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[nightbird]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ nightbird's predicament had been kept rather quiet, neither her nor raccoonstripe were too interested in all of the fanfare of a big announcement before their clanmates. her own desire to tell anyone else dwindled after witnessing back-to-back reactions of horror from her mate and gentlestorm. if nightbird was met with one more wide eyed stare, she'd be tempted to start clawing them out.

still, that tended to make the whole 'moving to the nursery' thing a little more awkward. was she meant to wordlessly shuffle in there, trying not to trip over half grown kits while picking a spot for her nest? surely there'd be questions, even if she liked to assume a cat moving a nest into the nursery should be self explanatory. it wasn't as if she had grown tired of the company of her peers and decided to hang out with squabbling children instead.

her contemplative state left her body looking nothing short of catatonic. paws planted just near the entrance, keen narrowed gaze burning a hole into the nursery's protective walls. nightbird had already informed raccoonstripe that it was time, that the prior night shared in their nest would be the last for a long time. now, as the day waned and it became real, all she wanted was to crawl back to his side.

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  NIGHTBIRD ✩ she/her, lead warrior of thunderclan, 33 ☾'s
  ⭃ a small black smoke molly with a white paw and pale silver eyes. currently a queen residing in the nursery.
  ⭃ mate to raccoonstripe / / mentor to none
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[EMBERFACE.]

Emberpaw had been playing Gathering with the kits—Calfheart had given her the afternoon off. Often she suspects Calfheart feels bad for her; her tawny - and - white mentor lets her off early to visit the kittens more often than not, and for this last extra moon, the warrior's already started taking it easy. He appreciates his mentor's distant kindness, but still, Wolfwind's absence is like a gaping hole punched in his chest; visiting the kits to sort flowers or tell stories seems to mend it a little, though.

The golden tabby has become a familiar face in the nursery during her spare time, so he's more than acquainted with most of the queens and the rotating bunch of kittens. And even if he weren't . . . well, Nightbird is probably the last cat she'd expect to bump into leaving. She's waving an enormous banner of a tail ( apparently they'd nearly named her for it, isn't that funny? ) goodbye to the tumbling bunch of kittens, calling a gentle assurance, " I'll be back tomorrow, promise! " when he bumps smack into Nightbird, the lead warrior's elegant face whacking the solid fluff of his chest. " Eep! "

Emberpaw stumbles back a step, and she swears she can feel her ears going red. " Oh, um, sorry, Nightbird! " the tabby yelps, shuffling her enormous forepaws embarassedly as she tucks her chin against the generous heart - shaped mane springing up from her chest. " Wait, Nightbird? " The golden tom tilts his head in general befuddlement, then realizes what he's doing and squeaks out again, " Sorry! "

" But, um . . . can I expect new kits to tell stories to soon? " Emberpaw manages hopefully ( new kits are always good news! ), giving her thick chest fur a few embarassed licks. I mean, why else would Nightbird, of all cats, be here? In all her visits, she hasn't known the lead warrior to be one of the cats who really seemed to enjoy the kits. Enough to hang around the nursery like Emberpaw did, anyways. Finally she pipes up, " Do you want, like, um, help moving in? "

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[ROEFLAME .]

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The news of Nightbird sitting outside of the nursery had reached the queens ears quickly as kits rolled to and fro, and at first Roeflame had shrugged the observation off, thinking she must be here to visit.
Then, Roeflame recalls that it is in fact Nightbird perched outside the nursery, and goes to investigate.
She remembers all too well the feeling of sitting outside the bramble walls, wordlessly staring into the void that she was supposed to make a home in, a place to raise her kits. How empty her nest had been without a large, ebony flank to curl into. As the small lead warrior works her way to the entrance, she reminds herself that Nightbird was not her, if anything Roeflame could see her smokey council-mate taking the news similarly to how Moonwhisper had. Celadon hues dance to Emberpaw first, offering the apprentice a small but warm smile. “Nightbird.” There is no surprise in her voice when she greets the ebony molly, her and Raccoonstripe had begun sharing a nest seasons ago. Maternal or not, the world is not flipped upside down seeing her here, now. “If you plan on catching a decent spot, I’d recommend getting to it before the kits all start coming in for the night.” Roeflame advises with a shrug. No, it is not an appealing statement, but it’s the truth- otherwise Nightbird would be dealing with a den-full of kits clamoring about while trying to flatten her moss.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── SHE BLOWS OUTTA NOWHERE ⋅✴⋅ ROMAN CANDLE OF THE WILD ──┐‎

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  ROEFLAME ✩ she/her, Lead Warrior of Thunderclan, twenty-two moons.
  ⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
  ⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Foxpaw
  ⭃ 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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[Flamestar]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊Out of all of the faces she had expected to see as she padded out of the Nursery, Nightbird had not been the first that would have came to mind. The burning gaze towards the den, the stiff, resistant legs...It was a look she knew well. "Oh?" the queen chirped, tilting her head slightly. She's expecting. Her voice was not surprised, more curious than anything. Raccoonstripe and Nightbird were not cats she ever envisioned being parents...Nightbird maybe, but Raccoonstripe? No. Even though she considered him a friend, she just couldn't see him being a father. He wasn't kind and loving like Flycatcher...Does he know? She pushed the question away as soon as it entered her mind. Of course the other molly would have told her mate.

"Ready for those seven kits you discussed earlier?" The tease was lighthearted as she took a few paw steps away from the Nursery's entrance. Her tail waved behind her, welcoming her councilmate to her new den for the next few moons. "We don't bite. Well...most of us don't." She couldn't vouch for all the kits, there was a decent likelihood of a tail or toe getting nipped.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── MY DARLING ⋅✩⋅ WHO KNEW ──┐‎

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• FLAMEWHISKER ✩ she/her, deputy of thunderclan, 32 moons, ages on the 20th
  ⭃ LH red tabby with low white (masks black tabby, carries dilute, solid)
  ⭃ widowed mate to flycatcher / / mother to: falconheart, stormfeather, sparrowpaw, sunkit, mothkit, scorchedkit, and squirrelkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ will start a fight, will finish fights, will kill (case depending)
  ⭃ link to toyhouse
  ⭃ penned by Icey ! ↛ @icefang65 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[COALPAW]

BUT I'M JUST SO OUT OF MY DEPTH — Over his four moons of life, Coalkit had - unfortunately, at least in his opinion - become used to new arrivals to the nursery. New faces popping up every so often to make the space in his home even more limited, much to his eternal chagrin. However, he was more used to those faces being younger than the lead warrior who stood staring at them all now. Orphaned kits seemed to pop up far more often than new queens these days, and he wasn't sure which he preferred. For the moment, he decided that he preferred queens to new younger denmates.

It was unlikely that Nightbird was about to come in chattering away about whichever newest discovery she had made outside, nor would she ignore the wise advice Coalkit had to offer. Or rather, she wouldn't need it in the same way that other kits did. That realization alone was enough to make the young tom properly smile when he saw Nightbird lingering there, a flash of the rare expression before it was gone. As much as he didn't mind a lead warrior joining them, her arrival did mean that there would be even more younger kits joining them eventually.

At least by then, he would be right on the verge of apprenticeship.

Soft, slow steps brought him over to where Nightbird was already being surrounded, his large form lowered so that he could slip easily into the space at Roeflame's side. Though it wouldn't be long until he couldn't do even that, nearly the size of an apprentice already. "Please don't have seven kits. Maybe just one? Or two... it already gets so loud in here some nights." Coalkit's ears briefly flattened as he thought of his least favorite nights. The ones where his denmates had a particular game in mind that they weren't eager to stop playing, meaning they'd kick up plenty of fuss and keep yowling long after the queens tried to get them to settle down. It was hard to imagine any child of Nightbird's acting like that based off of what he'd heard about her, but stranger things had happened. Not to mention the tom they would be getting the rest of their genes from.

I CAN PLAY IT KINDA COOL ✧˖*°࿐ JUST LIKE ANYONE ELSE

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  ☄ shorthaired black smoke with forest green eyes
  ☄ amab; goes by he/him pronouns
  ☄ 4 moons old; ages the 5th every month
  ☄ homosexual; not yet interested in romance
  ☄ son of leopardtongue and batwing
  ☄ brother to bravepaw, cougarpaw, hazepaw, foxpaw, and hopekit
  ☄ extremely difficult to befriend; cold and blunt
  ☄ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ☄ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ☄ all opinions are ic

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