camp What we were ⚜ Short post thread + moving dens

Jan 17, 2024
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She supposed she could deny it no longer. Rolling her shoulders, the woman greeted the cold morning breeze with a frown unbecoming of her lovely features. Once she's had her fill of glaring at the universe, she takes a delicate breath of air and adjusts her features accordingly. While it wasn't the easiest to walk with her usual grace while carrying (hopefully not) a handful of added pounds, she did her best to at the very least walk confidently.

"Good morning my dear" she purrs spider's silk into the fog of her breath as she carefully lays down beside one of the perma-queens, "I hope you don't mind a bit of company for a few moons" a joke; a promise to herself that this was only temporary.

  • GENERAL:
    Duckshimmer
    DFAB— She/Her — Bisexual
    33 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
    Mother to Singepaw, Swallowpaw and Sneezepaw
    Shadowclan — Warrior



    COMBAT:
    Physically medium | mentally hard
    Attack in bold #ffa98f
    injuries: None currently
 
TELL YOU YOU'RE THE GREATEST
BUT ONCE YOU TURN, THEY HATE US

Ternstar 25 Moons Female She/Her Leader of Shadowclan
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—— Despite the rank change, the molly still visits - both to see her kits, oft handed over nto the care of Moltface, and simply to check on the youth. The kits are Shadowclans lifeblood - and all of them, even the ones with parents she rather dislikes, deserve a far better upbringing then her own. No, she'll keep a close eye on the nursery and it's inhabitants.

However, when she ducks beneath the entrance, there is another face - and she doesn't think Duckshimmer is just here for a visit. Eyes flick across the tortie point, and then - " Congratulations, "

actions & " speech, " & 'thoughts/quotes'


E V E R Y B O D Y - W A N T S - T O - B E - M Y - E N E M Y

 

He likes to believe he isn't fond of kits, that he wouldn't like to be a father some day. More and more often, he finds himself dealing with ShadowClan's youth — their squabbling, their whining, their odd... tendencies. And with how many are turning up, his days of peace are long gone. If he was just as annoying as them, maybe he doesn't fault his mother for putting her litter under the watch of others after all.

Trailing behind Ternstar, Screechstorm doesn't visit the nursery for any other purpose than to deliver prey to the den's inhabitants. Every time he steps foot in the den, it only grows more cramped, and today is no different. A new nest is made, and Duckshimmer lays among the queens.

Stars above, how many more mouths to feed does ShadowClan need? He already spends most of his day hunting as is; is he supposed to do without sleep next? Dark ears twitch as the marsh leader breaks the silence, and with a sharp exhale, the warrior follows.

" Yes, " he says through gritted teeth and a forced grin, " Congratulations. You must be so... happy. " Queens usually are, aren't they?

[ SCREECHSTORM ]


Named after his birth-given warning cry, Screechstorm appears in shadowed tones — save for splotches of orange that litter his left side. His mismatched green gaze almost always carries a mischievous glint, a crooked grin in tandem. Scars wrack his sides, a harsh reminder of his near-reckless nature.
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He / Him ⋅ Single
Warrior of ShadowClan
Forestshade x ???
Brother to Briarthorn, Sweetpaw †
Mentoring no one ⋅ Mentored by Chilledstar
Penned by Abri ⋅ Message _abri_ on discord for plots!

 
Duckshimmer's face is welcome enough around the Nursery. She was certainly no newcomer. It feels like reclaiming a rightful space, as she settles beside Moltface. " And to you, " his voice carries a similar lilt, friendly in a familiar way, not overly sweet. In a friendly gesture, the bottlebrush of their tail would flick against Duckshimmer's leg. " Not at all, " he assures her, a soft smile at his maw.

The den shudders with Ternstar's appearance, Screechstorm not far behind. Quite the little follower, this one... Moltface finds their gaze trailing to him as Ternstar speaks. Some crease in his face sets his smile apart from the genuine sort, she thinks... Who's to say, though? She is just a queen, after all. Moltface tips his head, eyes half-lidded. " There's nothing she must be. Nothing but a mother, I suppose... "
 
Sneezeduck trails after Duckshimmer, as if he were still her little kit - her little duckling - following her pawsteps. Round eyes watch from the entrance of the nursery as she readily accepts her place in the den. She's done it all before - and she's in good paws, but.. Sneezeduck can't help the prickles of anxiety nipping at his stomach.

He thinks of the cold seeping into kitten down. The scraps of prey they'd learn to eat, cold and frostbitten. The growing tensions along the borders. Any hint of excitement at the prospect of little siblings (perhaps he will finally become a mentor in six moons' time) is easily washed over by fear and worry. The timing could truly not be worse.

But Duckshimmer is his mother - and her kits are his kin. Fear would only strengthen his desire to protect them, all of them. As cats offer their congratulations in passing, Sneezeduck gives a weary smile to the new queen. "If you need anything, just.. you know, ask.." He'd only be a den away - and he'd do anything for his new kin.

  • ooc: text
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    ✶ sneezeduck. warrior of shadowclan. ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ་༘࿐⋆。𖦹°⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
    ㅤamab cis male, he/him | undiscovered sexuality, single.
    ㅤ15 moons old | ages every 2nd. created 2/5/2024
    ㅤa young warrior, inexperienced in most things. | mentored by sharpshadow
    ㅤLH chocolate tabby (carrying cinnamon, dilute)
    ㅤunknown xx duckshimmer | brother to singeglare and swallowflutter
    ㅤclose with marblepaw
    ㅤwritten by ixora, ic opinions | tags