private Down by the river ⸙ Beekit

[Brackenpaw]

It was crowded at the Beech Copse, perhaps not too crowded but it was too much for Brackenkit. Dealing with the other kits and the queens in the nursery was enough when there was already a small army's worth of them, adding the injured , sick warriors and the elders on top of that was making their skin crawl. It was suffocating, not so much the tightness of being clumped together but rather the sudden onslaught of new sounds and noises. They felt like they needed to keep their guard up, which they didn’t feel as often when within the comfort of the nursery.

She thought they would be used to it after a few hours but they just couldn’t work around this, pacing around and tail lashing they tried to think of a way to get out of here, just for a while. They weren’t in the mood for getting trouble with whoever thought they were capable enough to look after ‘Windclans most vulnerable’ she hated that, the idea of being labelled vulnerable. Brackenkit ultimately decided that they wouldn’t push their luck by trying to get close to the river again, just to save themself the headache and to save whoever was going to yell at them the attitude that she was going to give.

They saw an area with a particularly overgrown willow tree that was unoccupied by any stray Windclanners, she thought it would be fit for them. Maybe not just them, the calico found herself seeking company, which completely defeated the purpose of why they wanted to leave. The memory of their home and reluctantly, their worry for Windclans bloody and burnt leader had made her not wanting to be entirely alone. The company she sought was always excluded from their worst moods, an extension of themself almost, the sole kit they’d consider as a best friend so in her eyes they were the only company they'd want in this state. “Beekit?” She called over to them as they stopped their pacing, walking over to the kit to bump her shoulder with theirs.

They worried about them, she wasn’t sure if it being so crowded also affected the tabby. “Do you think you could tell me a story by that tree?” She remained by their side, leaning against them as she gestured towards the willow tree with her head. They were taller than her, it kind of bothered them just because it was probably something Beekit was going to use as bragging rights about in the future. After a moment the calico bumped her head against their shoulder and moved to go sit by the willow tree, using the spear head like leaves of the tree as a makeshift curtain. Just enough to be seen by the others but provided the illusion of privacy so they could clear their head.

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  ooc: @Beekit (I figured I'd throw it in here even if this takes place while they're at riverclan)
  

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• BIOGRAPHY
  ✩ they/she, kit of Windclan, 6 moons (ages on the 22nd)
  ⭃ Speech, thoughts, attacking
  ⭃ a lithe and fragile looking calico that looks like they still need to grow into her ears
  ⭃ easy to befriend other kits, gradually harder to befriend every rank after that
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Juice ↛ @/ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  ⭃ All opinions are IC!! Bracken is a little hater
  

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