camp left with all our embers // naming [nursery only]

[Periwinklebreeze.]

LIKE A PICTURE IN A FRAME
WISH WE COULD'VE STAYED THE SAME ​

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periwinklebreeze ❀ 24 moons ❀ demi-boy ❀ windclan queen ​

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In the end, Sunstar allows it - and Periwinklebreeze can't quite hide the look of relief that flits across ink-stained features.Flower-strewn tail beckons the two children to follow him, with one last parting glance at gravelsnap - he's not sure his mate is willing to brave the nursery today, and he would hardly blame them if they stayed behind. Ducking into the den, paws swiftly find his own nest before turning to the 'nameless' kits - though, unbeknownst to him, this is of course another lie.

" If y-you are to be p-part of windclan, you'll n-need p-proper clan names, " comes quiet voice after a moment. Looking between the to of them, something in his chest aches - perhaps at the reminder that they too have now lost somebody, or perhaps it's just the resemblance to his own departed. " Kittens here h-have names that end with k-kit, to show that you're still g-g-growing - so y-you'll be Weepingkit, " he explains after a moments thought, nudging the quieter, tearful one first. It's an easy name, given that all he has actually seen her do is just that.

" And you w-will be Mourn-ing-kit, " comes much softer announcement, pain glittering in blue eyes as he speaks to the second muc brighter, bolder child. Theres something in his tone, in his enounciation that makes it clear he does not name her after the early glow of the sun, but instead for all that she claims to have lost. For all that he has lost.

" This is the nursery - y-you'll sleep h-here for now, until y-you reach six moons and c-can train alongside th-the others. My own kits are... around h-here somewhere, "

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I ' V E - A L W A Y S - B E E N - R E A L - B A D - W I T H - C H A N G E

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// very late backwritten thread, this is meant to take place immediately after @weepingkit and @mourningkit arrival and conversation with sunstar

 

[brokenpaw ♠]

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Periwinklebreeze had been a nursery queen for so long now, practically from the time Brokenkit could even retain memory, that he somehow isn't sure how he could ever imagine the cat being a warrior. Bilberrykit, Dustkit and Vulturekit obviously loved him dearly, and the point in return. Now he's saddled himself with another pair and suddenly all the boy can think about is how different these names sound. Not nearly as unassuming as the former three he started with.

A grimace is normally sat comfortably on Brokenkit's maw but somehow it's tugged in a stronger direction south, deep in thought from his assessing. He had quietly observed their entry alongside Periwinklebreeze and Gravelsnap, watched Sunstar's disbelief and listened to the now-named Mourningkit plead their case to stay. They had seen outside the boring landscape of camp. Had crawled out from something other than gorse or badger setts just to find WindClan.

CONCEPTUALIZATION - SUCCESS

The other one- Weepingkit, is quiet and meek. Brokenkit peered at the teary streams from her eyelids as their caretaker declared her name and wondered how Honeysucklekit would attach some sort of altruistic meaning to this. Would the she-kit remain a little crybaby forever?

What a dreadful life that would be. A voice responds, Brokenkit's ear twitched in internal surprise.

And the other one- mourning? Maybe you'll be replaced in this silly name gossip. That sounded nice... Yes, these freaks would replace him and his sisters names from the mouths of those troublesome warriors. Rightfully so, with their equally curious origins.

"Vulturekit. Up." The tom rasped to his friend, gently prickling his claws just beneath Vulturekit's pelt to stir, or startle, him awake. "More."

♠ i swear to god, i did what i could ———— ♠ i practically begged you

• waking up @Vulturekit. !
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  Brokenkit
  —⊰⋅ kit of windclan | 5 months
  —⊰⋅ he/him
  —⊰⋅ mintshade x gracklestep
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  —⊰⋅ sh solid black tom with yellow eyes
  

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[Vulturepaw]

˖⁺‧₊ ☽◯☾ ₊‧⁺˖ 　Vulturekit is aroused by the feeling of pinpricks digging past the tufted spines of his pelt, scratching soft at his skin. He startles, as he often does upon being woken. Pools of gold stretch wide in sudden worry; it is not often that he is awakened by pain, and it surely can mean nothing good.

"Hmn?" A worried grumble pulls itself from their throat, words not yet coming. It takes a moment to register the shadowy figure who pulls tiny claws away from his side - Brokenkit. Oh. Their fur does not fully flatten, but it smooths just enough for the kit's racing mind to begin working again. "...More? What - "

There are two kits standing at the mouth of the nursery, beside his dad.

He blinks in confusion. Periwinklebreeze looks to these kits with softness in his eyes, and it makes their fur begin to bristle yet again. "D-d... Dad, where'd these k-kits cuh-come from?" His eyes narrow, tail beginning to lash. What, has he found newer, better kits or something? Since his are about to graduate, is he just pulling in whoever he can find so he won't feel as lonely? That's not fair. He hopes this isn't what it looks like. Some other queen had better take these kits, Periwinklebreeze is already spoken for.

THERE ARE FLOWERS GROWING ALL AROUND ⛧ A MASSIVE ANIMAL INSIDE OF ME‎

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  "SPEECH"
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  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 SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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