- Jun 28, 2024
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In an effort to better understand the weird layout of WindClan (not that he would ever say that outloud) Marigold had been pacing around the confines of camp to try and familiarise herself with it. Realistically it was pretty easy given the fact that the majority of windclanners slept under an open sky, the medicine den was identifiable well enough given the traffic of cats having to go there lately. He understood the difference between the nursery and the elders den enough to identify them but sometimes she liked to stop by either one just to confirm that she did in fact get it right. That happened today, stopping near the thick gorse bush he took the time to see who was around the area outside of the den, given the majority were kits running around she would say she was right.
In his efforts to take note of who was there his eyes fell on Heatherkit, that was one of those new ones right? The ones that… Softspot or whatever his name was had brought in. She thought that was a really courageous thing to do, to take kits in like that. Hopefully they had been adjusting fine since then, granted he was really curious about it so why not try and ask how this one was? “Heya Heatherkit” she called out as he moved to stand next to her. “How’re ya going with all this” there was a brief pause as he considers what was even an appropriate way to discuss the state of the clan right now “excitement going around.”
Did he save it? Probably not but with a shrug of her shoulders she carried on anyways, shifting around she tried to think about what he should do to salvage this. Raising a paw subconsciously to brush it against the petals adorning her chest he recalls an idea of what she could do. “Say, how do ya feel about petals in your fur?” With a tilt of his head he grins “before I left home my ma insisted I wear these to protect me against whatever clan life may throw at me” she didn’t really know what they were protection for specifically, unlike him she was rather general with superstitions. “I’d hate to see ya get sick so how about I share some with you? It would be good to share some of that protection” she knows that it will realistically do very little against illness but it may be a fun way to make the she-kit feel a little better about what’s going on.
|| Please wait for @heatherkit ||
In his efforts to take note of who was there his eyes fell on Heatherkit, that was one of those new ones right? The ones that… Softspot or whatever his name was had brought in. She thought that was a really courageous thing to do, to take kits in like that. Hopefully they had been adjusting fine since then, granted he was really curious about it so why not try and ask how this one was? “Heya Heatherkit” she called out as he moved to stand next to her. “How’re ya going with all this” there was a brief pause as he considers what was even an appropriate way to discuss the state of the clan right now “excitement going around.”
Did he save it? Probably not but with a shrug of her shoulders she carried on anyways, shifting around she tried to think about what he should do to salvage this. Raising a paw subconsciously to brush it against the petals adorning her chest he recalls an idea of what she could do. “Say, how do ya feel about petals in your fur?” With a tilt of his head he grins “before I left home my ma insisted I wear these to protect me against whatever clan life may throw at me” she didn’t really know what they were protection for specifically, unlike him she was rather general with superstitions. “I’d hate to see ya get sick so how about I share some with you? It would be good to share some of that protection” she knows that it will realistically do very little against illness but it may be a fun way to make the she-kit feel a little better about what’s going on.
|| Please wait for @heatherkit ||