FATE, LEAD ME ASTRAY | budkit

[Oleanderkit]

"Did you hear? Silversmoke's secretly a wolf," Oleander mews, drawing her tongue through the plumed, wisping fur on her blue-dusted tail. She's shepherded Budkit into a particularly appealing sunbeam today to try her paw at some gossiping. Dawnglare was really good at it, and though it seemed that other cats were often unhappy with him for that fact, she doesn't really care. She needs to be close to him — needs to be close to the star-blessing he is in control of (or so he claims; and she has never felt the need to seek other answers). "And Johnnyflame says he likes that, which is fine and all, but do you think that Silversmoke will ever turn into a wolf for real? He's, like, definitely big enough."

She doesn't know how severely she misjudges the tom's size. But she also doesn't care — her attention, honey-slow and equally sweet, is on her pelt. Grooming it is only the first step in today's regimen. What comes next is far more exciting, and she thinks Budkit will agree. Oleander roots around in her nest for her stash of late blooms, bicolor ears twitching, until she finally produces a number of small asters from her collection. She begins weaving them into her tail slowly, picking out only a few of the biggest blooms, then shoving the rest Budkit-ward.

"Would you rather fall in love with a wolf, a ghost, or a cat? Dawnglare told me cats were boring, but I think it'd be really hard to be in love with a ghost or a wolf," she prattles, focused on the delicate work. It is only after she has successfully stuck the first aster into her wispy tail that she lifts her gaze to her friend. Thank the fates that Budkit is here, really. Oleander would go crazy having all of this information only to herself.

𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋, 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍, 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇, 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓 𓆱 . ݁˖ . ݁𓆸

• ooc. @budkit <3
  
• OLEANDERKIT —— kit of skyclan . lovage x laurel . littermate to birchkit and mercurykit ✦ penned by meghan
  
  ✦ a willowy silver blue ticked torbie with low white and seafoam eyes. lonerborn, oleander struggles to learn the ropes of clan life while coping with anxiety and past trauma. may seem strange, and has unconventional hobbies.
  ✦ girl / she her pronouns / undiscovered sexuality / 04 moons & ages every 20th
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— will not start fights / will flee / will show mercy. a mere kitten, she cannot defend herself in battle.
  
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, all opinions are in character
  ✦ full biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  

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[budkit]

’Did you hear? Silversmoke’s secretly a wolf,’ is not the first thing Budkit would expect to hear from Oleanderkit, though she finds she doesn’t mind. It’s a thought provoking notion – a turn of phrase Dawnglare himself may murmur smooth and assuredly. It gets her mind rolling. Synapses fire one after the other, reaching, reaching, for connection. For triggered thoughts of her own.

Budkit has never been a thinker. Her life lies in actions and reactions, not academics.

“A wolf?” It’s a simple echo as sapphire blues watch her friend meticulously groom luxurious fur. A stark contrast from her thin meager pelt. The patch of sunlight provides continuous warmth, but if they were to leave she’d not retain it like Oleanderkit would. “Well… Budkit fink-thinks- that Silversmoke is a good wolf. He would only turn into a wolf to pwotec-protect- our home. Maybe Johnnyflame likes having someone to protect him?” She ponders, taking a moment to dip her head and tug at a smidge of sap stuck to her shoulder. The bitter taste of pine coats her tongue and the point kitten sputters in disgust.

The sputtering ceases as small blooms are pushed her way. Wide eyes study the pile of picked through florals and Budkit slowly reaches for one. Her large forepaw is not made for dainty actions. She is not graceful. The aster she selects is partially crushed - though she finds it endearing. The kitten tries to tuck it into the small amount of fluff on her tail, near the kink of tailbone long crushed and broken in the twilight of her youth.

‘Would you rather fall in love with a wolf, a ghost, or a cat?’

Furrowed brow considers the new question. Her gut instinct says ‘cat’ but if Oleanderkit claims that Dawnglare said cats are boring then maybe she should reconsider? He has never led her astray (a valuable piece of their friendship). Budkit looks to Oleanderkit, struggling to find a response. In the depths of her mind she remembers Oleanderkit’s game; how the kitten had claimed Budkit as her love and “attacked” Hollypaw in the name of love. Love felt… dangerous. Wolves were dangerous. Perhaps ghosts as well? And cats… they weren’t as dangerous (unless they were the most dangerous of all?).

“Maybe… maybe Budkit wants to be wike-like- Johnnyflame. Budkit wants to love someone who will keep Budkit safe,” she finally murmurs, unsure of herself but believing that to be the only possible answer. She could love a wolf or a ghost or a cat given they love and protect her in return. So long as that love didn’t come with danger. “What about you? Which would you love?”​

[ penned by kerms ]​