camp GUIDANCE ‧₊˚✩彡 OPEN

[CROWSIGHT]

"Excuse me, sorry to bother you Willowfur. I wanted to ask you a few questions if that was alright?" The molly shakes her head, tail pointing to group of warriors waiting for her. Hunting? "Ah, I see. Sorry for keeping you then." He watches as the fawn molly pads over to her group. Once she's left the camp with the others in tow, he lets out a sigh. Who should I ask next? I know mom is an option, but I'm not sure she would be offended or not. Firefly is good at these things, but it'll just feel like I'm rubbing it in... There's Edenberry! She's nice. Problem is that she's never had kits before. I guess any opinion is good in it's own way.

What troubles the black smoke? It is the fact that he has no idea how to be a father. It's not like he had one growing up. While he understands that staying with his mates and being present (not like he had any notion of abandoning them) was important. However, he didn't know what present really meant. Doeblaze had been there was he was young. Comforted him whenever he had one of his many fits. That is one thing he'll take from her. That if one of their kits needed reassurance, he would mutter reassurances or hold them if they needed arms to cry in.

And so the warrior approaches another nearby. "How do I be a good parent. Or... what do good parents do?"

// feel free to be the cat he asked advice from! or approach with your own advice​

 

[Howlfire]

"Don't mind Willowfur," Howlfire murmured padding over to Crowsight's side. A tail flicks against his flank as a gesture of comfort and greeting, before her gaze watches Willowfur slink away. The fawn she-cat said she needed to go hunting but she was never the most chatty cat, and Howlfire was of the opinion she had more than a few thistles caught in her pelt.

She inclined her head slightly as Crowsight turned his line of questioning to her, asking what made a good parent, or what did good parents do. "I think it's important you're there for your kits. Sit with them, watch them, play with them, let them know you are willing to sit and listen," Howlfire lists off. They were things she had tried to do with her own children, and things she still did to a certain degree, even though her children were warrior aged. "This is your first litter, don't expect things to be perfect. Allow yourself to make a mistake or two, or for things to go wrong on occasion."​

 

[Sorrelsong]

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Pursing her lips, the molly glanced over her shoulder as Willowfur padded past her. kits? Crowsight is expecting kits? She blinks once more, taking in the weather. I suppose... it is that time again, huh? Her belly feels hollow for a second before the molly moves towards Howlfire and the black tom.
"One second," She calls to the hunting party as she pulls off from the group. Her tail is raises in apology, but she still makes a conscious effort to ignore the feeling of eyes on her pelt. you'll be fine without me, she wants to retort, but resists the urge. Instead, she dips her head 'hello' and nods at Howlfire's comment. The child of... interesting parents, the 'what not to do's' crowd her throat.
"Make it clear to 'em that you're there for them - and -" her mind flicks to her siblings - "if it's a litter, make sure they can count on each other to do right by them all."
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[Florabreeze]

Truly Florabreeze thought that hunting could wait a moment if someone had a question, maybe that was because she was always looking for an excuse to chat. So she suppose she couldn't really blame Willowfur for leaving in favour of hunting instead, maybe that's what she prefers. "What are we talking about?" She asks chipperly as she stretches from the sunny spot she was enjoying, chasing it around camp during her down time as the sun shifted in the sky between the clouds.

It doesn't take long for her to figure out what the conversation was about judging by Howlfire and Sorrelsong's replies. Oh, guidance on parenthood. Truly Florabreeze didn't feel like a good authority on the subject given the turbulent relationship she has with her daughter recently. Especially after not seeing her for so many moons, maybe she could actually weigh in on this matter.

"I think... Letting your kits know that they can talk to you even if you fight or something is important. They should know that your love isn't conditional" she supposed it was common sense really but it was important to say regardless. It seemed that her own answer was consistent with her two friends, the moral being to simply be there for any future kits. As she shuffled to gather with the small group her tail flicked "I also think a good parent will answer questions too instead of going for a hunt" it was clear that by her tone she was joking. Mind thinking back to Willowfur and the fact that she seemed rather busy right now.

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  FLORABREEZE 𖧧 She/her || Daylight Lead Warrior of SkyClan || 36 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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[FIGFEATHER]

’How do I be a good parent? What do good parents do?’ The questions tie a guilty knot in her stomach. All of her mistakes, past and present, come rushing into her head. All the arguing she's done in front of her own, how she's pushed them too far, how she's distanced herself from them. Thank StarClan that Crowsight hadn't been so foolish as to ask her. Even the cats who answered him, kitless themselves, provided a far better response than she could.

Parenthood seemed to come so easily for some cats... For Figfeather, it hadn't. She hadn't been ready for kits, and even now, ten moons later, she still wasn't. With guilt gnawing at her heart she turns and walks away, lost in her own thoughts.

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