camp HARPY HARE &. questioning

[BUZZARDKIT.]

I SAW A PHOTO, YOU LOOK JOYOUS​

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they would always find themself being just a bit too curious for their own good. they couldn't help it. they just wanted answers to a lot of things and most older cats could provide that. it's not their fault they were not born with this knowledge, or that they yearn for it. they simply are going with the flow of life. they sniffle as they sneeze one time, wincing slightly at the feeling of weakness before they just shake their head and stumble out of the nursery. they recall their dad telling them not to go far– they can do that... this time at least. they blink slowly, sniffling before sneezing again. eugh.

"h...ey. uh... b...r...iarthorn?"

that is her name right? she blinks a few good times, sitting down as she becomes unsteady on her paws. why did she feels so awful right now? later. later. she has a mission.

"why do you s...mell like that? d...oesn't someone clean you?"

did she really smell bad? probably not. but she smelled different and buzzardkit is blunt in the way he speaks about it. maybe he should have just said that but his vocabulary is not nearly good enough to be kind in his questions... not yet at least.

// please wait for @Briarthorn
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[Briarthorn]

.·:*¨༺🕷༻¨*:·. The last kit that had come up to question her had been Marblepaw, before Starlingheart had taken them on as her apprentice, seeking reassurance for her upcoming warrior apprenticeship that never arrived. A kit approaching her was strange then, and it is still now. Sharp hazel eyes turn downwards towards Buzzardkit as they stutter out Briarthorns name, "yes?" Comes her simple reply, expression expectant as the kit clearly had a question on her tongue. The young warrior hopes this isn’t becoming something of a habit.
why do you smell like that? Doesn't someone clean you?
Admittedly, the question catches Briarthorn off guard. Cleanliness had always been a priority for her, born a marshland cat cloaked with a long, feathery coat. Onyx-hued fur was always near pristine, and the scent she carried often contained notes of the marsh and mint, when Starlingheart had the extra leaf to spare. Thorny features echo a scowl as Briarthorn merely blinks at the kitten for a moment, unsure how to answer such an absurd prompt that had undoubtedly caught the attention of her clanmates by now. "You’re probably smelling the marshland." She finally responds, large ear flicking backwards. "Just as you smell like the nursery you live in, I take on the scent of the territory I hunt and patrol in." It was true that Briarthorn had been more likely to be found outside of camp than inside, perhaps the scent of peat was clinging to her more than usual. "Anything else?" The warrior asks flatly.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── ALL YOU HAVE IS YOUR FIRE ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ AND THE PLACE YOU NEED TO REACH ──┐‎

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  BRIARTHORN ꔫ she/her, warrior of shadowclan, 12 moons.
  ⭃ slender, lean-muscled black she-cat with sharp hazel eyes & large ears.
  ⭃ daughter of Forestshade && Vulturemask ࿏ sister to Screechpaw && Sweetpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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