- Jan 15, 2023
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༄༄ The day has been long and hot, and no one in WindClan can blame their deputy for being absent for much of the daytime. Even tucked away in the tunnels, much cooler than the moorland above, Scorchstreak still finds herself lagging and growing tired more quickly than she normally would. The weather has been unpleasant, and it drives the deputy to finish her daily duties faster and faster, determined not to linger long in the crushing heat. She pads along on her trek back to camp—alone, silent as she walks—until a dark paw catches on something not quite sharp, but certainly spiny. It digs into the space between her paw pads, and Scorchstreak pauses to lift her paw up and inspect what lies beneath it.
In the darkness, the calico can hardly make out what the cause of the poke is. Golden eyes squint, and for a moment it comes into clearer view: a small set of vertebrae, delicate enough to snap between the teeth of a warrior, lie discarded upon the tunnel’s floor. More bones, she thinks at first—but then she thinks better of it. Such minuscule bones would hardly last a day out in the moorland weather. No, this would be better kept in her own sleeping spot, or… as a gift. She recalls how pleased her sister’s kits had appeared when they had seen the rabbit skull, and an idea comes to mind. She picks up the bone, and makes her swift return to camp.
The deputy passes through the heather tunnel, and it is only a short walk to the nursery before she spots the kit she’s searching for. "Oh, hello Splinterkit. Just the kit I was looking for." She greets the boy with a gentle tone, glad to see her nephew even if her expression does not display great fondness. She does not smile, but fiery eyes spark bright as she regards the pointed tomkit. "I brought this for you," she states, sliding her treasure closer to the kit with a careful paw. "It looks to be a mouse’s spine. I found it while in the tunnels. I thought you might like these bones, as well." Even such small bones could be a solid start for any kit’s collection. She can only hope that Splinterkit likes the spine, and that the queens in the nursery don’t object to its presence.
In the darkness, the calico can hardly make out what the cause of the poke is. Golden eyes squint, and for a moment it comes into clearer view: a small set of vertebrae, delicate enough to snap between the teeth of a warrior, lie discarded upon the tunnel’s floor. More bones, she thinks at first—but then she thinks better of it. Such minuscule bones would hardly last a day out in the moorland weather. No, this would be better kept in her own sleeping spot, or… as a gift. She recalls how pleased her sister’s kits had appeared when they had seen the rabbit skull, and an idea comes to mind. She picks up the bone, and makes her swift return to camp.
The deputy passes through the heather tunnel, and it is only a short walk to the nursery before she spots the kit she’s searching for. "Oh, hello Splinterkit. Just the kit I was looking for." She greets the boy with a gentle tone, glad to see her nephew even if her expression does not display great fondness. She does not smile, but fiery eyes spark bright as she regards the pointed tomkit. "I brought this for you," she states, sliding her treasure closer to the kit with a careful paw. "It looks to be a mouse’s spine. I found it while in the tunnels. I thought you might like these bones, as well." Even such small bones could be a solid start for any kit’s collection. She can only hope that Splinterkit likes the spine, and that the queens in the nursery don’t object to its presence.
- ooc: @SPLINTERKIT.
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SCORCHSTREAK ❯❯ she/they, deputy (tunneler) of windclan
༄ small, slim flame-streaked calico with fiery golden eyes. cold and closed-off, ferociously protective of her clanmates. rarely seen aboveground.
༄ mate tobluepool; sibling to rattleheart & rabbitclaw
༄ mentor to none ; previously mentored pinkshine
༄ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
༄ penned by foxlore
