camp Lost time memory ☠ decorating fur

Bonechill.

Quieter than the dead
Dec 18, 2023
59
6
8
*+:。.。 Good-bye didn't have to be for forever. When Bonepaw had left the nursery, he'd felt the worst pain he thought he'd ever experience - a truly naive thought, but to the boy who'd yet to face more than a stubbed toe, leaving his moms was devastating. Bonepaw had thought he wouldn't be able to survive it. Many restless nights were spent wide awake, clinging to his mothers' fur as he struggled to imagine a world where he didn't get to plop into their embrace at the end of every day. Nothing made him more scared of becoming an apprentice than the idea of losing his moms, even if it was only for a few hours a day. That's when he devised a coping strategy, carefully collecting feathers from the prey pile until he found the perfect four - a turkey feather and a mourning dove feather, as well as two pale sparrow feathers. On his last night as a kit, he'd presented these gifts to his moms. He wanted them to have a piece of him, to keep them safe while they slept in different nests from now on. And he hoped they'd bless the feathers he'd gotten to represent both of them in turn. A turkey wing feather, for Ferndances' energetic, uncaged vibrance, and the soft downy feather from a mourning dove, to remind Bonepaw of his mamma's gentle nature and comforting touch.

It was silly, this little coping strategy of his. But it was the only thing that kept his nest warm when he missed his parents' company.

Today, with water in his lungs and a heaviness in his shoulders, he felt it was time for a new addition.

Bonepaw would be found neglecting his duties to instead paw at the fresh-kill pile. He couldn't care less about the 'apprentices eat last' rule, mostly because he wasn't searching for an early dinner. Instead, the boy tossed aside frogs and mice, salamanders, and shrews, searching the bodies for something specific. With a final tug, he pulled free a lark sparrow. It was small. Many shades of brown covered its feathers like mud streaks. He might not have paid any mind to it, had his eyes not fallen on it's tail feathers. Perhaps a raven or a magpie would've been a better choice, but Bonepaw liked that the animal was so tiny. and at the very ed of its little tail feather, a white splotch - a perfect reminder for his sister's oddly placed white freckles and chin.

He sniffled lightly.

Pulling off the longest tail feather carefully, Bonepaw would crane his neck to try and get the accessory into the scruff of his neck. It wasn't easy, frustration quickly billowing beneath his ribs the more he struggled. Why did this of all things have to be so hard?!





  • GENERAL:
    Shadowclan — apprentice
    DMAB— He/Him — Unsure
    6 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
    Son to Ferndance x Needledrift
    Littermates with Bloodpaw, Shadepaw, Snowypaw
    Half-brother to Gigglekit, Morelkit, Branchkit
    Apprenticed to Nightwhisper



    COMBAT:
    Physically easy | mentally hard
    Attack in bold #738171
    injuries: None currently
 

"Hey, Bonepaw!" Gigglekit announced her presence with a squeaky call out to her older brother, who she'd managed to catch as he was sitting near the fresh-kill pile. The thought that perhaps he was picking out something for her and her brothers to share with their mothers for dinner crossed her mind, but as she drew near, a frown started to tug at the corners of her lips. Something seemed... off about Bonepaw, like he wasn't feeling the best.

Sniffling, Gigglekit approached her brother at a faster speed, peering up at his exasperated face as he tried to attach a feather onto his neck. "Bonepaw? Is everythin' alright?" She asked, voice wavering as she took notice of his frustrated breathing and own small sniffling. If her big brother was upset, then shouldn't she be? There was a lot to be upset about, these days, and Gigglekit wished that she could do anything at all to fix it.

 
  • Sad
Reactions: Bonechill.

[ ༻❄༺ ] Losing someone close to you is never easy, and yet dwelling on it also isn't good for one to do, even if that was something considerably hard. Another thing Snowpaw never truly considered was, Bonepaw had more things that tethered him to this clan, the significance of having both parents present in his life, it was surely a hard thing to have to move from the nursery to the apprentice den, something Snowpaw never had any difficulties doing at the time. Yet, he silently watched the tom as he picked through the freshkill pile, carelessly tossing prey around which made a slight frown dance on his lips as he shuffled his paws awkwardly.

He had been doing something, and that thing was not something Snowpaw had no clear understanding over, noting the slight sniffle the normally blank faced tom had, and gigglekit quickly bounding over to her brother to make sure he was okay. In truth, were they truly okay? They, Ferndance and Needledrift family, had lost one of their own and surely.... by all means Bonepaw was grieving the lost of his sister, especially when it was unknown if Snowypaw was even okay. He sighed softly as he hesitantly approached, keeping close in silence but still wanting to be there for them, for now, things will be difficult but...as time went on, it get easier and easier.

  • "speak""Thoughts"
  • Snowpaw He/Him, apprentice of Shadowclan, 10 moons.
    Lithe long hair blue lynx sepia with high white, and yellow eyes. Stubby tail, permanent resting bitch face
    Hailfreckle x Mudsplash
    peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
    see battle info here
    penned by Ryn@/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.