camp LIKE A GREY HAIR YOU'LL GET PLUCKED OFF | moving den

[BITEFLOWER]

bio ₊˚✧ ﾟ. Biteflower. Biteflower. He hates it, has never been more displeased in his life than hearing the wretched thing. It's become glaringly obvious to him that the expectation, as his mother made clear to him, was that he would let go of the spite that has only ever served to cause himself trouble. Too consistently embroiled in chaos of his own making, he's sure he's made it as a warrior by the skin of his teeth.

From kittenhood to his at the time exhilarating escape attempt with Hazewish to the late days of his apprenticeship, he's subjected to punishments over and over - the thought of feeling of moss between his claws again makes him want to unhinge his jaws and howl. He's marginally receiving solace in the knowledge that Vale- Valesight would be residing similarly soon, if not already. "Biteflower." He spites under his breath, as if hearing it will acclimate him, offer pacification to the weakest degree.

A nasty hostility brews in his belly. Only his ruler straight body betrays him, ears learning forward. He holds the last of his trinkets in his maw memories of a collection that has shank considerably. Biteflower disgracefully deposits his pebbles and stones by where he's already dumped his nest, the first delivery.

Biteflower's backing away whether to exit, or to make the worst first impression as a denmate known to cat he's not sure. Ostensibly not taking care to peer behind himself, he's crashing into someone else in the den. Unhinges his now empty jaws, the newly made warrior is primed to spit something entirely inappropriate. "Move it. Some of us like space."​

 

[LOVEBURN]

✦•··········•✦•··········•✦ Loveburn is well-acquainted with the discomfort of a name that doesn't quite settle in place. Worse still, that the justification for his changed name was so reasonable. Lovepaw, as Smokestar rebranded him, was not a terrible name, and neither is Loveburn— but it is no Starlight. It is not Cicadastar's name for him, and there are many days he wonders if Smokestar's decision was driven by more causes than he admitted to. Maybe Loveburn's would-be killers went to him with their threats, though he is hard-pressed to imagine Smokestar cowed by anyone.

Whatever deeper machinations there may be, the fact remains that to all of RiverClan, he is Loveburn.

And Biteflower is Biteflower, which is to say prickly and easily agitated. As Loveburn narrowly dodges an even greater collision with the other warrior, he considers whether this may be a symptom of Biteflower's loyalties. Is he testing Loveburn's weaknesses, hoping to catch him off guard? Is he making note of his dexterity for nefarious reasons? Despite his suspicious thoughts, Loveburn merely smiles in the face of Biteflower's surly bark. "Of course, of course. Some of us even like it between our ears." He chuckles. "I guess you won't be sharing tongues later?" Loveburn gestured vaguely at Biteflower's front. "That's a lot of puffed chest to groom by yourself."

loveburn (formerly lovepaw and starlightpaw) — currently thirteen moons old
son of cicadastar & smokestar — brother to cicadaflight & beefang — he/him
single & not really looking — peaceful/nonviolent actions may be powerplayed
please note that loveburn has persecutory delusions & sometimes personal prose
will make patently untrue assumptions and mischaracterizations of other people.

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[STREAMSONG]

She watches from her nest near the back of the den as Biteflower enters the den, not so politely telling a clanmate to move as he bumps into him. Her ears flatten against her skull at the bitter tone, silently relieved that Loveburn spoke to him first. What could she even say in response to him? She didn't know what to say to a cat who was so sour? For now, the older she-cat remains silent as she curls around herself in her nest, listening silently to the conversation between the two younger toms. Perhaps it was something that came with age? They'd grow out of it eventually wouldn't they? Some of us enjoy peace and quiet too.... without young toms bickering back and forth and being so bitter. Why is he so moody anyways?

i just need to leave this part of me behind do you remember me, when the rain gathers?　/　˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

• ooc.
• streamsong.
  ⤹ cisgender female ( feminine pronouns )
  ⤹ 26 moons / ages realistically on the 4th
  ⤹ mates with bugbite / heterosexual ; monogamous
  ⤹ warrior of riverclan / currently mentoring none
  ⤹ lh blue tabby with low white
  ⤹ peaceful actions may be powerplayed / underline and tag account when attacking
  ⤹ "speech" / thoughts / hexcode: #afd2e9
  ⤹ penned by halimede
  
  
  

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[eveningpaw]

Like a revolving door, it all changes again. Bitepaw changes the apprentices' den with his exit; Biteflower makes a new, perhaps permanent home within the confines of the warriors' den. Eveningpaw watches the whole ordeal like a hawk. She imagines the occassion to be just as, if not more exciting than after you receive your apprentice name, but Biteflower does not seem impressed at all... in fact, he radiates more gloom and doom than before, which is a sore achievement.

Evidently, he does not need assistance. Eveningpaw lingers anyhow — he'd surely be hard-pressed to accept help from someone younger, but that does not stop her curiosity from keeping her in place, head moving to and fro as she watches him.

Eveningpaw does not have it in her to simply smile in the wake of Biteflower's mean-streak, unlike Loveburn. At least Streamsong appears to share her disbelief.

"You don't like your new name?" she dares to ask, having overheard the puff from under his breath. "'s that why you're so prickly?" All the social withdrawal for a few days after the incident with Magpiepaw has not proven to stop her sharp tongue from staying true to its nature. She braces for Biteflower's rebuttal.
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[DROPLETKIT]

Biteflower seems not very happy as he goes to move his nest contents to the warriors den. Maybe he's just unhappy he has to move? Dropletkit cant imagine having to go to the apprentice den without Claythorn! Maybe thats why Bite is so upset? He probably doesn't want to move from his best friends! Lingering by Eveningpaw, Dropletkit blinks against the sunlight that beams down upon them, already feeling uncomfortable under their fur coat.

"Um, well I think your name is very nice!" Dropletkit echoes after Eveningpaw asks if he doesn't like his name. Why not? Dropletkit would loved to be named Dropletflower! And Biteflower is such a pretty name, at least it is to Droplet, so much so that they might be a little jealous... Would Lichenstar oblige their request if they ask to be renamed to flower? Would Mama think its pretty? "Biteflower is very nice." they state matter-of-fact, as if Biteflower himself couldn't refute this. "How does being a warrior feel? Is it cool?" oblivious to a potential sharp remark, Dropletkit looks inside the warrior den, scanning over Loveburn and then Streamsong. It's very spacious in here! Very nice! But definitely not as nice as the nursery!

𝖢𝖮𝖬𝖤 𝖮𝖭 𝖮𝖴𝖳, 𝖫𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖶𝖠𝖸 ݁˖ ❀ ⋆｡˚ 𝖫𝖤𝖳 𝖴𝖲 𝖲𝖤𝖤 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖧𝖮𝖬𝖤 𝖨𝖭 𝖮𝖴𝖱 𝖣𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖬𝖲

• ❥ dropletkit
  ❥ afab demi-girl .☘︎ ݁˖ she/they .☘︎ ݁˖ 2 months
  ❥ riverclan kit .☘︎ ݁˖ adopted by claythorn & otterbite
  ❥ fluffy albino she-kit with dusty rose colored eyes .☘︎ ݁˖ very soft & fuzzy
  ❥ "speech, F3C4C5" .☘︎ ݁˖ thoughts
  ❥ single .☘︎ ݁˖ too young to consider love
  ❥ smells like flowers & milk .☘︎ ݁˖ distant nostalgia
  ❥ penned by chuff

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[MIDNIGHTASH]

જ➶ There is a twitching and trembling of her muzzle. The slow breath that tries to keep a even pattern from her chest as slowly sleep begins to allude her. The sharpness of amber orbs snap open as the commotion because even more persistent, gaze narrowing as she begins to life her head. All she is trying to do is rest, get in a small nap before she has to go back out hunting later on. But it appears that poor little Biteflower has a bit of an issue. Her maw twists with her annoyance and even more so when she hears Eveningpaw's voice questioning the other about his new name. The new warrior having collided with Loveburn and she raises her body fully up from her nest in the back. "If you can't at least be quieter than that then the exit of the den is not that far away. Some of us have responsibilities to handle later." Her words are clipped as she focuses her vision upon Biteflower before a short snort leaves her muzzle. Carefully she starts to knead her nest back into the softness that she enjoys, gaze hooding before a soft yawn pulls from her throat.

All this fuss over a name. Of course her own name is perfect and she doesn't have an issue with it. Then she snaps her venomous viper eyes on the other that has decided to cause this ruckus. "If you don't like it then ask Lichenstar to change it instead of making a show." With that she shifts herself and lays back down, curling her tail over her nose. ​