pafp put on a happy face // bringing prey

✧ Honeybadger.

✧ Honeybadger.

07/25/23-01/30/24
WindClan 10K
Jul 22, 2023
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♢​♢ THIS IS HOW LEGENDS ARE MADE ♢♢​
honeybadger & 10 moons & trans. male & he/him & windclan moor runner ​
It might not be an actual rule to bring kits and eders food first - but honeybadger has always had a soft spot for nice cats, and for nice mothers. Brightshines a good cat, and not just because she's a windclanner. When he sees her and her brood of kits, he can't help but remember how tiny and fragile beepaw had looked - and what it must be like to have such kind parents watching over you. With a bounce in his step, the boy strides over to the nursery, a scrawny rabbit in his jaws - not his best catch ever, but one he'd fought hard for. Between leafbare and the rogues showing up, food is hard enough to find - but really, he doesn't mind going hungry if it means feeding someone who needs it more. And she's certainly got a lot of mouths to feed! "Hiya miss brightshine! It's a nice day out, isn't it? Thought you could maybe use some breakfast, just caught it myself" he chirps out cheerfully, a beaming grin on his face and grey eyes full of warmth. "Your kits are getting really big too, they'll be warriors before we even know it!" he adds, the first thing that really comes to mind - looking a bit awkward and his face red as he speaks, but it's clear that he means well.

— like iron from the fire gettin' stronger ☀︎
  • Actions && "Speech," && ' Thoughts/Quotes '

    ooc: please wait for @BRIGHTSHINE!
    tw/cw: —
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    — a strange looking feline with nearly every shade of red upon his coat, and a badger-like mask of white upon his face. honeybadger is usually quite friendly and outgoing, an upbeat sort of personality; but when faced with those outside of windclan his demeanor is brutal and scathing.

    — physically medium && mentally medium
    — non-violent powerplay allowed && healing powerplay allowed && minor injury powerplay not allowed
    — please attack using [b][color=#fed053]action here[/color][/b] and tag account

 
// SORRY FOR THE DELAY

Brightshine lounges outside the nursery, watching her kittens play with a smile on her face. The approach of another swiftly grabs her attention as green eyes find the young warrior. She immediately takes notice of the rabbit in his jaws - it may be scrawny, but it's still bigger than most other prey that could be caught. She licks her muzzle hungrily, eyes shining. "Hiya, Honeybadger!" She chirps in greeting, ears pricked and tail flicking in a friendly manner. "Gosh, this looks great! What a catch!" The calico praises with a loud purr, eyeing the meal with gluttonous desire. "Thank you so much. The kits will love it." She looks back up to him with a smile.

When he comments on how big they're getting she rolls her eyes lightheartedly, a jolly laugh flowing easily from her. "I know, right? Soon enough they'll be training. I wonder if they'll be made tunnelers or moor runners." She and Heavy Snow are both moor runners, but her kits are quite tiny - she wouldn't be surprised if they would be selected for the prestigious job of tunneling. The thought worries her, knowing her father had been killed by a cave-in, but she remains optimistic. They could still be made moor runners, so she shouldn't worry yet!

"Kits! Look what Honeybadger caught you for breakfast!" She calls to her brood, beckoning them over with a flick of her tail.

// calling for @PINK-KIT @HEATHKIT @downykit @FINCHKIT​
 

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SOOTSTAR​
Lingering nearby, Sootstar is casually observing the clan as patrols formulate and begin to leave camp. Her stomach rumbles, but she resigns to curl her tail and hope the hunting parties will bring back a few catches.

Meanwhile, Brightshine and her litter arre fed by Honeybadger. The rabbit is scrawny, but the scarce meat on it’s body is all her mouth needs to begin to salivate. She stands on her paws and prepares to leave before the first bite is taken, if she smells hare blood right now she’s not sure she’d be able to resist not going in for a bite.

Slowly she begins to trot off, only stopping for a moment to politely dip into the conversation. ”WindClan could always use more tunnelers. I hope some of them stay small for the sake of it.” She meows, either daft or not aware of Brightshine’s anxieties with the tunnels. It was an honor to tunnel, if she could’ve made all her kits tunnelers she would’ve.
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☾ INFO BATTLE
  • » Soot ․ Sootstar
    » WindClan Leader
    » She/her ․ Mate to Weaselclaw
    » Tiny blue smoke she-cat with green eyes.
    » "Speech" ․ thoughts ․ attack
  • » A high-stamina foe who can be difficult to hit.
    » Excels in quick, short moves.
    » Fights to kill and maim
    » Fatal attack of choice is an underbelly dive.
    » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing
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Cottonpaw too watches as patrols leave, tail twitching as the lingering want to leave with them tickles her chest. She misses tunneling patrols - though she would admit that it's nice to not have to groom herself as often, prowling through the undergrown caverns is something that she was damn near raised to do. Her chest hurts when she hears her mother speak with Honeybadger and Brightshine, wondering if Sootstar truly is glad her daughter is training to be a medicine cat, or forlorn that one of her destined brood has failed so badly that StarClan had to intervene.

She tries to gather herself, pulling herself away from the departing cats to join the others, dipping her head to her mother politely before speaking, "I'm willing to bet that... Hmmm..." she looks over the tussling kittens, "Pink-kit and Heathkit, maybe. Though Downykit is small, too..." She hums, the brief thought flitting through her mind of if all of the kittens would be tunnelers.​
 
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There's always new fun to be had, even in the same old games - that's what Finchkit believes, at least, tail wiggling eagerly as she assesses the state of her littermates. It's far from the first time they've played together like this, and she hopes it's far from the last, too, even if it's a pretty simple game. Blind to the rest of the world, her eyes are only for her siblings, as though daring one of them to make a move. Whether she sees anything or not, tiny muscles bunch up and send her leaping through the air, aiming mostly at Pink-kit, though if she happens to fly astray and land atop Heathkit or Downykit, or even nobody at all, there's nothing much to be done about it now that she's already leapt before she looked. It's there on the ground, with the world turned upside down, that she hears Brightshine's call, for the first time paying attention to the few cats that have wandered over.

Scrambling to her paws, the game is quickly abandoned with a, "race ya!" aimed at anybody who might listen to it. Tottering kitten paws grow stronger every day, and by now there's a modicum of control to her wild racing - only just, though, as her legs still seem to tangle with one another, not yet accustomed to their growing length. That's one thing she's noticed - where her legs only get longer and longer, it seems like Heathkit and Downykit and Pink-kit stay smaller, shorter, in a way that's entirely puzzling to Finchkit. Why aren't they getting any bigger, too? By this point, it was more than noticeable, at least to her; she'd given them plenty of time to catch up, and yet none of them did. Maybe she was just destined to be the biggest and the strongest and the coolest of them all - all titles she'd take with pleasure, though it might make fitting into the tunnels kind of hard, from what she's heard.

"I'm gonna do both!" Finchkit declares, hardly tuning into the conversation long enough to understand what it's about before chiming in. There's so many things to explore, after all - how could she not desire a life split in two, shared between the earth and the sun? Distantly, she wonders why nobody's done both before, but really that only makes the prospect of being the first to find out all the cool things about both moor runners and tunnelers all the more exciting. Enough about that, though; right now, there's breakfast to be had, rabbit to be feasted upon! Practically bouncing in place, Finchkit is ready to descend upon the catch, devouring it one fell swoop, and she's really only had a nibble before she remembers her manners, glancing in Honeybadger's direction. "Thank you! Oh - could you show me how to catch stuff like this, too? I wanna be the best hunter ever!"​
i want to spin something out of nothing - (☀︎) - lead to gold, spring from winter
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    - Finch Finchkit
    - She/her (AFAB)
    - 3 moons
    - Loner Kit of WindClan
    - Hearty & scruffy chocolate lynx point with splashes of white and bright blue eyes
    - Art by Jay & base by googaoo respectively! <33
    - Minor powerplay allowed!
    - Penned by Hijinks​
 
☾ A low, resonate purr emanated from the depths of Harbingermoon's chest. Evidently audible to any cat nearby. His neck rounded with content, and his burnt eyes half-lidded as he observed the kits playfully tussling about. The enticing scent of prey had initially caught the tunneler's interest, but upon arrival, he was dissuaded, choosing to maintain a safe distance and watch.

The small, energetic kits failed to impress him, but he saw potential in them as future underlings. His short ears twitched as he discreetly listened, pinpointing the right moment to make an appropriate entrance. Sootstar's arrival was the kicker and drove the tom to act.

Pushing himself back onto all fours, he approached the gathered cats, feigning kind interest that softened his typically sharp features. Standing next to the gray she-cat he gave the other cats a nod of greeting. With a click of his tongue, he responded in a low, harmonious tone. "Well, well. Seems like I might have a future apprentice among these rascals." He spoke without singling out any particular cat, but for amusement, he directed his intense gaze at Finchkit.

Noting their eagerness to hunt, even though their squeaks were grating to him, and the roughhousing felt like a waste of time. Still, he yearned for a favorable position within the clan, so he continued the facade of polite curiosity.

Bending low and stretching out his broad paws, the snowy and black-furred feline continued as he sat back up. "Honeybadger here could teach you a thing or two, but you'll have to wait until you're old enough to venture outside." To emphasize his point, he glanced toward the nursery and the kits' mother, flashing a cheeky grin to the entire group. ☽​
 
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♢​♢ THIS IS HOW LEGENDS ARE MADE ♢♢​
honeybadger & 10 moons & trans. male & he/him & windclan moor runner ​
His cheerful greetings are merrily returned, and he can hardly stop the purr that rises in his chest - not that he would of course. Windclan has never felt more like home to him than it does in that moment, and grey eyes glitter warmly for a second. "yu-p, if only I were smaller I'd have loved to be one too," he agrees easily at the leaders words - no, instead he'd been to brawny and bulky, though stout, and he'd instead stayed a moor runner. He wouldn't give it up for anything in the world, not now, but he'd had dreams as a kit once. To follow in their great leaders pawsteps at the very least would be such an honor.

He hums absently at cottonpaws bets, narrowing his eyes as he clicks his tongue - "Hm... dunno' about that, I bet if finchkit were to stop growing, hm, riiiight now, she'd make a good tunneler too - you never know,"" some cats were just like that - he'd hardly grown a smidge since his own apprentice days, instead packing on muscle as he trained and grew in strength. Said she-cat continues to ramble on, and he nods in all seriousness. "Wow - doing both would be a lot of work for a little kit, you better keep getting stronger then," he doesn't think that's allowed, but it's just child's play, so humoring her must be fine - right?

Harringermoons words startle him - white masked face breaking into another pleased smile as he all but preens at the praise. Really, it's a wonderful feeling to have one's talents praised, to be noticed - first luckypaw, and now harbringermoon? Certainly, he must be heading on a path to great things at this rate.

— like iron from the fire gettin&#039; stronger ☀︎
  • Actions && "Speech," && ' Thoughts/Quotes '

    ooc: —
    tw/cw: —
  • [bimg]url here[/bimg]
    — a strange looking feline with nearly every shade of red upon his coat, and a badger-like mask of white upon his face. honeybadger is usually quite friendly and outgoing, an upbeat sort of personality; but when faced with those outside of windclan his demeanor is brutal and scathing.

    — physically medium && mentally medium
    — non-violent powerplay allowed && healing powerplay allowed && minor injury powerplay not allowed
    — please attack using [b][color=#fed053]action here[/color][/b] and tag account

 
Pink-kit is very bravely battling Finchkit for her honor when they're all called. Absolutely not fair that Finchkit gets to jump on her, and then run off before Pink-kit can even retaliate! Race ya! she cries. " Not fair! " Squeaking indignantly, Pink-kit barrels after her sister; her other siblings probably not far behind. But she kinda was, cause like... it it just her, or are Finchkit's legs kind of sooo unfairly long? Probably because SHE intends on hogging all of the prey! Pink-kit needs to eat the most rabbit so her legs can catch up! " Move Finchkit, you're gonna take it all! " she yells, aiming to pounce on her sister as soon as she draws close.

Pink-kit tunes into the conversation kinda late, and she's peering curiously up at Cottonpaw when she hears her name. " Me and Heathkit what? " Some weird cat says something about mentoring one of them. Shoving a paw in Finchkit's face, Pink-kit sticks out her tongue. " No way! " she protests for no reason at all. Tunneler... Tunneling! Pink-kit gasps. " No way! Me neither! And not Heathkit, nooo way! " She digs into the meal right away, not wanting to be small and stuck with all these weirdos!


OOC 🎀 IT'S 4:27 IN THE AFTERNOON, 20 MISSED TEXTS FROM YOU
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  • NOTE: SHE IS A FEVER COAT BABY!
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  • ( I MISS YOU, IT'S MAGIC! ) PINK-KIT KIT OF WINDCLAN. DAUGHTER TO BRIGHTSHINE & HEAVY SNOW. SISTER TO HEATHKIT, DOWNYKIT, & FINCHKIT.
    —— SHE / HER; UNOPPOSED TO THE USE OF OTHERS
    —— CURRENTLY 2 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 16TH

    A tiny, longhaired calico she - kit with yellow eyes, ringed blue around her pupils (sectoral heterochromia). While you can clearly see her flame markings on her face, the rest of her body is currently covered by a grey fever - coating. Though the whites of her are still very much visible. Pink-kit bounces around WindClan without a care in the world! Her emotions are big, and she makes little effort to regulate them, resulting in both her usually cheerful disposition, as well as making her prone to sudden bouts of extreme anger or sadness. Rarely seen without a smile!
    HEAVY IC OPINIONS! Pink-kit is a very irrational and childish character!​
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Sootstar's arrival is unexpected. Brightshine finds herself tensing up, but she tries her best to keep that easy smile on her face and hide away any sense of nervousness. "Yep, heh! Would be an honor for any of them!" She trills, the twitching of her tail-tip the only sign she feels a bit apprehensive. Cottonpaw joins in, and though she is their terrifying leader's daughter, she manages to relax the calico somewhat. She makes guesses as to which of her kits will be tunnelers; she hates that three of the four are mentioned. Still, she cocks her head cheerily, grinning all the while. "I bet you're right! They're quite little, like you!" She prods playfully at the medicine cat apprentice's chest with a light purr.

Finchkit and Pink-kit are the first to scamper up for breakfast and both immediately dig into their meal. The queen watches happily, giggling when Finchkit talks about doing both jobs and asks Honeybadger to show her some moves. Before Brightshine can respond, Harbingermoon is upon them. Gosh, his presence alone can make the fur along her spine stand up. Him? Mentor one of her kits? She gulps, still grinning. Instead, she turns her attention back to her children, piping up, "You won't have to worry about that for a little while! Not till you're apprentices," She assures quickly, finally taking a bite herself.​
 
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