camp maybe i could love like you // moving dens

[Honeysplash]

It simply couldn’t be avoided anymore, even if they wished and wished and pleaded for it not to be so.

They had been teetering on the edge of the warriors’ den and the nursery for the last few days. Part of them knew they had to go there at some point anyway but they tried to prolong it for as long as possible. Still, Honeysplash felt so silly as they pulled together the moss of their nest in the warriors’ den. They had to busy their paws otherwise they feared they would wonder off or something to just avoid the process all together. It didnt matter that much anyway as Chrysaliswing didnt sleep beside them anymore and they now were neighbors with two other warriors. So was it really that bad?

Suppose it was more the thought of being stranded in camp again was what bothered them the most. Honeysplash hoped that once they could return to duties they could finally mentor and make their sister proud, even if she didnt seem to notice her at all. They hadn’t yet told their sister about the pregnancy but now it was probably common knowledge and at least some of the kits in the nursery were excited for their arrival. Candorkit and Hollykit truly made this a little easier.

The cream and white warrior picked up the moss from were they had piled it together and carried it out to dirt place to dispose of the dirty moss. Now they should go to the nursery and see if they had an extra spot or some newer moss. Maybe they could convince Florabreeze to get them new moss? Or take them to get moss? Youre avoiding it again They thought sourly to themselves.

Honeysplash sighed to themselves and their ears flattened slightly against their head- they felt so silly. Why were they so nervous? Why was it so hard? The molly shook their head slightly and huffed to themselves, before picking up their head and headed for the nursery. Upon approached the scent of sweetness and milk met their nose, and they relaxed their shoulders slightly. It would be fine, it had to be fine.

“Any room available for one more?” They spoke as they stepped through the threshold and their tail bristled behind them from their anxious feeling creeping up their chest.

Speech​

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━ TOYHOUSE ━ BIOGRAPHY ━ SKYCLAN WARRIOR ━ TWENTY NINE MOONS​

 

[FLUFFYPAW]

Fluffypaw picks a pin feather from between her teeth, placing her fluttering paw onto it to stick it in place. A cream-striped pelt moves from the warrior’s den, a bundle of moss in their mouth, and they head for the nursery where her mother resides. Her heart aches. Once, she’d have squeaked with excitement at the prospect of new kits to help take care of; she’d have enlisted herself at once to help Honeysplash with her nest. It had been one of her little pleasures before; now, she supposes bitterly, it is her duty. She pushes herself to her paws and pads to the entrance of the nursery.

“Can I… can I get you anything, Honeysplash? Or help with anything?” Like the pale ginger she-cat, she tastes the air, redolent with sweet scents, with milk, with the dusty inhale of kitten fur, and her heart aches in response. She wants to linger here as long as she can, before duty pulls her away.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: —
• 
• Fluffykit . Fluffypaw, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 6 moons old, ages realistically on the 8th.
  — mentored by Greeneyes ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a.
  — skyclan apprentice. butterflytuft x dandelionwish, gen 3.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  lh chocolate tortie/cream chimera with jade eyes. frightened, clingy, anxious, gentle.
  
  

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[FIGFEATHER]

She had not believed her ears at first.

While it may have recently become common knowledge, Figfeather was a warrior who did not often pick up on the signs of an expecting clan-mate. Not until they outright came and told her or moved into the nursery. She sees it now, Honeysplash's swollen belly, it had not been extra new-leaf fresh-kill as Figfeather assumed.

She feels her stomach churn knowing full well who the father to those kits were. A mental prayer is sent to StarClan that he'll stay away from the nursery and leave the rearing of the kits to the red and white feline. It wasn't uncommon for the non-kit-bearing parent to only observe their kits from afar, pop in every now and then to say hello with a piece of fresh-kill. It is what Figfeather had done, and she can only hope the same for the orange and black tom.

Figfeather decides not to approach right now, she'll give her congratulations later. Padding away she leaves the kits and Butterflytuft to do the welcoming.

♡ INFO BATTLE

• 
  » Figfeather
  » SkyClan Lead Warrior
  » She/her . AMAB
  » Sire to Sangriapaw & Coffeepaw
  » Mentoring Daisypaw
  » A red tabby she-cat with a mangled leg.
  » ”Speech”․ thoughts ․ attack
  
• 
  » A foe in battle whose ability to strategize can shift tides.
  » Excels in strategizing and pre-planning her battles.
  » Fights defensively and to aid her clan to victory.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[ricepaw]

"Uhm. Not really," Ricekit pipes up, nose wrinkling as Honeysplash calls in to the den. Any room available for one more? No... Not really... Just like she had verbalized, Skyclans nursery has many kits, a permaqueen, many other queens. Perhaps not as many as other clans, unbeknownst to her, but still a fair amount. And each day Ricekit finds herself more and more irritated at the growing lack of space as she sprouted... They shouldn't entertain warriors moving their nests here just because. She thinks, with a bitter chord that strikes her heart, that next moon her friend would be apprenticed and then they'd have the space...

And yet, one would be a fool to not realize that Honeysplash was expecting. Why else would she approach the nursery? Why else would Fluffypaw offer to help much to Ricekits chagrin?

"But I suppose a few nests can be scooted over..." she puts on a lighter, airy voice. Almost as if she were just playing a role in the beginning, a light jest; it's quite the opposite, fire-hot anger courses through her body. The only betrayal outside of her tight-lipped smile is the fact that her toes knead the nest below her, though easily brushed off as normal kitten things. Her mother is out and about somewhere, so she had time to the nest all by herself. "You can pick anywhere."

𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚂𝙼 𝚂𝙸𝚃𝚂 𝙸𝙽 𝙿𝚁𝙸𝚂𝙾𝙽 -♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧ 𝙲𝙷𝙸𝚅𝙰𝚁𝙻𝚈 𝙵𝙴𝙻𝙻 𝙾𝙽 𝙸𝚃𝚂 𝚂𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳

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  ❥ ricekit
  ❥ cis female ,, she/her ,, 04 months
  ❥ kit of skyclan ,, heronstep x cauliflowercurl ,, siblings
  ❥ regal, curly-furred white she-cat with striking green eyes
  ❥ "speech, f0a78e" ,, thoughts
  ❥ too young ,, single ,, not interested at all
  ❥ smells like hyacinths & lilies
  ❥ penned by chuff

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