camp sunshine eyes ;; curiosity.

[Fireflyglow]

WE'VE BEEN DOIN' ALL THIS LATE NIGHT TALKIN' ✧​

Blessed with a nosy personality and an even more curious personality, it was only time before Fireflykit would find himself enamored by something in camp. With night time came easiness on his eyes, allowing him to finally open them. His back is turned to the light of the moon, hiding his sensitive eyes from its shining glory. It's pretty, he's been told of this- the moon was a glorious sight, and yet he finds no interest in it.

Tonight, his interest is stolen by a pretty, shining rock in camp. It looks weird, glowing green beneath the light of the moon. It's smooth, his paw rolling over it gently. He pulls it closer to him, admiring how large it was compared to himself. And just like that, Fireflykit begins to push at it with his shoulder, trying to shove it back to the nursery. If it was something pretty, he would show Daisyflight and everyone else his find.

Little did he know, this had been here for a reason. A cat, one of their lead warriors, had placed it here a while back.

"Look at what I found! Isn't it so cool? It's so greeeeeen."​

 

[DAWNGLARE]

'Cool,' and 'Green' are two things that should never be in the same sentence. It's enough to make hime fume, immediately swinging his head around to find the source of such a blasphemous comment. Small voice, a child, taught poorly by their parents of course. Easily, the list of suspects was narrowed down– daisyflight's children it had to be, misguided souls, cursed to be born to a witch of a mother. She should consider herself lucky that he wasn't opposed to... assisting with their education.

Teeth bared in a scowl, he stomps towards the source, a hulking beast crawling across camp in search of its prey. That is– until he sees firefly. The crease of a frown is wiped away in an instant, narrowed eyes widen into blank nothingness.

That's...right. They– the children would be in camp now.

Dawnglare bites his lips. His brows scrunch together as he searches for what to say. Should he shatter their feeble mind? Worse yet, commit sacrilege in agreeing with him? Dawnglare's mouth opens and closes, fish out of water. Blue eyes stare dully at the stone at the child's paws. Left by the witch– the other one– no doubt. Would Blaise frown upon him for disagreeing? Or would it be worse to allow a hex to be set upon his kit?

Dawnglare grits his teeth, words are punched out in a strange inflection. "It is veryyyyy..." speak, something, anything. "Niiiiice." Full-body shudder, a lie never before spoken by his lips. What has become of him? Soft in the paws of Blaise and his kin. "But, you know, green is the deadliest color..." he trails off, resists the urge to swipe it away, to pray away its sins, to hiss fatal warnings to the kit, tellings of what would happen if he stays too close. No, he's... reserved, polite, the child may... make their own assertions... Though depending on their choice, he may have to notify Blaise of an early passing...​

 

[MORNINGPAW ☆]

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮​

As usual, Morningkit pads close behind one of her more outgoing siblings, falling into imitation when Fireflykit feels comfortable leaving the nursery at night and pawing at objects he finds in camp. There's a stone, small and smooth and green like tree leaves, and Fireflykit is drawn to it immediately.

"Wow! Never seen a rock like that." She lowers herself to the ground, face close to the stone. "Did it come from a tree?"

There's a shuffle of paws behind her, and she tenses, throwing a frightened glance over one pale shoulder. A tall sepia cat stands over them, teeth clenched but expression curiously devoid of emotion.

She knows this is Dawnglare, because she's been told so by her father. He's their medicine cat. He's like Berryheart, but for SkyClan. Blazestar told her she was named after him. It doesn't ease her anxiety as he stares at her brother, though.

"It is? But all the leaves are green!" She protests, concern heavy in her words. What would happen to them all if being green is enough to be deadly? She crouches before Dawnglare, lower jaw quivering. "I don't want green to hurt anyone..."

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[GREENEYES]

"You know, green is the deadliest color..."

He hears the sentence without context, but it confuses him nonetheless. Green? The deadliest? He didn't think he was deadly - doesn't think he'd killed anything other than prey. Even that, he still struggled with, still had yet to properly learn how to do.

Greenpaw looks around for the source of the statement, and... Should he be surprised, that it's Dawnglare spewing such nonsense? He isn't, but his words still bother the ginger tom. Especially because he's telling Blazestar's kits such a lie - lies that might scare off his new friends. Mean.

"Well... Well, I'm green," he protests as he pads over, "And I'm not hurting anyone." He takes a look at what Morningkit and Fireflykit were looking at - a green rock. Deersong's, probably. He isn't sure about Deersong's rocks, and the powers they're meant to hold, and whether that all could hurt someone, but... it was a rock. How much harm could it possibly do?
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[DAWNGLARE]

Morningkit— oh, Morningkit is here, looking flighty as a bird as she sees him. Was he really so scary? So monstrous? So devilish? Such is the misfortune that befalls him, painted a villain when all he sought was to educate. Put on a face of cheer, a smiling face. Mallowlark did it well, didn't he? Always brought light to his own mind in the form of a sharp grin and bright laugh. Yes, he will try— lips part in a too-wide grin, the mimicry of a genuine smile; though, perhaps too similar to his friend's, sharp teeth and unsettling gaze. He's helping, he's helping! Will need all the help he can get for dearest little ... Greenpaw. Greeeeenpaw... Greenpaw, Greenpaw, Greenpaw, GreenpawGreenpawGreenpaw. It— oh, it doesn't even sound like a word anymore! Greeeenpaw... he's overcome with a sudden fit of giggles, hysterical sound bubbling from his throat. Greenpaw, ohhh how niiiiiice. "HAHA—! I... beg to differ..." he pears at the apprentice strangely, hulking form wearing an odd-set grin. Green- paw, such a wonder he's even made it so far with such a name! Wasn't he so nice? So cool?

He let's his eyes crinkle at the edges. Inviting. Soft? Demure... wasn't he? Wasn't he just the ideal face of friendliness? The ideal.... the ideal... "Oh, dear no... You— you're not in any danger!" he says to Morningkit, and his face— his speech, so much different for the littler ones. Peculiar, how that is... "Look— the leaves... all turning lovely shades of red, you're safe in the cool seasons... And I wouldn't dare subject you to such evils a-any other time ♪" the comment comes with a strange look at Greenpaw. Oh yes, acknowledge and realize your place. Safety for the little ones, safety for all... Wasn't he such a— such a star of a figure? A shining ray of light? Protective force over all (who deserve ittttt) (deserve it.)​

 

[magpie!]

AMÉLIE

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Amé had been observing the scene from afar since Fireflykit first pointed out the green shiny-thing. Her paws were already itching to snatch it away when nobody was looking and drag it back to her nest in the furthest corner of the nursery, where a collection of mostly-stolen trinkets was beginning to grow hidden underneath her bedding. When Dawnglare approached him though, and then Morningkit jumped into the conversation, a familiar sense of shyness overcame her, and she watched owlishly, waiting for a moment to sneak in unnoticed.

She thought that moment finally came when Dawnglare began on the changing of the leaves. He was... Weird. He had been there when Amélie had first been found by the SkyClan cats, talking to the ground and comforting the grass like the very paragon of superstitious insanity, and she had personally found it hilarious.

So, when Amélie stalked over to the group, mostly interested in the glowing stone and in whatever weirdness Dawnglare was preaching instead of the other two kits, she was slightly more comfortable approaching than she had been in the previous days. ​

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SMALL AND CUTE ♡ SKYCLAN KIT ♡ TAGS​

 

[Fireflyglow]

WE'VE BEEN DOIN' ALL THIS LATE NIGHT TALKIN' ✧​

Fireflykit watches as Dawnglare walks over, and he's instantly intimidated- was Morningkit really named after this tom? He makes a grimace as Dawnglare attempts to awkwardly communicate back, this one who spoke in riddles made no sense to the tom. His sister speaks up for him before he can, and he listens as fear and nervousness edges her voice. Despite being the oldest of his siblings, he was the most easily influenced.
Dawnglare states something about green being a deadly color, and his blood freezes- he looks down at the greying-green grass, and terror grips him.

And from there, he went from curious to hysterics.

"I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die! My paws are gonna melt off, they're gonna come right off!" Fireflykit shrieks out with a sob, lifting a paw off of the ground as babysobs poured down tan and black cheeks and wails left him. Sure to wake up the Clan, sure to-

And then his savior comes, in the form of green eyes and a goofy appearance- his sobs turn into hiccups, then sniffles, as Greenpaw reassures them that green isn't dangerous because he wasn't dangerous. He sniffs, wiping at a snotty nose as he nods hesitantly. "Y-Yeah.. You're not.. Dangerous or nothin'.." He softly speaks out, slumped over the green rock. Was it good luck, then? Did it mean good?

Dawnglare tries to soothe the situation over, smooth his view- Fireflykit's attention is directed to the darkening leaves above their head, and he sniffs again. He makes no sense after he reassures them, and Firefly becomes confused, maybe a little scared. "What are you talkin' about? You hit your head on a rock, or somethin'?" He asks through hiccups, frowning at the tom.​

 

[GREENEYES]

He's gonna die, Fireflykit screams. He's gonna die.

"N-No you're not!" the apprentice quickly says, as panic rises in him, as Dawnglare tries to imply that, Greenpaw is indeed deadly. "It... It's just a rock, it's not gonna hurt you! Blazestar.... Blazestar and Little Wolf have been walking on green for ages right? They aren't dead!"

The grass wouldn't kill them. The rock wouldn't kill them. Greenpaw wouldn't kill them. He hopes.

Fireflykit sees that. Starts to, at least.

"Y-Yeah! I'm not dangerous!" Greenpaw quickly says, though uncertainty begins to settle within him. What did Dawnglare know that he didn't? Nothing. He knew nothing. "Dawnglare's just... Dawnglare just mouse-brained."
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