camp FAKE WINGS \ first catch delivery

[FLUFFYPAW]

Fluffypaw's Clanmates are used to seeing her re-enter their camp with her head low, her ears pinned to her skull and her tail dragging the dust. It will be an unusual and no doubt welcome sight to see the opposite today. Despite her failure with the dog, there's a fat brown rodent clamped between her jaws today. Her eyes glimmer with pride, and her tail is curled gently above her back. There's a smear of prey blood on one soft, pale cheek, as though she's been marked in some sort of ceremony.

She can feel her flesh begin to warm beneath the stares of her Clanmates, but she does not give into her embarrassment. She is twelve moons old, and she has made her first catch, and she knows just where she wants to take it.

The cream tortoiseshell stops just outside the nursery. She clears her throat and sets the vole between her paws. "Hello! I have a delivery for someone," she purrs, her eyes shining. "Budkit, are you in here? Look at what I've got for you!" She pushes the limp, cooling piece of prey forward, her smile warm and rich as greenleaf honey. "If you want, you can share it with the other kits, too!"

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

• ooc: tagging @budkit but no need to wait :]
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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]

It is a rare instance where Budkit is not playing outside of the nursery with her friends. The frigid bite of leafbare has the seal point kitten curled up within her nest, sapphire eyes half lidded as she contemplates a nap. Paw steps near the nursery in purposeful stride – a clearing of one’s throat quick to follow suit. Her interest is piqued enough to lift her head from the nest. Fluffypaw’s voice fills the air in melodic rhythm and it is the kit’s own name that falls from her sister’s lips.

Rejuvenated by the call for attention, Budkit stumbles from the mass of feathers and moss on lanky limbs and nearly tumbles outside. She sees the cream tortoiseshell first, the smear of crimson upon gentle cheek nearly frightening the kit from her thin pelt, then her attention is beckoned to the plump vole pushed forward in generous offering.

“For me?” She picks the two words carefully, fighting every urge to say for Budkit out of sheer habit. Sapphire eyes gleam with glee at the gift. “Thank you Fluffypaw! Oh… oh thank you!” Budkit’s cheeks ache from how wide a grin she bares, her heart soaring at the moment of attention and affection her older sibling has shown her.

As for sharing the vole with the other kits… that was to be determined by if any kits asked for her gifted prey. Deep down Budkit does not wish to share, but she will if she has to.​

[ penned by kerms ]​