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[FLUFFYPAW]

It's been too easy for her to neglect visiting the nursery, and in her early apprenticehood, it had been her escape from tasks she'd felt too inadequate to finish. She'd never been far from Butterflytuft's side, until she'd been dragged, kicking and screaming, into an apprenticeship she had not wanted. Kits have come and gone, since then, and her little sister is now on the cusp of her own ceremony. Fluffypaw wonders how she feels about it — is she like Sangriapaw had been, full of fire and excitement? Or is she feeling like Fluffypaw had?

The cream tortoiseshell pokes her head whiskers-first into the nursery; Butterflytuft lies curled around her two newest additions to the nest, and Johnnyflame isn't present; the torbie is likely out with Silversmoke, refusing to rest as directed. Fluffypaw's ears twitch as she spots Budkit looking aimless.

"Hey! Want to hang out with me for a minute? I just finished patching up the warrior's den." Her breath is a cool mist in front of her muzzle. She flicks her tail to beckon her younger sister out of the den. "We won't be too long, though. Don't want you to get sick. Mama would be so upset if you got sick right before your apprentice ceremony."

She turns, half-quizzically, to the little point she-kit then. "Are you excited about that?" She leans closer, tucking her paws beneath her fluffy bulk.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: @budkit
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• Fluffykit . Fluffypaw, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 12 moons old, ages realistically on the 8th.
  — mentored by Greeneyes ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a.
  — skyclan apprentice. butterflytuft x dandelionwish, gen 3.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  lh chocolate tortie/cream chimera with jade eyes. frightened, clingy, anxious, gentle.
  
  

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[budkit]

Budkit is on the precipice of apprenticeship. Within the next moon she will be given a mentor and set off towards the apprentice den to fend for herself. Her limbs have grown too gangly for the cramped quarters of the nursery. Her ambitions much too large to be contained beneath holly leaves and queenly gaze.

And yet her heart yearns to still be youthful enough to need her mother’s care.

Lambkit and Ramkit command so much of Butterflytuft’s attention. They’ve taken the best spot in her mother’s nest. They are the first to be groomed in the morning, constantly fussed over should Orangestar or Slatesnarl come to visit. The gentle tortoiseshell sings to them just as she sang to a younger, fussier Budkit.

Jealousy paints Budkit’s world in shades of green.

It’s a fern hued fugue state that Fluffypaw finds her younger sister in. Gentle voice, a mimicry of their mother’s, rouses the point kitten from her aimless thoughts. Budkit looks to the cream tortoiseshell and nods excitedly. Finally, something to do! Some much needed attention!

She plods from the nursery, kinked tail raised with intrigue, and settles near Fluffypaw – leaning into her sister’s plush pelt for warmth and comfort. “Mama might not notice… she’s been busy with the babies,” Budkit confesses in a low voice, the edges tinged in sadness. “Maybe even too busy to see me become an apprentice.”

It’s a fear not yet realized until Fluffypaw had posed the question. Budkit wants to be excited for her apprentice ceremony, but with all the recent changes she is struggling to cope with even more change on the horizon. “Were you excited to be an apprentice?” The point kitten asks with a tilt of her head, concerned gaze fixed upon the gentle molly beside her.​

[ penned by kerms ]​