- Feb 28, 2024
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𓆱 It rained last night, so now there’s a bunch of little puddles around camp. Most of the queens, of course, tell him to stay out of the mud puddles, to stay dry and clean so Needledrift doesn’t have to worry about getting his pelt clean again. He doesn’t like it when his mother grooms him, since she always licks his fur weird and it sticks up after, but he also doesn’t understand why she takes the time to do it when he’s just going to get dirty again anyway. So of course, Branchkit disregards everything that he’s been told, and the early morning finds him splashing about from puddle to puddle while all of the morning patrols are being sent out into the territory. He’s bouncing around and having fun, finally not thinking about Snowypaw, when his gaze catches on a strange part of his reflection in one of the puddles of water. He pauses, quizzical, and dips to peer into the small pool of water.
Instead of the blue eyes that had stared back at him for so long…
Amber. The color of the honey that Starlingheart had given him only a couple moons ago. The color of sunlight, of a golden butterfly’s wings as it flutters on by. His gaze shifts from his eyes at last, straying to the rest of his face. The kit-roundness of his cheeks has disappeared entirely, replaced by tufts of fur too spiky to be passed down from Needledrift. Maybe his other mother is their source, he thinks—but Ferndance isn’t his mom mom, so he couldn’t get it from her, could he? She doesn’t have the same fur as him, and she definitely doesn’t have the the spiky fur at the back of his neck that he’s just noticed. But a tip of his head tells him that the tabby-striped warrior is nearby, as he hears her voice ring out into the air of camp. She’s going out on a patrol, maybe, so he’s gotta catch her before she leaves!
Once-white paws, now stained a dark brown from mud and dirt, rush over to stand before his mother, putting his little form between Ferndance and the camp’s exit. If she wants to leave, then she has to get past him—and Branchkit thinks he’s super good at making his parents do what he wants. In a voice slightly louder than it normally is, the boy blurts out, "Wait, wait! I got a question! Why do I look so different from you and mama?" It’s a far cry from his usual short, halting sentences—even Branchkit looks surprised at the clarity of his own words. But bright amber eyes blink up at his mother all the same, confusion written clearly in the furrow is his brow.
Instead of the blue eyes that had stared back at him for so long…
Amber. The color of the honey that Starlingheart had given him only a couple moons ago. The color of sunlight, of a golden butterfly’s wings as it flutters on by. His gaze shifts from his eyes at last, straying to the rest of his face. The kit-roundness of his cheeks has disappeared entirely, replaced by tufts of fur too spiky to be passed down from Needledrift. Maybe his other mother is their source, he thinks—but Ferndance isn’t his mom mom, so he couldn’t get it from her, could he? She doesn’t have the same fur as him, and she definitely doesn’t have the the spiky fur at the back of his neck that he’s just noticed. But a tip of his head tells him that the tabby-striped warrior is nearby, as he hears her voice ring out into the air of camp. She’s going out on a patrol, maybe, so he’s gotta catch her before she leaves!
Once-white paws, now stained a dark brown from mud and dirt, rush over to stand before his mother, putting his little form between Ferndance and the camp’s exit. If she wants to leave, then she has to get past him—and Branchkit thinks he’s super good at making his parents do what he wants. In a voice slightly louder than it normally is, the boy blurts out, "Wait, wait! I got a question! Why do I look so different from you and mama?" It’s a far cry from his usual short, halting sentences—even Branchkit looks surprised at the clarity of his own words. But bright amber eyes blink up at his mother all the same, confusion written clearly in the furrow is his brow.
- ooc: @FERNDANCE
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𖠰 fluffy lilac tabby with white spotting and amber eyes. quiet but cheerful, very naïve.
𖠰 son of ferndance and needledrift ; brother to bonepaw, bloodpaw, shadepaw, snowypaw, gigglekit, morelkit
𖠰 peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
𖠰 penned by foxlore