camp So I cry, and I pray, and I beg | Bug hunting

[Beetlekit!]

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ Beetlekit often collected dead things to add to her nest to ward off any predators. She slept on an assortment of bones, lizards, and bugs every day, and if the permaqueen hadn't been so diligent, her fur would have been a matted mess with bits of insect.

She hated whenever her hawk-like guardian would flew in to replace her nest with a barren one made of grass and moss. She wanted to cry at the sight of it, but her chirps of disapproval feel on deaf ears. It was dreadfully lonely sleeping without her dead friends.

The dark-colored kit got to sun bleaching any new bones and collecting old ones waiting for the sun to go down. Beetlekit loved the night for many reasons, but her main reason was the plethora of bugs buzzing of all shapes and colors dancing in the moonlight.

Her favorites were the moths, the envy of all other bugs, so huge and pretty. The whole world stops at the sight of swirling brown wings floating on the breeze. The moth skillfully swooped out of the way of Beetlekit's pursuit, regardless of how high she leaped. "C-come down, p-please…" Beetlekit pleaded quietly at the moth. “I n-need you to… be a p-part of my nest.”

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  Beetlekit — She/Her ･ 4 moons ･ Windclan kit･ PENNED BY @Ghostunes

  ☀︎ A timid mostly black she-cat with chocolate striped spots on her chest face and foot.​

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[SEDGEPOUNCE]

Sedgepounce never put any bugs into his own nest growing up, but he was a master at sneaking them into other cats' nests instead. His siblings were his most frequent victims—Hawkswoop and Stormcloud would shout at him whenever they found worms or spiders writhing in their beds, and Sedge would shriek in laughter at a prank well-done. Beetlenose, though, was more likely to scare him with stories from the tunnels and their unique brand of creepy crawlies, so her nest mostly went untouched.

As Sedgepounce finds Beetlekit chasing after the fluttering moth, trapped in his own waxing and waning cycle of occasional sleeplessness, he assumes that this is what she means.

"Beetlekit," Sedgepounce greets, eyes twinkling mischievously. He has respect for the prankster's hustle, but as his attention sweeps across camp and finds no trace of a supervising queen, it falls on Sedgepounce to be the buzzkill. "Isn't it a little past your bedtime?" he wonders. Hoping that she'll get the hint and go scampering back to the nursery without further prompting.
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[erminekit]

"RAAAAHHHH MOTHS!!!" Is how Erminekit announces himself, pelting towards where Beetlekit was trying to gather moths with the speed of a rabbit. His leap up to catch one is... less than graceful, and he lands weird coming down, tripping, and effectively eating dirt. "Oof-!' He cries, face scrunched up, and slowly gets back up to his paws.

It's only then does he register Sedgepounce. Oh..... oops. Embarrassing himself in front of Beetlekit is one thing, but in front of a warrior?? A whole other thing entirely. "Oh... um... hi, Sedgepounce..." Erminekit swipes his paw across the ground as he talks, perhaps a little more self conscious than normal. He may act like a fool all the time, but it was rare that he made such a fatal blunder in front of a warrior...

all you wanted // i could be

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  (img) Erminekit * he/him * 4 moons
  short furred blue sepia with low white and pale yellow eyes
  Peaceful & healing powerplay allowed || underline for attack
  penned by Neptune. || Neptune on disc, dm me for plots

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[BILBERRYPAW]

The bugs of camp were delightful little things, as eclectic as the cats who called this basin home. Bilberrypaw has always held a fascination towards them—their varied bodies, the fragility of their small existences. He would readily admit to loving them, just as he readily admits to loving most things, but the love that Bilberrypaw feels towards them is far different than the love Beetlekit feels. Never has Bilberrypaw tried to catch them, never has he hoarded their tiny bodies in his nest.

The moth flutters upwards and while Bilberrypaw frowns at its departure, he feels the moth is wise for it.

"If you hold still enough it wouldn't fly away," His eyes are still skyward as he explains—perhaps, now that Beetlekit has seemingly exhausted herself, it will come back?

"And they hide in the gorse sometimes when the sun's still up." Easier to look at and—with a thoughtful look towards Beetlekit—easier to catch. He wouldn't love a moth the way Beetlekit does, but that doesn't make her own method incorrect, "Maybe you'll find that same one tomorrow." ​

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