camp DRINK OF THE WINE OF GODS | re-introduction

[SFOGLIATELLA]

Sfogliatella, the radiant queen of the Twolegplace (as she had crowned herself), found herself within the brutes and bastards of the wild cat's den. If one were to ask her, she would simply say that she was taking her sweet time achieving warriorhood. Truthfully... she had forgotten her original mission of earning an honor granted only by the strongest of clan cats. Within her jaws lie a limp-winged grackle, like a piece of sable from the night itself, so starkly imbrued against the peach-yellow purls of her pelisse. The daylight warrior trotted along the boundary of the den, holding her head high, like a regal beast of war. After all, she deserved a great treat after all of the hard work she did watching Florabreeze and the others hunt! She sat down at an unoccupied space at the periphery of Skyclan camp, allowing the bird to plop down from her maw like a snakeskin discarded from its source, peeling away from her grip without any sort of consideration. Slightly bitter taste of feathers brushing against her ivories and her gums irritated her to no end, and the kittypet could not understand how anyone even slightly enjoyed such a thing. Welkin-blue gaze rolled along as she scanned at the silhouette of the dead bird, with talons ungracefully curled into a loose fist, and bulging eyes only capturing her own reflection. Disgusting! "Mm... How do I eat this thing? Che schifo! You lot would benefit from Deluxe Delights. My housefolk are kind enough, and they'll let you eat until your bellies are full." She groaned aloud to no cat in particular, like a prissy princess whose desires never quenched, flushed in soft satins and rosy ribbons. Instead of picking at its feathers until she found flesh, instead of feasting upon the great gift of Starclan's decree... she started batting it along the ground with two burly paws.​

 

[Chickbloom]

Chickbloom couldn't help but wince in secondhand embarrassment (and slight annoyance) as the cat at the end of his gaze quite literally played with her food. The warrior was a part of Florabreeze's patrol, and didn't consider himself one to judge, but the she-cat hadn't exactly been...useful.

Well, that wasn't what irked him. Starclan knew the baby bird was hopeless at hunting for practically two moons before getting the hang of it, so he couldn't exactly rush the queen. it was that Sfogliatella seemed to have no desire to learn. prancing about the forest, it was like the daylight warrior had no idea leafbare was practically here already, ignorant and unwilling to contribute. She -

Oh God, was he turning into Slatesnarl?

Chickbloom took a deep breath before padding forwards. the slab of irritable muscle would solve this with angry words; so the softhearted Scottish Fold would try his own approach. "Y-You get - um - used to it" He muttered while batting the bird back, The mrrow of nostalgic amusement that left him casting the former kittypet's mind back to moons ago. "I - I can't l-lie, though, I still get a - uh - a c-craving for kibble sometimes." The spineless whelp sat down, eyes on the collar wrapped around Sfogliatella's neck before he made his proposal. "Y-You should try it, th-though! If you l-like it, it might make you more - y'know - in..invested..?" Trying to bounce back from the rather blunt comment, the boy began to act as butler; picking off the bird's feathers to make it seem more palatable.​

 

[Jupiterpaw.]

THE SUN HAD DRAWN NEAR
AND THE SOUNDS WE COULD HEAR ​

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Jupiterpaw ♃ 10 moons ♃ demi-girl ♃ she/they ♃ skyclan apprentice

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Jupiterpaw has tried prey exactly once in her life - her mentor kind enough to allow her to try her first catch, voice beaming with pride after her success. It'd been later then most - but understandable, she'd been assured. She'd liked it, warm and fresh and mouth-watering in its own way, like a better version of the metalic-tinged mush the twolegs sometimes gave them alongside their kibble-pellets and crunchies.

Sfogliatella's voice draws her from her thoughts, ears drawn back against the sound of... something scraping against the ground amidst the complaints. " You have to... eat around the feathers, " she says slowly after a moment - taking the question at face value before returning to the task at paw - kneading carefully against the bundle of moss she's working through, until she feels the tell-tale prick of a thorn and carefully plucks it out with her teeth.

" If you don't like it, maybe you could... give it to one of the queens? " Oddgleam had given brith recently, hadn't he? And Orangestar too, right? There was plenty of hungry mouths to choose from these days.

— were so sweet and so clear

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[KITESTORM]

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Kitestorm had vowed to love every facet of Florabreeze, which to the tabby entails loving those significant to her mate as well: Magnolia, Ditto... and therefore (reluctantly) Sfogliatella. They must muster all of their patience to be around the conceited she-cat. In the Twolegplace they'd never met someone so mind-numbingly arrogant and stuck in her own way. The way in which Sfogliatella bats the precious source of nutrients between her two paws disgusts Kitestorm, any and all prey is much needed to sustain the clan as they enter Leafbare. But that means nothing to Sfogliatella: Skyclan is merely just a source of entertainment for the she-cat, an effort to find some sort of meaning in her entirely pointless existence as a kittypet.

"You must always pluck... it's feathers first," Kitestorm confirms what Juniperpaw says, following Chickbloom curteous advice. Olive hues trail down to watch him pluck the feathers away and then return to stare into Sfogliatella's cerulean gaze. They have hope Sfogliatella may come to a point in her life where they appreciate the clan for what it is, if she is anything like Florabreeze this will happen. It disgusts themself to feel disgust towards the Maine coon and so after several moments of blankly staring at Sfogliatella, Kitestorm resigns themself to the fact it is what it is... they must care for Sfogliatella despite her (countless) flaws. The dark tabby appreciates Chickbloom's semi-bluntness and casts him a rarely seen smile. She must become invested, Kitestorm agrees...

They wistfully encourage Sfogliatella by murmuring, "Twoleg food can not invigorate you like fresh prey can... it provides you more strength than your... uh- Double Delights can, I assure you. However," The tabby puckers their lips and flips their tail unsurely. Their monotone voice strains with frustration as they continue, "It is unseemly to play with your prey as you just were. Leafbare is approaching, you must treat it our prey with more respect. Friendly... advice, is all."

YOU'VE OPENED THE GATES ╔═══《✧》═══╗ NOW FACE THE OTHER SIDE

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  — a black tabby with a small stature and compact muscles. they're perceptive & clever and very in touch with clanmates. may appear unfriendly due to neutral expressions but is very sociable. very soft spoken and careful with their words.
  ✧ 39, ages every 21st ✧ they/them ✧ mate to Florabreeze
  ✧ peaceful powerplay allowed, all opinions IC
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[Florabreeze]

Florabreeze loves her sister, that is undeniable. Their reunion is still a fond memory in her mind, though she had to admit that she hasn't been the greatest shadow. There was concern that it was a reflection on her own abilities as a mentor but it wasn't like her sister was ever disresepctful towards her or anything like that. She just... Didn't really seem that interested in clan life, there had to be enough interest for her to keep her head up enough to not be made to leave but some days she worries that the maine coon will tow the line.

Today is another day of worries about that fate. The sight of Sfogliatella literally playing with the prey in her paws struck a surge of fear for her sister. The lead warrior is quick to try and scramble to save this but she's not too sure if she can. "I hope you thanked StarClan" she murmurs with a soft smile, even if it was painfully obvious that her sister hadn't caught that (she can't recall the last time her sister had actually caught prey, if ever). It was good to try and instill this mindset within her, even if the daylight warrior would knock it away in her mind later.

As she watches the scene unfold she aims to link her tail with her mates. Thankful that Kitestorm was trying to help, even if she can hear the strain in their voice. Chickbloom and Jupiterpaw over solid advice each, there's appreciation for the buttery toms attempts and she hopes that the apprentices suggestion would appeal to Sfogliatella. It's... Difficult to act like anything other than her sister but Florabreeze is a lead warrior now so she needed to set examples.

"Kitestorm is right, you need to respect the prey, Lia." Her tone is gentle, bordering on something droning for a lecture. "I don't think you would appreciate if a warrior tore into your Deluxe Delights instead of being respectful with it." Her bones hurt and her teeth ache as she speaks, she had to do what was best for her though, and for the clan.

"You could... Try a squirrel instead? No feathers that way, like Jupiterpaw said I think a queen would love that if you don't like it!"

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  FLORABREEZE 𖧧 She/her || Daylight Lead Warrior of SkyClan || 37 moons
  ❥ A large black tabby maine coon with low white and bright green eyes, always wearing her mushroom print collar if she can.
  ❥ Mentored by Sorrelsong ／Mentoring Jellypaw & Sfogliatella
  ❥ “Speech”, thoughts, attacking
  ❥ Penned by Juice ⏐ouijeejuice on discord {open to being dmed for plots}
  

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[MERCURYKIT✧]

Mercurykit sits crouched next to Jupiterpaw, legs all tucked under her so she resembles something like a loaf, feathery tail swishing behind her the only indication that she's a little bored and still pretty sleepy. Sfog... Ssssfogliii- she still can't pronounce her name correctly despite being told several times and hearing it spoken aloud. She just can't form the proper sounds. She'll just... call her 'Tella for now. Until she can say it right.

The fellow daylight member of SkyClan was tossing her bird around, and Mercury found that her eyes followed the movements a little jealously. Ever since she'd tried that mouse, she wanted to try every bit of prey she could get her claws on. Maybe if mama left her here at night she'd have more opportunity plus she wouldn't have to make the walk back and forth, but Ursabounce would never do such a thing. Chickbloom, Kitestorm and Florabreeze, all warriors Mercurykit has only just recently met, gently (or not so gently) chastise this behavior.

"Can I have some of the wing feathers?" She asks Chickbloom as he defeaters the grackle. Maybe she could shove it into her fur as a pretty little decoration. Or give it to Jupiter!

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  (img) Mercurykit * she/her* 2 moons
  lh blue smoke/cinnamon tabby chimera
  Peaceful & healing powerplay allowed || underline for attack
  penned by Neptune. || Neptune on disc, dm me for plots

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