private TO THE COASTLINE ˚⊹♡ BUDKIT

[ODDGLEAM]

Living in the nursery had opened up a different view of handling kittens compared to when he would help kitsit for an hour or two. Being a queen was unfortunately hard to handle, being drowsy all the time and wincing when a kit paw kicked at his round stomach. His children are restless. But, the upside is that he doesn't have to get his poor delicate paws dirty.

A corner of his lip twitched upwards at the thought. He takes pride in his appearance and how he presents himself. The role of a queen was foreign to Oddgleam; he is still learning and trying to process the process of having kittens. The pale - patched calico had good teachers, for the most part, helping him with their arrival. Butterflytuft was pleasant to be around. Doeblaze, his mate's mother was a nice change of pace for him whenever he wanted to complain. The scarred molly offered him reassurance whenever he was... twitchy.

Now, he was curled in his nest with half - lidded eyes watching kits play with a stray mossball they had found. He licked his lips as he finished a mouse one of the warriors brought him, the pile of mouse bones laid in front of his paws. The tom rolled a bone underpaw with a hum and curl of a smile on his lips. Keeping this. His tail flicked when he felt a paw bat at it, he turned his head over to see little Budkit "That's my tail Budkit." He lifts his tail slightly from the kitten's grasp, with a soft smile. He glances over at the other kits in the nursery, tumbling and squeaking in excitement over a mossball. He hums, tucking a paw under him before speaking once more. "What... happened with playing with the others?" He raised a brow at the young pointed molly.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 ♡ 𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑳 𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑫𝑶𝑺𝑬 𝑶𝑵 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬

• ooc. @budkit !!

• temp oddgleam reference

  

• ( LIKE HONEY IN WARM MILK ) ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ ODDGLEAM. ╱ skyclan queen.
  ⸝⸝ non-binary ; HE / THEY ; 18 MOONS OLD & AGES EVERY 7TH.
  ♡ bi-pan / polyamorous / mated to crowsight & owlheart
  ♡ pretty, long-legged medium furred sliver-cream calico with copper eyes.
  ♡ battle notes — thoughts ; "Speech, e7d3e7" ; attacks only
  ♡ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ♡ smells like caramel frappe & chilled stone
  — all opinions are ic
  
  — biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone

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[budkit]

Budkit can only recall life in the nursery (a blessing to have no recollection of puddled ichor and cooling pointed pelt splayed deep in twolegplace) but she finds she adores the life she is living. The mittened kit is safe and loved. Her mother keeps her as clean as she can, entertained with stories and tall tales, utterly devoted to the seal point kitten alone.

It’s a life of comfort.

Budkit tumbles and plays with the others for a few moments, giggling and batting at the mossball. At one point her eye catches the resting figure of Oddgleam. He had seemed nervous to join the nursery at first, but fortunately Budkit was an incredible welcoming party and shooed all that nervousness away! She wonders how he is feeling now?

Such thoughts spurn her paws into abandoning the mossball game and drifting his way. The calico is focused on the rolling of a bone (it is a nice bone, so clicky clacky as it rolls on the ground) so the seal point politely bats at his tail. A playful smile tugs at her maw as the tail responds, Budkit nearly forgetting her mission before Oddgleam’s voice caresses her ebony ears. Oceanic eyes lift and she tucks her paw close to her body once more. “Budkit didn’t wanna scare you, so Budk- I-,” she remembered her mother’s gentle teaching, “tapped your tail! Now you see me!” She beams at the pride in her own forethought.

As for her proximity to the queen rather than playing with the others, Budkit’s wide smile softens. “You are awone, Budki-I- thought you would want company… dere are lots of kits to play mossball but only one Oddgweam to come talk to.”​

[ penned by kerms ]​