camp LIVE AND LET DIE ─‎ ⋆ RESTING

[nightbird]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ the clan had been hard at work cleansing the blood from the dirt to purge the scent of it from the air. in the corners of the nursery when each kit had shut their eyes, when her teeth dipped into the thin flank of a mouse, she still smelled it. regardless, everyone returned to their post, patrols were sent and a hint of normalcy was embedded into the crisp air.

she had heard flamewhisker and gentlestorm had gone this morning to receive starclan's blessing, unfortunately had missed their departure. it left the camp milling softly, clanmates enjoying the weather and the chance to enjoy one another's company without the choking anticipation of danger. for nightbird, it was the first time in a while that she was seen outside the nursery, laid on her side, head lifted to keep a relaxed eye on her kits. the sun warmed her pelt, but the gentle breeze that tousled it was the first of leaf-fall's charms. a reprieve from this heat, from this chapter in thunderclan's legacy. it was all much needed.

BURNING SWORD // ───‎ ⋆ GUIDE MY HAND‎ ‎‎ ‎‎☽

• ooc ↛ just a chill vibes thread, takes place after flamewhisker & gentlestorm leave for the moonstone!
  

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  NIGHTBIRD ✩ she/her, lead warrior of thunderclan, 36 ☾'s
  ⭃ a small black smoke molly with a white paw and pale silver eyes. currently a queen residing in the nursery.
  ⭃ mate to raccoonstripe / / currently mentoring none.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[TWILIGHTKIT ⋆]

Everything is... different. Twilightkit looks about the camp to see that much of the same is happening, just like when Skyclaw lead them, and Howlingstar before that. She understands to a degree why Skyclaw was not the best fit for leadership, yet the shift in the hierarchy again does little to comfort her. After all, the last big change sent them spiraling, so who is to say that this one won't do the same?

She settles comfortably beside her mother, working a knot out of the black-pelted woman's fur. The silver kitten doesn't say much - rarely had before and in that manner, not much has changed after - but similarly to Nightbird, she watches her siblings and the other kits loosely. She has half the mind to accuse them of playing wrong again, but maybe doing that isn't allowed anymore, not with everything changing once again. What is the new status quo?

"Momma," she speaks, finally, suddenly. She looks up towards the queen, looking between her eyes for a moment. She cannot dare to ask if Flamewhisker will die, too. So instead, she shifts her own subject, "Will the prey change with the seasons?" After all, with all this change... so have the leaves begun to turn. Will the next squirrel she feast on be blue, then?​

 

[STORMKIT]

Everything was weird. It had all exploded, and everyone had started talking all quiet for a little while ... and Stormkit hadn't really understood it that well, except that Howlingstar not being around anymore was making him sad. He missed her stories. He wished he'd been paying a bit more attention when she'd talked about the ancient Clans... had she told him whether he was like any of the ancient Clans? None of them had dark pelts like him, though ... apparently ...

Stormkit stumbled, falling flat on his stomach, but got up unfazed only a moment later. An ear wildly flicked to the sound of his sister's voice, soft and thoughtful- copper eyes darted wildly, his head swung around. There was the familiar scent of his family. He'd stuck close to them, to be honest, since it had all happened... just like Dad had said. And he'd been really good at being quiet, but...

It didn't seem like they had to be quiet, be good, anymore. He felt a bug, or something, squish beneath his foot. Maybe it was a worm? And when Twilightkit brought up prey, he yelled over, "There better be, I'm bored of birds ..."

Right before he lifted his paw up to lick off whatever bug it was he'd trod on.​

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[Softsight]

Despite knowing that Flamewhisker and Gentlestorm together form a formidable pair, Carrionshriek can't help but still worry over the tom of the two specifically given his injuries old and new that plagued him since Skyclaw had taken over and been rightfully dethroned. She was sure that her worry was palatable to those around her, so she had busied herself with trying to help clean up the camp still, and her chores had led her near the nursery, where Nightbird was lounging with her kits within earshot.

Having found her voice once more in the battle against Skyclaw's lackeys, Carrionshriek greeted Nightbird with a respectful nod of the head and a gentle smile towards Twilightkit - one for Stormkit, too, if he wasn't too distracted with the bug he was now licking off his paw.

"How are you faring, Nightbird?" Carrionshriek asked as she stopped in her motions, taking a moment to relax - talking with a Clanmate was a reliable way to get her mind off of her worries, even if they were as intimidating as Nightbird was, queen though she had since become. In fact, Carrionshriek wondered if having kits had made the she-cat even more ferocious than she had been before.

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• CARRIONSHRIEK ✩ warrior of thunderclan, eleven moons
  → peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
  → penned by Archivist → .archivist on discord.
  

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[nightbird]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ there is a hum of acknowledgement that passes her throat as twilightkit speaks, a twitch of her lips at stormkit's inserted opinion. it dwindles as the midnight dark kit promptly squishes something underpaw, uses his tongue to cleanse the corpse.

she is momentarily distracted from twilightkit's question, attempting to swat stormkit's foot away from his muzzle with a white paw. "what, you prefer bugs now?" the queen huffs in subtle amusement before meeting amber eyes with her own. "the prey doesn't change, but we'll see less of it as the weather cools." even with a full season to go until it arrived, leafbare was ever looming. short daylight, snow piled higher than their backs. at least this time, nightbird wouldn't be forced into the mountains just before to prolong its charms.

that didn't give her seemingly always starving children much to look forward to, however. leaf-fall had charms of its own, she supposed. "the leaves will change, though, turn orange and red before falling," another year, it'd be another headache of cleaning them so that every pelt was not consumed by leaf litter. there'd be no one to curb her efforts this year, a small frown pulls her face before she washes it away sweeping her tongue over her muzzle. nightbird turns to stormkit, tapping him with a feathered tail. "you'll have fun playing in them. they crunch under-paw, you can build piles to jump in."

her gaze flits from stormkit to carrionshriek, ears twitching in acknowledgement. she was faring, that seemed to be that. there's nothing to do but fare in the wake of what thunderclan endured. "well enough, i suppose. we still have a ways to go in terms of rebuilding." their camp structures suffered little, but a rift as large as this was not mended overnight. thunderclan would be okay in due time.

BURNING SWORD // ───‎ ⋆ GUIDE MY HAND‎ ‎‎ ‎‎☽

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  NIGHTBIRD ✩ she/her, lead warrior of thunderclan, 36 ☾'s
  ⭃ a small black smoke molly with a white paw and pale silver eyes. currently a queen residing in the nursery.
  ⭃ mate to raccoonstripe / / currently mentoring none.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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