camp my love it's mine all mine // eyes opening!

[weedpaw]

𓆝 . ° ✦ Weedkit is still little. He grows each day, and though it's not by much from sunrise to sunrise he's still come a long way from when he'd first met the cold air of the world. He's spent the majority of his time crying, nursing, and wriggling, but in recent days he is more curious and wanders- though by no means far- a few inches further than usual from Butterflytuft and his siblings. It's one such crisp morning. Weedkit has already nursed to contentment, and he now worms around nearby. His legs are like jelly, but he still tries. He pushes himself up with fervor, wobbles, and then slides in all directions back onto his belly. This happens over and over again- he stands, he wobbles, he falls- until his tiny kitten energy stores have been depleted.

Today is a little different though. Weedkit finds a new sensation. Not only do things sound not so confusing and muffled anymore, but he also feels a little different around his face. He is met with something new: light! He mewls in his usual displeasure at the brightness of the morning sun that filters into the nursery. Weedkit's little blue eyes squint in disdain. Everything is so colorful and blurry and bright around him. Ahead, he can vaguely see the browns and reds that belong to Butterflytuft, and in the same vicinity lie his siblings in bundles of white and blue. He blinks (as best as he can, at least), but the world never gets less blurry. Though he maintains his curiosity about what this all means, he still wordlessly mewls for one of their attentions. Someone must make this right!

// tagging @butterflytuft @Dandelionwish @FLUFFYKIT @Daisykit but you don't have to wait to reply :3

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  WEEDKIT — HE/HIM ･ 0 MOONS ･ SKYCLAN KIT ･ PENNED BY CARAT!

  longhaired black tomcat with low white spotting. born 11/9/23 and ages realistically 1 week every Thursday. Follow along with his growth here!

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[FLUFFYPAW]

Where Weedkit has been trying and failing to amble along on tiny, bent little limbs, Fluffykit is content to remain nestled against Butterflytuft. When her brother begins to mewl in bewilderment, tiny bluish slits squint open. The sunlight hurts, and she whimpers, confused, hiding her face in the thick fur that has suddenly taken on shape in front of her.

Where once was blissful, comfortable darkness is now a soft tangle of vibrancy she does not understand. She turns her face into color, a color so bright it nearly compares with the light filtering through the nursery. She can see Weedkit, just barely—he is a fuzzy dark shape, not so different from the blackness she has known before, not as bright as her mother’s belly. She stares in her littermates’ direction, things slowly beginning to form around her. Like Weedkit, her tiny pink mouth opens in a bewildered, “Mree?”

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[butterflytuft]

Butterflytuft is napping when Weedkit crawls away from her. They've been doing that a bit more - using their legs, trying to walk and falling back onto their bellies. Instinctively, her tail sweeps around in her half-asleep state as if to bar her wandering son from leaving the nest, but still offering him some room to roam. Fluffykit joins in his mewling and it's enough to draw her yellow eyes open, even just a bit. They shift to look at her babies, a contented purr rumbling softly in her throat, when she notices something...

"Dandelionwish! Come quick!" She calls, eyes now wide with excitement and head lifting. Between freshly parting eyelids, kitten-blue can be seen. "Their eyes are opening!" Her purrs grow louder as she leans in to nose them, beaming with the eagerness of any first-time mother at such a milestone. Her eyes rove over Weedkit and Fluffykit before settling on Daisykit, wondering if she will join her siblings in this moment. Maybe she will take a little longer to hit the eye-opening phase...but still, she stares hopefully, whiskers quivering with anticipation.​

 

[Daisydrop]

In the last week since she had been found Daisykit had grown accustomed to the scents of the camp around her, the new smells and textures of the nursery and those within it bringing whatever comfort it could bring such a young cat. At first it had been a lot of screaming, unused to having to share milk with what she would eventually call siblings but now the screaming was less... that was until she began to hear the sounds of Weedkit and Fluffykit, startled by the noises she turned from where she had been laying, head moving around before bright light and blurry shapes came within view and her own ring of meowing could be heard within the chorus of her brother and sister.

When Butterflytuft began to purr the kit wobbily jumped in whatever manner she was able to, startled by the noise that came with the comforting vibrations that she had grown used to, head swiveling to look towards the queen before letting out a shrill meow once more, wobbly legs beginning to carry her towards the other's paws, a mission to find where the noise was coming from.

* . ° • ★ | • ° ∵ DAISYKIT ∵ ° • | ☆ • ° . *​

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[Orangestar]

𝐵𝑈𝑇 𝑇𝑂 𝐴 𝑊𝑂𝑀𝐴𝑁, 𝐵𝑌 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐸𝑁𝐷 ✧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐋𝐋 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀

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  — orangeblossom | tags
  — she/her ; deputy of skyclan, mentoring eveningpaw.
  — scarred white-and-ginger she-cat with brown eyes.
  — "speech" ; thoughts
  — chibi by waluigipinball
  — penned by mercibun. @ me in any official tabbytales discord for plots.
  
  

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The plan had been simple: place the mouse beside Butterflytuft, the sparrow next to Howlfire, and creep back out before the queens woke up. Naptime in the nursery was a very serious event, and Orangeblossom remembers how strained she'd become when interrupted by noisy but well-meaning apprentices. With the state her leg is in today, she hasn't been able to hunt, but their patrols had brought back more than enough to go around. They'd need all the help they could get with leafbare on the horizon.

Though she's on the other side of the den when Butterflywish stirs, the deputy stiffens regardless, wondering if she'd woken the young queen; but the calico's eyes are immediately on Weedkit, herding him close to her side once more, but then a squeak of delight breaks the quiet and it's followed by a call for Dandelionwish to come quickly. What good timing- any earlier and he might not have been close at paw.

With a small grunt Orangeblossom moves aside, anticipating Dandelionwish would come barrelling through the nursery entrance any moment; but her eyes are soft as she looks upon the newborns. She remembers when her own kits had opened their eyes for the first time, so barely that she'd thought she'd imagined it at first, calling for Ashenclaw the same way that Butterflytuft calls for her mate now.

"Congratulations." She murmurs. There's not much else for her to say, but a quiet awe unfolds in her heart, honoured to have witnessed this moment.
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