoonstripe / / mentor to none
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

​

 

[Houndshade]

YOU THINK THAT YOU'RE THE MAN​

✦

---

It appeared that Houndpaw had touched a nerve, not that she should be surprised by this. In hindsight it is rather rude to just blatantly inquire of a cats potential infidelity. Yet, despite the apparent displeasure that Nightbird carried the counter seems to humour it. The apprentice tilts her head in decision that the walls of the nursery really needed inspection rather than looking at the queen in front of her.

“I don't know, got any secret lovers?” She asks with a chuckle, sure they could pull a name out of ThunderClan's eligible sires but that had a high chance of making this conversation worse than it was. It seemed already pretty sour but Houndpaw valued her dignity enough to not pull a name out of thin air to find out that Nightbird really hated that individual.

There's a small sigh as she's requested to clean up in here, they suppose that they're getting what they asked for anyways. Usually there was some pleasantries exchanged before requesting but not every queen was the same. “Sure, I can clean if you don't mind humouring me while I do that” with a shrug she walks in the direction of where the most leaves and sticks seemed to be gathered. Using idle paws to bunch as much as she could up before giving up rather quickly to use her fluffy tail to sweep it.

“So do you know how many you're having or is it too soon?” she pauses to reach for a twig that was just out of reach from the pile they had made. “I don't really get how kit stuff works, like when you're supposed to know how many they are or things like that” they weren't naive about this kind of thing rather than she never bothered to pay attention to it. They disappear momentarily to discard the small amount of leaves they collected, poking their head back in after a second too long.

“Is it true that queens already know who's going to be the favoured child before they're born? Is it a sixth sense?” That was absolutely not a common superstition that the apprentice had grown up with. Houndpaw had merely became bored rather quickly and wanted to try to figure out more interesting questions to ask than whatever drivel Nightbird will probably get sick of hearing in the weeks to come.

{ ooc. Apologies for the delay between replies! }​

​

---

✦
I THINK, THEREFORE, I AM​