pafp SURPRISE, SURPRISE [ warrior den visitor ]

[beetlepaw]

Quiet did smoke black paws fall against the beaten ground, creeping across the ravine. The sun wasn't too far off, but it was still dim, barely the early hours of morning. Someone was on a mission. Green eyes squinted into the darkness as his nose pushed into the warrior's den, across many sleeping flanks, some of which had already begun to stir for dawn patrols. Ears twitched and rotated as Beetlekit continued with his mission, trying his best to step between nests and find his target. Of course, Beetlekit wasn't tall enough, so he was wiggling through some pelts to his destination.

And when he found it, Beetlekit did climb onto the mass of black fur, stretching pawpads to find the best place to keep sleeping. Nose turned and wriggled into warm fur so similar to his own, and Beetlekit had found his next place to sleep. Hopefully, Roeflame wouldn't panic, and even more hopefully, would Burnstorm not freak out about his son pressed against his side. A tiny purr left that of the kit as he settled down, eyes sliding shut and his own tail moving to curl around his body as well.

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✧ I'LL HANDLE YOU JUST FINE

• please wait for @BURNSTORM !!
• — LH black smoke with green eyes. scruffy looking with a very solid build.
  — 3 moons old; ages the 16th every month
  — tba orient. ; currently not looking
  — child of BURNSTORM and ROEFLAME
  — thunderclan ; loyal to FAMILY
  — medium to befriend ; trusts family mostly, trusts little otherwise
  — "speech", thoughts, attacking
  — peaceful powerplay allowed

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[BURNSTORM]

In his dreams, Burnstorm is a member of the great clans of old, the ones that his mother would tell stories of to him and his siblings. Instead of black fur he is golden with a mane like the sun and at his side stands the most gorgeous lioness, her fur like honey. Bellow them, three cubs play, batting at each other with oversized paws as they tumble around in the clearing. It is a peaceful dream, the kind that he finds himself reluctant to wake up from when his nest shifts and fur presses against his side.

At first, his tired mind tricks itself into thinking that Roeflame had just come back to bed after making dirt, but as more and more he comes back into the waking world, that line of thinking makes less and less sense. Finally, one of his golden eyes pries itself open and he lets out a soft huff of amusement when he sees who it actually is. "You're a long way from the nursery" he says with a grunt, but he makes no move to escort the young kit back. Not yet at least.

( ☼ ) come and take it

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  BURNSTORM THUNDERCLAN LEAD WARRIOR ; HE / HIM ; BROTHER TO MORNINGPAW, MOONWHISPER, HOWLFIRE, FIREFLYPAW, SKYCLAW & DUSKBIRD ; MATE TO ROEFLAME ; FATHER TO DOVEKIT, BEETLEKIT, AND LITTLEKIT
  

  A large, sharp tongued, tom with long black fur and golden, oval shaped, eyes.

  ✦ Difficult in battle. A skilled fighter + fights honorably
  

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[Scorchedkit]

Scorchedkit had been right on Beeltlekit's heels from afar the moment she witnessed the burly kit slip from the nursery. On careful, quiet paws she followed him to an extent then paused when she watched him turn and enter the warrior's den. Her eyes grew slightly wide at the idea of him accidentally waking the horde of slumbering warriors. He could get in trouble if he made too much of a ruckus. Nervously she continued her pursuit, poking her head around the corner in time to witness the black tom strolling and pushing past different cats on his way to Burnstorm's nest. "Beetlekit!" She hissed a whisper, hoping to catch her denmate's attention. "Beetlekit wait...I-I don't think you're supposed to go in there!" She shouted in a whisper again, only to watch him clamber into his father's nest.

She couldn't see past all the bodies, but if she craned her neck just enough then it was at least easier to make out their faces. Burnstorm didn't look upset, that in itself was a good thing. However, she remained outside the den to avoid getting into trouble. Quietly she took a seat and tried to picture which nest belonged to her mother and as her imagination roamed she began to question where Flycatcher might have slept at one point. ​

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[ROEFLAME .]

-ˋˏ ༻ ☀ ༺ ˎˊ-

In her dreams, Roeflame is no longer a queen, she lives in her rose-tinted memories, or dips into the near future, with Roeflame returning to her lead warrior duties, taking her apprentice-aged children out to explore the forest. The scene is what unfolds behind fluttering eye-lids when her son sneaks away from their shared nest. The mind to do a headcount comes from nowhere, her subconscious noting the one less body of warmth tucked into her ribs. Her kits pelts have all fallen into silhouettes, passing by her as Roeflame’s sleeping consciousness counts to four. Four.
Celadon hues lift open, heavy as she blinks in the dark morning. A tail drifts over each of her sleeping kits with a content hum, which is quick to die on her tongue when air is the only thing in Beetlekit’s spot.
The terror that grips her is achingly familiar, she had felt it when Dovekit had slipped off to give Howlingstar gifts, when a hawk was diving for Littlekit with its talons outstretched. Carefully, the queen picks herself from her nest, her caution not to wake the other sleeping kits is quick to break into urgency once the queen was on her paws. The nursery’s mouth spits her out running, eyes panicked as they quickly pick through camp. Howlingstar’s den was not far, but if she were to yell, surely that would get her child found faster-
Something slipping into the warriors den catches mid-swiveling, and Roeflame has to do a double take.
The queen’s ears flatten with apprehension as she approaches, poking her head in with a quick prayer to the stars above-
Beetlekit! Scorchedkits whisper-hiss gives away what Roeflame had been hoping for. “Thank you Scorchedkit, your mama will be missing you before long.” Roeflame hums as she comes to where Scorchedkit tries to get Beetlekit’s attention, attempting to give the she-kit a quick bump to her ears with Roeflame’s nose. When her gaze lifts, a familiar ebony form has begun to stir, the shift revealing a bundle of a different hued pitch that didn’t quite belong. Roeflame crouches for a moment under the weight of her relief. If she would be able to catch her mate's eye, her only response would be with a small, blooming smile and a slight tilt of her head. A silent cue that this was Burnstorms lead to take.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── SHE BLOWS OUTTA NOWHERE ⋅✴⋅ ROMAN CANDLE OF THE WILD ──┐‎

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  ROEFLAME ✩ she/her, Lead Warrior of Thunderclan, twenty-two moons.
  ⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
  ⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Foxpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ☀ underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Fadingpaw]

[ ༻ ☼ ༺ ] Would seem that Fadingkit was not the only kit out late at night, but of course, unlike Beetlekit or Scorchedkit, her mother wouldn't notice if she or her siblings went missing. After all, that duty had fallen onto her paws, as the oldest it had become her duty to keep an eye on the others. Yet, her curiosity did get the best of her as she followed after the two other kits, yet Roeflame was already on the scene, and blue eyes gently flicked over towards the queen as she spoke to Scorchedkit and thanked her for finding Beetlekit who managed to worm his way into the warrior den.

"Oh-" she paused a bit, staring at the warrior den, ears perked forwards a bit before looking at Scorchedkit and Roeflame once more, looks like everything was a-okay here, but the thought did cross her mind. Would her siblings wonder where she snuck off to if she didn't return long from her tiny journey? She'd hope not. Watching the queen move towards her mate's side in an attempt to get the attention of her wayward kitten made a slight frown peer on the lips of the kit while her stubby tail wiggled slightly. "Wanna go back to the nursery with me?" she asked softly towards Scorchedkit, since... everything seemed to be fine now of course.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── So many angles , so many lines ──┐‎

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  "speak""Thoughts"
  
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  Fadingkit ☼ She/Her, Kit of Thunderclan, 4 moons.
  ⭃ Stocky short flame point tabby she-kit with blue eyes and stubby tail, one floppy ear
  ⭃ Crimsonsun x Shadedmoon
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[RACCOONSTRIPE]

Raccoonstripe is near the center of the warriors' den, cuddled into his mate's flank and inhaling the sweet smokiness of her fur. It's moments like these that he takes a moment to appreciate their kitless existence—rather than having to spend nights alone, like Burnstorm now, he can tangle his tail with Nightbird's and share her dreams. Not to mention—in theory—he wouldn't be wakened by tiny, high-pitched voices and prodding paws.

The tabby opens one dark eye, seeing a little smoke-colored blob sharing Burnstorm's nest. He yawns, revealing his teeth to their root, and mutters, "Why have we got so many visitors tonight?" He casts a wry glance to the den's entrance, where Roeflame hovers with Scorchedkit and Fadingkit.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

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• Raccoon . Raccoonstripe, he/him w/ masculine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 37 moons old, ages realistically on the 5th.
  — mentored by n/a ; mentoring Thistlepaw ; previously mentored Wildheart, Moonwhisper
  — thunderclan lead warrior. gray wolf x howlingstar, gen 2.
  — currently mated to Nightbird.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh black tabby with white and dark brown eyes. charismatic, charming, calculating, ambitious, shallow, manipulative.
  
  

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[beetlepaw]

His mission? A success. All the copy-cats who followed him to the warrior's den? A failure. His head turned, laying flat against his father's side as he mumbled something, but already he had begun to drift. It didn't smell like milk in here- it smelled of moss, of feathers and charms, of flowers tucked into some cat's furs. Beetlekit's mind buzzed gently with the thought of how he didn't mind, and-

Beetlekit!

Squinted emeralds twisted to look and stare towards Scorchedkit's figure, barely discernable by the sunlight that was beginning to peek through. And while he was tempted to spit something back, he knew a couple of things. One, his father knew he was here. Two, he didn't want to wake up the other warriors with very important patrols soon by whisper-shouting back. Three, his mother was here. Fadingkit was there too- maybe she'd convince Scorchedkit to go back to the nursery.

Speaking of important warriors- there goes Raccoonstripe speaking, and he huffs quietly. Beetlekit did try to worm in closer to his father's fur, eyes sliding shut. "Not m' fault they all followed." He mumbled out again, this time at least with discernable words.

—————---***I DON'T START FIGHTS BUT***————---​

✧ I'LL HANDLE YOU JUST FINE

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• — LH black smoke with green eyes. scruffy looking with a very solid build.
  — 4 moons old; ages the 16th every month
  — tba orient. ; currently not looking
  — child of BURNSTORM and ROEFLAME
  — thunderclan ; loyal to FAMILY
  — medium to befriend ; trusts family mostly, trusts little otherwise
  — "speech", thoughts, attacking
  — peaceful powerplay allowed

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