the sky is coming down blue ✦ butterflytuft

[BEECHDAPPLE]

beechdapple has been here before, parting the tangles of brambles and ferns of skyclan's entrance after returning from a hunt but instead of a quail hanging from uneven jaws it's a squirrel and while making the trek across the clearing towards the nursery she is reminded momentairly of the last moments she shared with honeysplash just outside the den before her sudden disappearance causing an ache of sadness in her chest. one can only hope that the cream tabby is safe wherever they had gone.

the calico releases a silent muffled breath before pushing her head through the entrance, taking note of just how many kits occupy the cramped space before setting the squirrel down. those able to eat prey are quick to swarm around the rodent, their little paws pushing at one another in order to get the first bite. beechdapple chuckles softly, realizing she'll probably need to grab another piece of prey from the pile for the queens seeing as the kits are devouring this one.

mismatched gaze would flick up towards the small tortoiseshell queen, the concern she had earlier before rearing it's head around again. "hey kiddo, wanna come stretch your legs out for a bit while they eat? maybe we can play some catch-up while taking laps around camp." she suggests with a rasp, realizing that it's been a while since beechdapple had spoken with the queen one on one.

── ˚｡⋆୨ COME ALONG WITH ME ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ TO A CLIFF UNDER A TREE ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──

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  BEECHDAPPLEㅤ ✧ protective senior warrior of skyclan
  ☀ a lh calico w/ high white, heterochromia and an underbite.
  ☀ cisfemale, she/her | bisexual polyamorous
  ☀ 77 moons, ages every 6th | created 08.24.24
  ☀ margarita xx sailor | mentoring n/a
  ☀ actions, 'thoughts', "speech"
  ☀ penned by cobatic | toyhouse | pinterest |
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[butterflytuft]

Butterflytuft looks up from where she's been keeping an eye on the kits, a soft laugh escaping her as they descend upon the squirrel Beechdapple brought. The nursery feels especially crowded today, filled with boundless energy, and the little bodies scrambling for a bite are almost comically eager. There’s a hint of weariness in the queen's posture, the sort that comes from spending moons in close quarters with so many rambunctious kits.

When Beechdapple's offer cuts through the cheerful chaos, the tortoiseshell’s tired eyes brighten. She pushes herself up, feeling the stiffness from long days spent inside the den ebbing away at the invitation. "That sounds perfect," She mews with a hint of relief, a bashful smile on her maw. "I could definitely use the fresh air.”

She steps carefully over a few tiny tails and paws, making sure not to disturb the feasting group, and joins the senior warrior at the entrance. Butterflytuft's whiskers twitch with gratitude as she trills, "Thank you for bringing that squirrel. The kits will be satisfied for all of five minutes, I'm sure." Her eyes flicker with humor, but there's genuine appreciation there, too.

Once they're outside, the crisp air of the clearing hits her, and she takes a deep breath, feeling instantly more relaxed as the noise of the kits fades a little. She casts a glance at her companion and tilts her head as her paws start moving. "So, how have you been holding up?" She asks the question sincerely, well aware that there are many worries that come with the changing seasons. She herself has her own concerns with so many little ones to take care of as temperatures continue to drop.
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