camp EYE IN THE SKY [ butterflies ]

[rivewhisper]

The air was hot- the breeze cooled, but it drove off most pollinators if it was too strong. They needed them to come back, desperately, to fertilize what seeds of flowers hadn't burnt, to revive what they all missed so sorely. The pollen had made a handful of cats sneeze and complain when it was around, but Rivewhisper couldn't miss the scent more, the covering of sweet wildflower in the air that made her lift her nose and think of her brother.

She couldn't do that right now.

Rivewhisper's eyes were focused on ashen moor, the rain last night turning the gray to sludge before it began to dry and flake once again. A soft breath left her as she looked outwards and- a flash of yellow caught her sharp owl-eyes, shifting to follow the path of what she had seen. A butterfly drifted across camp, and it took her a long, long moment before her ears perked and she inhaled gently. "Butterfly." She said softly, eyes tracking it's path. She didn't move, not wanting to disturb a pollinator doing what they did best.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ┌── AND ITS BEEN SO LONG THAT IM ⋅❁⋅ FORGETTING WHAT IT FEELS LIKE ──┐‎

• "speech" // very light-hearted 'omg a butterfly :)' thread! feel free to notice more of them
  

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• RIVEWHISPER she/her, moor runner of windclan, eleven moons.
  ⭃ LH broken braided chocolate tabby with high white and piercing blue eyes. scars stretch over her left eye and across her stomach. graceful, sleek, average height. built for running and stamina
  ⭃ mentored by snakehiss / sunstar / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ small romantic interest in redheart / / sibling to featherspine ; sunlitwing ; bearflight ; singedpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[brokenpaw ♠]

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Scorchstorm had asked him once, if he had ever seen a butterfly before. The answer had quite easily been a simple no, as hardly anything had returned to the smoke-stricken moors for so long. His Clanmates often lamented more for the loss of their beautiful scapes and precious memories singed away than what Brokenkit felt was truly important, but he did not bother to remind those older than himself where to focus.

Brokenkit had been watching the open clearing in silence as he normally did, tail tucked closely to his side when Rivewhisper's murmur took his attention. His eyes flickered between the warrior and the yellow painted pair of wings fluttering between the breeze. Then another joined its flight, and another!

"Look." He stamped on his sisters paw to get her attention, keeping his gaze set on the flocking insects.

♠ i swear to god, i did what i could ———— ♠ i practically begged you

• @honeysucklekit
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  Brokenkit
  —⊰⋅ kit of windclan | 5 months
  —⊰⋅ he/him
  —⊰⋅ mintshade x gracklestep
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  —⊰⋅ sh solid black tom with yellow eyes
  

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[CELANDINEPAW]

The aftermath of the wildfire had not been spectacularly harrowing or resplendent - it simply existed as it was, a horror in how plain and natural it presented itself. Celandinepaw, in star-stricken youth, had never seen such a blaze like it, the kind that ate and ate and left naught even charred bone for the Clan cats. Was it emblematic of the wild life, a mercurial and forceful thing that could take away beauty as easily as it could paint it into fruition? Like the white-tipped wake of a backwash, the ashes and the lackluster life had only come forth once its vehicle of destruction had passed, and left Windclan with nothing but the motionless moors. At least summertide's flowers had returned to sweep away the cinders. With it came blusters of pollen, wedging its way into virile nostrils and drawing out flurries of sneezes. And yet, the grey tones still remained, as if a cruel reminder of what Windclan had endured.

Wheat-tinged eyes trained upon a set of flittering wings upon the air, trailing along the blue as the fog did upon morning grounds, unaware of the chaos that had stood in its place many moons ago. Keen ears caught upon Rivewhisper's soft voice, beholding such a creature of marvelous color, born of the gracious season. "Wow... So pretty!" Celandinepaw chirped as she trotted up to the warrior and Brokenkit (alongside his sister). The butterfly shone in golds, just like her own pelt, and the superstitious part of the former mouser wished to believe it were some sort of soundlessly divine verse. After all, it had arrived to her after Marigold and Sundew had.

𝘗𝘙𝘌𝘔𝘖𝘕𝘐𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕𝘚 𝘚𝘔𝘐𝘓𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘐𝘕 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘋𝘈𝘙𝘒 .° ✿ °. 𝘐 𝘊𝘈𝘕 𝘚𝘌𝘌 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘙𝘠 𝘐𝘚 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘛𝘖 𝘈𝘙𝘊

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  —— CELANDINEPAW / She/They/He / 10 Moons
  —— Moor Runner Apprentice of Windclan / Mentored by Dimmingsun
  —— A shorthaired golden spotted tabby with yellowish-green eyes. Somewhat pudgy, though lean and able to hold her ground in the wild.
  —— Extroverted and unafraid to speak their mind, she is a friendly and affable face in Windclan. Though ditzy and somewhat cowardly, she tries her best to help her clan.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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[RATTLEHEART]

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — With how destroyed the moors had become in the aftermath of the blazes, it was no small miracle that the nursery remained in decent shape. Rattleheart had thanked the stars countless times for that fact, their kits protected from the cruelty of the outside greyness for a time. At least until they started exploring further, an inevitability that grew closer with each passing day. Their litter was growing older and more independent, and they could only wait and see if their home's territory ever returned to the lush greenery that it had once possessed.

Their gaze had been focused on the horizon as they had emerged from the nursery, their kits hot on their tail as usual. It wasn't uncommon for them to be practically clinging to Rattleheart for now, though they found that they didn't mind that fact. They enjoyed having their little bundles as close by as possible for now, up until they made the choice to go running off all on their own. The tunneler had been contemplating what it would be best to teach all of them about for the day, when the gentle sound of Rivewhisper's voice caused them to pause. They followed the moor runner's gaze with their own, a quiet gasp breaking free when they spotted the butterfly fluttering about. "Oh! Oh, kits..."

They twisted around, urging their brood forward so they could see the scattered butterflies on the wind. "Look. Aren't they so beautiful? They'll help make our moors green again." Green like they were since before all of you were born, though that particular thought went unsaid. The last thing Rattleheart wanted was for any of them to blame themselves, when it had been the twolegs that had condemned them all to such a dull and lifeless fate.

THE RIGHTEOUS HAND OF GOD 𓆩♡𓆪 THE DEVIL THAT YOU FORGOT

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  ❥ longhaired black and white tom with pale green eyes
  ❥ 53 moons old; ages the 1st every month
  ❥ afab; uses he/she/they pronouns
  ❥ homosexual homoromantic; mated to venomstrike
  ❥ sibling to scorchstreak, lizardbounce, and rabbitclaw
  ❥ mother to thistlekit, breezekit, splinterkit, crunchykit, and vinekit
  ❥ somewhat difficult to befriend; wary but kind
  ❥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ❥ all opinions are ic

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[cottonsprig]

While butterflies are no sore spot for Cottonsprig - just as basic flowers and insects are not - the she-cat finds the faintest ache in her chest as she looks upon the fluttering creature. She thinks of Sunflowermask, who escaped the carnage when it got too hard for them to handle. Does the medicine cat envy her long lost friend? In some ways, she does. But in many more ways she fears never seeing them again, and the memory of them fading from her mind's eye.

And so, her heart aches, but it reminds her of good cats and better times, so she embraces the slight pain. Her tail curls around her paws as she sits near Honeysucklekit and Brokenkit, "They come in many colors, you know," she says, though she hates that her tone tilts in a sort of... matter-of-fact way. "Maybe more will come around now," she decides to add, watching as the insect flutters high and low again.​

 

[honeysucklepaw]

"O-ow!" The shadowy she-kit yelped as Brokenkit stomped on her foot for her attention, snatching it away from him as quickly as she was able. He is insistent her gaze follow his, gesturing towards some floating creature that Rivewhisper identifies as this 'butterfly' that Scorchstorm spoke of. So.. it wasn't like a rabbit... no wonder she hadn't been offered one to eat yet. Disappointed it is not in fact some secret tasty treat, she'll have to lecture the sun-furred she-cat later for getting her hopes up...

Scrutinizing green eyes follow its lazy, wind swept path as Cottonsprig sits down beside them- Honeysucklekit is quick to scoot closer to her, holding her crushed paw defensively up and away from her brother with a small glower. She mentions that they come in an array of colors but.. this one looks like it's just one color... so... it must not be true. "How do they make the moors green," she asks, listening with nosy interest as Rattleheart explains it to the other kits with glimmering, excited eyes. "Why can they do that?" It seemed a little bit mystical for something so tiny and flimsy to have that kind of power.

mother tell me 𓇢𓆸 will you stay?

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  'skeptic of what remains unseen'
• HONEYSUCKLEKIT
  - child of wind-swept moors
  - she/her
  - daughter to mintshade and gracklestep
  
  - a solid pitch she-cat with fern-green eyes

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[rivewhisper]

Her call had all but excited camp- kits, queens, cats, all came to view the fluttering butterfly. No, butterflies, her owl-eyes widening as she watched a flock of them take to the air. Honeysucklekit's foot is stamped on- which causes her to turn her vision in slight concern towards Brokenkit. Cottonsprig- a cat she is silently proud of for her progression- steps forward to speak to them, so her eyes are shifting towards Rattleheart instead.

Rivewhisper smiles quietly, vision turning forward again to watch those on yellow wings dance in the sky, the warm wind taking them where it willed. And when she spoke, her voice was warm with hope. "I've caught one before. They carry this... dust on their body. I think that's what it is." Rivewhisper said, eyes shifting across the small kaleidoscope of insects.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ┌── AND ITS BEEN SO LONG THAT IM ⋅❁⋅ FORGETTING WHAT IT FEELS LIKE ──┐‎

• "speech"
  

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• RIVEWHISPER she/her, moor runner of windclan, eleven moons.
  ⭃ LH broken braided chocolate tabby with high white and piercing blue eyes. scars stretch over her left eye and across her stomach. graceful, sleek, average height. built for running and stamina
  ⭃ mentored by snakehiss / sunstar / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ small romantic interest in redheart / / sibling to featherspine ; sunlitwing ; bearflight ; singedpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Grasspaw]

𓆝 . ° ✦ Grasspaw, dozing in the sun, had to take a moment to even register what Rivewhisper had said. "Butterfly..." His pale green eyes cracked open, catching a slight flutter of the very butterfly she spoke of. "Whoa, they're so pretty," he mewed quietly. He spotted another white one, and for the first time in a while, broke into a warm smile. Just watching them dance through the air without a care. He turned his attention to Rattleheart and Honeysucklekit. He too wanted to know, but he decided to just be quiet and listen.

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ooc Information

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  GRASSPAW — HE/HIM ･ 6 MOONS ･ TUNNELER APPRENTICE & WINDCLAN ･ PENNED BY TWITCHTAIL

  Small fawn tabby with pale green eyes.
  "speak" thoughts action
  — peaceful, healing, and minor injury powerplay allowed

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