camp it's cute | watching bugs

TRUFFLEPAW

waiting to bloom
Jul 13, 2024
2
0
1
જ➶ There is a brisk breeze in the air and he finds himself enjoying that. Though his eyes are mostly hidden behind fur a happy gleam moves through them as he lays within camp. There is not much for him to do or rather...he doesn't know what else to do with his time. Perhaps he should be hunting or maybe even helping with a border patrol. But he has a certain unhealthy fear when it comes to those. So he is laying there, taking in the sunlight as it blankets the camp. His muzzle twitches before he takes note of something weaving back and forth within the lengthened grass. What it could be he doesn't know till he lifts a paw and pushes some of the vegetation back. The rainbow carapace of the beetle stuns him and his hidden eyes widen as he stares in wonder. "Oh..so pretty..." He mutters as he watches it crawl along the grass and then he spots another and then another. All following along after one another. A smile pulls at his lips as he lowers himself down to be closer to the bugs, watching their little procession.

Sometimes he wonders what it would be like to be a small bug. Is it just as scary as being a cat? He shivers slightly before sighing, keeping his new bug friends within his sights
 
More often than not, Cottonsprig encounters kittens ruminating about the logistics of bugs, not apprentices. Maybe she can give Trufflepaw a pass, given the tom is only a moon or so into his apprenticeship - plus, on slow days like today, there's no harm in a bit of bug watching. The she-cat only notices the glimmering shell of the beetle when the predominantly pale tom speaks of its beauty, pausing in her gait to look at it as well.

"Oh..." she hums, half interested, half just-wanting-to-avoid-responsibility-for-a-minute. "I don't think I've seen one like that before," the medicine cat says shortly after. She turns to properly inspect it, though she neglects to get close enough to see if it has all of its legs or more than two eyes. Instead, she looks towards Trufflepaw instead, "Have you seen Bilberrykit or Grasspaw? The two of them adore things like this..." she chirps. Bug lovers, each of them. No harm in a little hobby, she thinks.​
 

˖⁺‧₊ ☽◯☾ ₊‧⁺˖  Vulturekit keeps their distance from the young apprentice and his object of fascination. They do not startle, as they might if they had encountered the beetle on their own. Instead, they simply watch with a wary eye, as if ensuring that the beetle does not make a move to swarm Trufflepaw... Can a single beetle swarm a cat, he wonders? No, there would need to be multiple for that... He doesn't think they bite, so it should be safe, but he still doesn't particularly like him...

The voice of Cottonsprig pulls Vulturekit from his wandering thoughts, and the glare he had fixed upon the bug softens. "Oh! Um, Brackenpaw d-does too. I think," he adds. They had certainly seen eager to drop one right under his nose. He doesn't think he wants to be around the things for longer than he has too, though. "I'll um. I'll go tell Buh-Bilberrykit. Bye," they mutter, shooting suspicious glances towards the beetle before skittering off to go search for their brother. The sooner they can get away the better... This seems like more of their brother's kind of thing anyway.

  • fetching @BILBERRYKIT <3
  • 78719023_Dn5AkWBYFbxxqzb.png


    "SPEECH"
  • VULTUREKIT he / they, kit of windclan, five moons.
    a spiky-furred dark tabby with amber eyes.
    skittish and dour, with little time for typical kit games.
    micheal x npc, adopted by periwinklebreeze. sibling to dustkit and bilberrykit.
    peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
    penned by SATURNIDsaturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
 
I WANT TO BELONG
LIKE THE BIRDS IN THE TREES
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
puddlekit & 04 moons & demi-girl & she/they & windclan kit
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
d989f5cf1e593f68ab30c44f444fe826.png
The sight of a growing crowd catches Puddlekits attention where she sits, mismatched blue eyes widening. A bounce in her step, the ink-dripped kitten is quick to bounce over, humming faintly beneath her breath as she squeezes between the others - immediately reaching one paw out to poke and prod at a beetle at the back of the line. " Why they do that? Are they like ants, going home? Or... or are the lookin' for something? "

actions & " speech, " & 'thoughts/quotes'
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
B L U E B I R D S F O R E V E R C O L O U R T H E S K Y
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
 
𓆧 As a recluse, Cricketcry's time outside of the tunnels is not taken up with socialization or the commitments of relationships. He gravitates to the smaller things: resting, sunset watching, and his favorite pastime of bugwatching. He has been known to be as still as a fencepost, eyes directed downwards at his entertainment. Cricketcry is overjoyed to see an apprentice who may share the same fascination of himself. He watches from several lengths away with glittering eyes as Trufflepaw attention is caught by some sort of insect, he presumes. Not the kind to approach somebody unfamiliar, such as Trufflepaw, he is hesitant as he hauls himself upwards and begins to canter to Trufflepaw, curiosity overwhelming himself to see what has caught his attention.

He becomes wary to see Cottonsprig's arrival and he pauses in his approach before gritting his teeth and continuing onwards. "Could I look?" Cricketcry asks, his voice hoarse. He hovers behind Trufflepaw and Cottonsprig for several daunting heartbeats before he pads forward, crouching down in the vegetation besides the medicine cat. He careens his neck forward to peer at the beetles. His maw gapes slightly in contentment when he first rests his gaze upon the beautiful insects marching along.

When a miniscule paw is reached forward to tap a beetle in curiosity, Cricketcry lets out a muffled mew of surprise, having not noticed Puddlekit's arrival. He turns his head towards kit and directs a polite smile towards them. "Probably headin' towards some food."


  • ——
  • CRICKETCRY —— Tunneler of Windclan 𓆧
    𓆧 AMAB / he/they / 28 ☾
    𓆧 petite, reclusive, timid, wistful