private i would disturb your easy tranquility // edenberry

[butterflytuft]

// @edenberry ?!

As promised, a few days after Edenberry returned, Butterflytuft led her to a quiet corner of SkyClan’s camp, away from the bustling activity of the clearing. The sun filters through the trees, casting a warm glow on the soft grass beneath them as the queen settles down with her paws tucked underneath her. She offers a comforting purr to her friend and flicks her tail against their flank. “I'm so glad you're finally back, Edenberry. You’ve been so missed around here!" Cocking her head to the side, she watches the young warrior with a gentle smile, her eyes betraying concern, but also a hint of curiosity. "I'd love to hear everything about your time away. We were told you were ill; you’re feeling better? Is there anything I can do to help you settle back in?" She may be bombarding her clanmate with too much, but she can’t help it! She’s been waiting for this reunion for a long time, and she’ll take this opportunity of peace to catch up with him as much as she can to make up for lost time.
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[edenberry ?!]

It's like being whisked away on a flame-dappled breeze, the wing-soft touch of a tail against their side acting as a beckoning towards a small sunlit patch of camp. Don't you get bored, they think to ask, glancing around camp- despite all its activity, it's nothing like racing out through the territory, climbing a tree with reckless abandon, flinging yourself between swaying branches. Butterflytuft's love for motherhood had never been something they questioned... not until recently.

She coos an excited declaration, eager to see the black-and-white cat back just like several others had voiced. It stings in the same way a warm fire does... pleasantly hot but prickly on the nerves in its overwhelming touch. "I've noticed- Everything looks the same but the energy here is certainly bustling!" Maybe that came from the orange-creamsicle leader taking on all the responsibility single-pawed though.

The corners of their eyes crease softly in a weak-hearted smile, the red flag of their lies dangled so thoughtless in front of them. Every time a reminder of the charade they'd shackled Spicepaw with.. and one they'd have to maintain. "You make it sound like I was on some great adventure," they tease as she vies for details, "Just an upset stomach that ended up being more than that..." A truth, though... not wholly honest either. "I spent a lot of time lazing about so... gotta wake my legs up again. Have you been getting out to enjoy the weather too; not too bogged down now that your little ones are apprentices, huh?"

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𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 〰 i want no more than this

• -- edenberry / skyclan daylight warrior / any pronouns / 16 moons
  -- mostly white with black pinstripe and green eyes / scarred face and back
  -- color #728c69​

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[butterflytuft]

The queen’s eyes remain fixed on Edenberry as they speak, the warmth in her gaze unwavering. She senses a bit of hesitation in their words, but she chooses not to press - sometimes it's enough just to be there, offering comfort without prying too deeply. Her purr continues, steady and hopefully soothing, as she listens to their teasing tone. "I’m glad you’re okay," She replies with a gentle smile. "And I'm glad you're back on your paws. We all missed you around camp."

She shifts slightly, curling her tail around her paws as she considers their question. "Oh, I've been trying to get out when I can," She says with a light chuckle. "My oldest litter may be apprentices, but now I’ve got Budkit keeping me busy. Oh! Have you heard about her?” She suddenly realizes Edenberry might not know much about her little stray kit she’d found with Twitchbolt. She tilts her head, whiskers twitching.
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[edenberry ?!]

They crinkle their nose in a fond 'thank you' as the flame-speckled she-cat insists on her relief and joy. It was nice to know they'd been a noticeably absent piece of the puzzle, something that had haunted their time spent alone as being untrue. Their impact here was felt... as much as the anti-kittypet liked to crow otherwise, the evidence sat before them.

Butterflytuft, soft-souled and gentle as ever, sits like her namesake with a gracefulness that suits her. It hadn't struck them before just how pretty she was until being confronted with it again after so long. She must miss Dandy terribly... Having to look at their children with the memory of him in the color of their fur, hidden in their eyes. (Maybe that's just you. Maybe that's just what searching for Raindrop felt like.) "Budkit?" The name isn't one they recognize, startling them out of their thoughts immediately. "No, I didn't know you'd taken in a little she-kit! What's she like? Sounds like a pawful if you're busy..."

⟡₊ ⊹ i ll betray you like a man

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• -- edenberry / skyclan daylight warrior / any pronouns / 17 moons
  -- mostly white with black pinstripe and green eyes / scarred face and back
  -- color #728c69

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[butterflytuft]

Butterflytuft's eyes brighten as Edenberry inquires about Budkit. Her whiskers give a twitch of amusement at the thought of her youngest charge. "Oh, she is a pawful, but a joy all the same," She replies, her voice soft with affection. "She was a little stray I found with Twitchbolt. Her family was…well, she needed a new family.” Her ears droop a bit as she recalls the horrible sight of her slaughtered mother and littermate. She shakes it off, wanting to focus on the positives. “She's full of energy - so much energy, actually - and she's growing very quickly. Sometimes I think her paws will always be too big for her." A light laugh escapes her at the memory of Budkit waving them around. "I've been working on her speech - she’s struggling with it," She continues, a fond smile playing on her lips. "but she's learning quickly. She's got a big heart, too - always eager to help or be involved in anything. Nothing can stop her once she’s put her mind to something.”

As if realizing how much she’s been talking, the queen clamps her jaws shut, a bashful smile forming on her muzzle. “Sorry, I was rambling…” Butterflytuft tilts her head, wanting to talk more about Edenberry. "How have you been settling back into camp? I imagine it's been a bit of an adjustment after being away for so long."
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[edenberry ?!]

With Twitchbolt? It proves unsurprising in the sense that Edenberry knows they're also good friends... though they supposed that maybe the suggestion of a queen leaving camp is what sets question marks drifting through their head. Going for a walk, of course... seemed reasonable and maybe for a queen who'd reside in the nursery forever, it was needed even more so. They offer a sympathetic hum at the subtle explanation of Budkit's roots, not wanting to press any further lest the compassionate queen be brought to tears in her memories. Speech.... "She a chatter-pelt at all? Maybe her head's just moving a little too fast for her mouth," they suggest, lifting a paw to swipe at an itchy spot behind their ear. It's a satisfying thing to scratch at, leaned in against as Butterflytuft continues her motherly affections for her adopted daughter.

"You don't have to apologize! I like hearing about your adventures too yanno," their chirp is sincere, even if there is new context to their interest. It can't last forever though and soon the ball is back between their paws, a bid for friendly catch-up to continue. "I'm just a bit tired! I forgot how much work it is to walk all the way to the border and back again for patrols.... and climbing... My legs have never been more sore! Hopefully it won't take too much time to get back to where I was... I'm sure I'll get something of a lecture if I can't even hunt properly anymore."

⟡₊ ⊹ i ll betray you like a man

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• -- edenberry / skyclan daylight warrior / any pronouns / 17 moons
  -- mostly white with black pinstripe and green eyes / scarred face and back
  -- color #728c69

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[butterflytuft]

Butterflytuft's whiskers twitch with a hint of amusement once more at Edenberry's comment. "A chatter-pelt? Oh, absolutely. Once she gets going, she tries to say everything at once." She lets out a gentle purr, her fondness for her daughter clear in every word. "I have a feeling that once she figures it all out, there won't be a quiet moment in the nursery. She's already got so much to say."

She listens closely as Edenberry speaks of the adjustment back to patrols and the soreness in their legs, her expression soft with sympathy. "It must be hard, getting back into the swing of things," She muses, her gaze thoughtful. "But give it time. I'm sure you'll find your strength again soon enough. And if anyone gives you a lecture, well…I can tell them they're just lucky to have you back at all." There's a gentle playfulness in her tone, but her warmth is genuine. "And besides, your legs will be stronger for it later. A little patience and practice, and you'll be hunting as if you never left." Her smile is kind, encouraging. "You've got this."
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