camp KINGSROAD ✧ DIGGING HOLES

[breezekit]

:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·: scorchstreak had told thistlekit that if he wanted to be a tunneler, he had to practice. even if the words weren't trained upon her, she selfishly didn't want her brother to listen. in breezekit's ideal world, she would practice, he would ignore the warning, and because of her skills with the dirt, or whatever, sunstar'd make her an apprentice moons before him.

digging and hunting, the latter seemed impossible. she had spent her attention span watching camp with a hawklike keenness, nothing. not even a bug. breezekit didn't let her determination go to waste, however. the former was something she could do, so she did. little holes sprouting up first around the nursery, spreading slowly closer into the middle of camp. she didn't bother filling them, tunnelers didn't waste their time with that. they were too busy digging, just like her.

breezekit didn't hear her clanmates go by, or talk, she worked around them. until one of her little creations became a... hazard. a surprised yelp reaches her ears, some cat who didn't watch where they placed their paws, stumbling as they tripped. whoops. a dirt covered nose shoots up, blue eyes wide with a sheepish look. an awkward grin pulls her maw, shows pinprick teeth. she should apologize, but was it really her fault that they didn't watch where they were going? "hello..." she offers an innocent greeting instead, shaking the dirt from her blue nose. maybe if they didn't know it was her, they wouldn't get mad. in a camp full of cats anyone could have dug these holes, after all.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── WHEREVER YOURE GOING ⋅✦⋅ IM GOING THAT WAY ──┐‎

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• BREEZEKIT ✦ she/her, kit of windclan, two moons.
  ✧ a small, yet leggy longhaired blue point chimera with icy eyes and a long tail.
  ✧ rattleheart x venomstrike / / littermate to thistlekit, vinekit, splinterkit, and crunchykit.
  ✧ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ battle info
  ✧ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── He has always wondered what it must be like to have siblings. He has seen much of its ugliness, but so too has Wolfsong seen tenderness, most often between kits, though also between Scorchstreak and Rattleheart. If Wolfsong had a littermate, would he have had someone to share his sorrow with? He had Sunstar when they were children (and every day after) but Sunstar's loss was —is— different. A sibling seems most likely to understand more completely— because they have suffered the same wound. It isn't solely the darker shadows he imagines sharing with a brother or sister, but the sunlight, too. Would they have played with his children as they grew, a beloved aunt or uncle?

Or perhaps, as he has witnessed in WindClan, a chasm will form between them, trenched by envy or torn loyalties.

It matters little, he supposes. Idle fantasies have no bearing on reality, after all, and with a mouthful of herbs, the medicine cat continues his trek through camp. It is in part the leafy ends of the plants and his missing eye which spell doom for his gait: the ground abruptly drops away and a sharp pain snaps up his paw as he stumbles, barely recovering his balance. The bitterness of his herbs deepens, their stems crushed by his teeth in an attempt to keep from dropping them— but he does so anyway to turn and investigate, flexing his aching paw.

There is Breezekit, one of Rattleheart and Venomstrike's children, surrounded by a series of holes. Grimacing, Wolfsong is quick to fill the hole he tripped over, lest someone else meet the same fate. The culprit is quite clear, of course. With his own children, he's developed something of an eighth sense for such things. "I see you must take after Rattleheart." He exhales, surveying the spread of holes with weariness. Hazards in the making, truly. "We must fill these, Breezekit, before they hurt our clanmates— they might twist the paws of our hunters, and then they cannot bring us food."
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WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN FORMER ROGUE TURNED MEDICINE CAT. 46 MOONS, HE/HIM, NPC X NPC. MATES WITH SUNSTAR (07/05/2023). BIOGRAPHY, PINTEREST, & PLAYLIST.

medicinal expertise med. part ii med. part iii med. part iv

• — ★★★☆☆ WOUNDS: You're (mostly) in safe paws. You'll know if he's less experienced if he asks for your permission to try a treatment. No wound can scare him away from knowledge.
  — ★★★☆☆ INFECTION: He can prevent most infections. If you feel feverish, let him know; he'll hum thoughtfully over herbs and sniff your wound before saying, "With your blessing..."
• — ★☆☆☆☆ ACHES & PAINS: If you complain to him of pain, he'll ask where. If it's a headache, you'll likely feel a bit better. For anything else, "Try this, if you'd like, and tell me how you feel."
  — ★☆☆☆☆ BROKEN BONES: At best. he can ask you to remain lying down in the den. He may try to distract you with conversation while he considers what herb to feed you.
• — ★★★★★ TRAVELING HERBS: Going somewhere? No worries; Wolfsong knows just what you need to stay hale and healthy during your journey. The rest is up to you.
  — ★★★☆☆ KITTING: Thanks to Starlingheart and his own pregnancy, he's better prepared for the arrival of kits, but any complications will need a little faith and a lot of luck.
• — ★☆☆☆☆ POISONS: It's best if you avoid eating anything unfamiliar to you— it's probably just as unfamiliar to Wolfsong. The best he can do is offer you yarrow and sit with you.
  — ★★☆☆☆ ILLNESS: If it's white or greencough, you'll likely recover. Otherwise, prepare for odd concoctions and the usual request that you consent to a little trial-and-error.

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[VENOMSTRIKE]

➷ CLOSE YOUR EYES AND I'LL KISS YOU. TOMORROW, I'LL MISS YOU ➷​

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ — Being a father gave him a certain lightness to his heart and he's happy to see his kittens already stumbling about to get into mischief even if a part of him misses when they had been so little... Barely the size of his large paw. The large moor runner always seemed to make a beeline towards the nursery after every patrol and hunt just so he could bring his beloved mate a meal then play a bit with the kittens, the sun that hung above his head made him wish that he could've been stuck in camp to help Rattleheart more or try finding some shade though that's impossible. This time he had been lucky enough to have gotten an earlier patrol and had been watching over the kittens while Rattleheart took a moment to himself, his tongue carefully swipes over the messy fur of @SPLINTERKIT.

He had been so focused on the task that he hadn't realized the holes that Breezekit had been digging until Wolfsong had fallen over, it made the dark tom immediately sit up from where he had been laying as he stares with alarm. When had all of those holes get there? He can feel the skin under his fur growing hot with secondhand embarrassment and shame knowing that he hadn't stopped his daughter. Someone could've gotten seriously hurt much like Wolfsong had explained to Breezekit. "I'm so sorry, Wolfsong." Venomstrike begins as he pushes himself to his paws as he walks over to where his kitten is being mindful of where he steps and leans down to give her dirt covered little head a quick lick.

He tries not to visibly wince as he reminds himself that before Rattleheart had been confined into the nursery that his mate had also often tasted like the dirt and soil that he dug through everyday due to his role in the clan. "Wolfsong's right, my little one. We must fill in these holes so nobody else gets hurt. We wouldn't want your littermates or your dad falling in..." A large paw pushes the soil back into one of the holes only to add on with a toothy grin of his own, "Looks like you'll be a natural tunneler." Just like Rattleheart, its something Venomstrike had noticed that a lot of the kits were on the smaller side but he doesn't mind in the least. They're perfect just as they are, moor runner or not.

⡠﹞REMEMBER ILL ALWAYS BE TRUE ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ AND THEN WHILE IM AWAY﹝⠢

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  WARRIOR SKILLSET;
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ HUNTING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ TRACKING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧ COMBAT
  — ✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ STEALTH
  — ✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ STRATEGY
  — ✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ SWIMMING
  — ✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ CLIMBING
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  ⁀➷ a shorthaired lilac/black tabby chimera with buttercup hued eyes
  ⁀➷ windclan moor runner, venomstrike usually comes off as timid or slow but he's quite friendly and more than happy to add onto a conversation. as of late, he's been rather tense and has very little tolerance, he may snap and apologize later.
  ⁀➷ 53 moons old; ages the 18th every month
  ⁀➷ homosexual homoromantic; mated to rattleheart
  ⁀➷ father to redheart, thistlekit, breezekit, splinterkit, bunnykit, crunchykit
  ⁀➷ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ⁀➷ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[SPLINTERKIT.]

SURE IT'S A CALMING NOTION​

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he's enjoying the attention he's getting from his dad. it's quiet and peaceful, just how he likes it. it's not thst he hates the noise itself that comes from clanlife, but anything too loud or too sudden, or even both, makes him anxious. but he feels safe here and now. the rough tongue of his father combs through his messy fur and he quietly purrs, as his eyes close and he just lets it happen. he nearly presses closer to him but suddenly before he csn even register what's happening, venomstrike is walking away from him. with a quiet squeak, he stands up on unsteady paws and hobbles after his dad. for a moment he notices breezekit and his entire body perks up happily as he moves over to her, bumping against her. he didn't really notice wolfsong until he speaks again, making him jolt and hide behind breezekit. he lowers himself to try and see impossibly small, his gaze peeking from around his sister before he slowly creeps over to stand behind his dad.

he's scary.

he thinks, pressing more into his dad's tail so that he can't be seen. papa will keep me safe.

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