camp VIOLENT DELIGHTS HAVE VIOLENT ENDS \ bee stings

[BERRYHEART]

Honey-gathering had been a perfected pastime of Berryheart's for many moons; though in colder months the swarms retired, and thus he had fallen slightly out of practice. He had decided that morning that he would go and remedy the erosion of this practice- therefore, most of the morning the flame-flecked tom had not been seen in camp. When his mind was set on something, it was entirely and obsessively set.

His plan was in motion- without aid to accompany him, he would have to forgo any running and attempt to distract the bees himself. It was not something he had not done before... though he was entirely aware of the risks. A meagre price to pay for something so wonderful...

Midday arrived, and that was when Berryheart returned to camp, his prize in his jaws and a sheen of pride in his posture. His face, however- it was already wonky-looking in general, but was now adorned with a fair smattering of stings, swollen in bumps along the fragile surface of his face-flesh. He could not ignore the irritation of it, the several burns... like flies fidgeting beneath his skin. Yet... the sweetness of his retrieval, and thinking of how masterfully he had managed it, soothed him slightly as he strode.​

PENNED BY PIN ☾​

 

[Cloudyfur]

Cloudypaw was sat just outside the apprentice den having a meal when the medicine cat returned to camp. The motion at the entrance drew her attention, but only for a moment. Once she recognized that it was just Berryheart, her attention went back to the mouse between her paws.

A moment passed.

Then she did a double take.

Her eyes went wide as she realized she had seen it right, his face was covered in small bumps. He looked terrible. Without thinking she got to her paws and approached him, concern writ across her face.

"Um. Are you. Alright?" She asked uncertainly. Berryheart certainly looked like he was unwell, but he of all cats should know if he wasn't. He was supposed to be the medicine cat after all. And yet in spite of the sorry state he appeared to be in, he looked almost pleased with himself. It made her feel almost silly for asking if he was okay.​

 

[DUSKBIRD]

Cloudypaw was so kind with her question. It was gently spoken, tactful. Maybe uncertain, sure, but it wasn't bad at all! In fact, it would be probably best to just leave things as they were. Surely Berryheart would answer that with a reasonable explanation and then they could all go on their merry ways without making a big scene out of this. Duskkit, however, does not quite see the world in this way. With Cloudypaw's question drawing her attention to her uncle's face, which was quite different from how it normally was, all thoughts of tactfulness or patience fly right out her tufted ears. "What happened to your face?" she asks, sounding entirely flabbergasted with a small sprinkling of alarmed.

She bounds a little closer.

"Did you get attacked? Did you eat something poisonous? What do you have?" None of these questions come with space to answer before the next one is barreling past, but as she bounces along Berryheart's path, her very demeanor demands a response. If he was hurt, they should most certainly do something about it! And if he'd been attacked, well, maybe she could finally get out of camp and go fight. (Yeah right.... Howlingstar is so boring like that. She loves her grandma, though.)

˗ˏˋ〚  OOC NOTES INFORMATION 〛´ˎ˗

• ooc: —
• ──── duskkit. kitten of thunderclan. she - her - hers.
  ──── blazestar x little wolf, older littermate of skykit.
  ──── does not know of her father / skyclan heritage.
  
  ──── an undefined kitten with long, dark brown fur that fades just slightly near the chest, throat, and ears, while the tip of her tail burns with the bright orange tabby flame. eyes are a deep, rich amber-brown, seeming red.
• "speech"

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[SHEILA]

"Oh no! Do you need help? Can we help? What's that? It smells sweet." Skykit trots along on her uncle's other side, summoned by her sister's questions, eyes wide and horrified as she watches Berryheart's face for any sign of the weird little bumps becoming less bumpy. She's just as intrigued by the prize clutched between her uncle's jaws and the sweet smell coming from it - she's caught a whiff of it in his den occasionally, but has no idea what it actually is.

— info

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  skykit. tags.
  — she/her, thunderclan kitten.
  — under little wolf's care.
  — attack in #54ACD2. entirely unexperienced.
  — penned by mercibun; @ me in any official tabbytales discord for plots. :]
  — lines by ridraw :]
  

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[LITTLE WOLF]

Never far behind her kits, Little Wolf pads after them, reveling in the new-leaf warmth. She arms herself with a light hearted greeting that dies on the tip of her tongue when her bright green eyes land on her brothers face. A frown crosses her features and her brows knit together in worry. "Oh Berryheart what happened to you?" she frets anxiously "You do know how to treat yourself right?" she continues, coming closer to inspect some of the stings. "some of these look really nasty… if you need help please let someone know you don’t have to do everything alone" she worries for all her family members, sometimes a little too much but she can’t help it. She does not want to loose a single one of them, not again. Not anytime soon.
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[BERRYHEART]

Admittedly, he had not been expecting such flocking concern. He had not figured how the stings might look- only that they itched beneath his skin. The notion that they might disturb others upon a glance had not occurred to him- peculiar. Perhaps the pride from pulling off something he had not managed in a long time had curiously clouded his foresight. The concern was met with thankful glances as he carefully planned the words that were to leave his maw unmuffled. "I'm fine," he murmured lightly to Tumbles, a smile pushing through the crawling irritation of the stings.

Bounding at his side, Kindles and Dapples, both spouting a thousand questions- and he was eager to answer each one as deftly and efficiently as he possibly could. Did he get attacked, did he eat something poisonous, what did he have, did he need help, could they help, what did he have... "No. No. Honey. No. No. Honey." There was a fondness in his tone despite the shortness of his words- not even the tiniest bristle of annoyance made itself known upon Berryheart's pelt, simply because there was no source for it.

His sister, still, was fretting. Surely they did not look so terrible that there should be quite so stormy a frown upon her face? He did not know for certain how to treat himself, but... "I have plenty of plants- one of them is bound to work." His crooked jaw twisted in what was intended as a smile, a quiet confidence in the curve of his shambolic fangs. ​

PENNED BY PIN ☾​