camp WHERE'S THE PARTY? ⛧ cheering up queens

[Vulturepaw]

˖⁺‧₊ ☽◯☾ ₊‧⁺˖ 　"Okay, we have - um." Vulturekit breathes in, shakily. Sweeps their gaze across what the small group has prepared - a routine, grounding motion, and one that they have been doing repeatedly. "It's a very important t-t-task," he reminds the other two. He knows how worried the queens have been, feels the gnawing guilt of contributing to it. Even with as little authority as he holds - and he hopes the other two won't challenge it - he needs to make sure all of this goes right. It is with a thick swallow and a nod that he begins to trot towards the nursery. "Uh. C'mon," he calls. He glances back at the other two and feels quite awkward in his self-appointed role as leader.

They do not hesitate in delegating tasks. Amber eyes flick to the piece of prey that the other kit carries. "Honeysucklekit, um, g-give that tuh... to one of the queens and - d'you know any stories? I'm not, uh... very g-g-good at telling them..." Is Honeysucklekit? "Or you can help with - Quietpaw, you've g-got the flowers?" Attention shifts quickly, the two statements flowing together. A quick check confirms that yes, the oldest did bring their decorations - and hopefully he knows how to use him.

Which leaves him to... "Oh - ! I... I almost forgot..." The kit dashes outside of the nursery quickly, returning after only a few moment. In his mouth he drags a sizeable rabbit, big enough for several cats to share. It's as big as his body, and he pulls it awkwardly before letting go of its scruff not far from the entrace.

A call: "Hey everyone -" his voice cracks, unused to volume, and quickly quiets once attention has been gathered. "We - uh, we buh-b-brought food - and flowers. Need to - to liven up the place. Sunstar's orders." His head bobs in affirmation of his own words, feeling quite pleased with the mission.

‎‎┌── FOR I HATE THE BUILDINGS ⛧ AND THE WAY THEY TOWER OVER ME ──┐‎

• tagging @Quietcrow (takes place before his warrior ceremony) & @honeysucklekit but no need to wait!
  

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  "SPEECH"
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  VULTUREKIT ⛧ he / they, kit of windclan, five moons.
  ⭃ a spiky-furred dark tabby with amber eyes.
  ⭃ skittish and dour, with little time for typical kit games.
  ⭃ micheal x npc, adopted by periwinklebreeze. sibling to dustkit and bilberrykit.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[Quietcrow]

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ Quietpaw felt like a walking flower bush; he'd spent an embarrassing amount of time scouting them for the small party Vulturekit was planning. The ones he couldn't carry in his mouth were scattered throughout his pelt, but there should be enough to brighten up everyone's fur, even though the queens were their main concern.

Aside from that, all he needed to do was keep the two kits out of trouble and cheer up his clanmates. One he felt completely confident doing; his gaze hasn't left the two kits since his return; and the other? He'll just have to leave that to Starclan; he's already worried enough as it is.

With a gentle, proud smile on his face, Quietpaw muttered to the two kits, "Good job." It was a short walk to the nursery, but hauling prey around wasn't an easy feat. He ought to have taken it for them, as the rabbit on its own was twice their size. But Vulturekit had been determined to do it by themselves and he didn't have the heart to step in. Quietpaw took a deep breath to relax himself as the feisty brown kit drew everyone's attention. Their wording sure was interesting, but at least they were being honest. “ Feel free to come over here,, if you want,, there’s enough for everyone”

As others were gathering, Quietpaw unloaded the variety of flowers he had picked, arranging them into piles. He did his best to gather some leaves for those who preferred them to bright flowers. "Hm...," After a fleeting glance at the others just to make sure he wasn't too out of practice, Quietpaw carefully weaves a few cheery yellow blooms into his coat.​

 

[honeysucklepaw]

Honeysucklekit was not immune to understanding the importance of this delegation- they were to be ambassadors of queenly cheer! It was a task that Sunstar himself had appointed, at her sharp demand of course (maybe she really did have a knack for leadership herself, she thought smugly, imaging the scene in a far different way than its reality had been, with Sunstar groveling at her feet with a mumbled suggestion on what work she might put her powerful paws towards). Vulturekit, however, is the one who seeks to take the lead and though she doesn't know them particularly well beyond their reputation for being kit-napped (and their insistence Brokenkit's name was a curse or something), the black she-kit was content to let the shy kitten stretch their wings, as was true to their name.

She is not quite the tiny, fluffy thing she had been moons ago, standing long-legged and star-reaching as her sixth moon rapidly roared down the tunnels towards her. What gift of food she'd brought hung proudly in her mouth, with enough chest-puffing to believe she'd caught it herself. At the squeaky order to feed one of the queens, she gives an affirmative nod, shifting the lark in her mouth for a better grip (and to keep its feathers from dragging).

Stomping over to Rattleheart, she deposits the bird at his feet with a narrowing of ivy-green eyes. "Gotta eat- I won't take no for an answer!" Her head bobs again, agreeing with herself and her rigid lay of the law. Quietpaw's praise rings in her ears as if it had been shouted rather than the meek murmur it had been- followed by the distraction of flowers fluttering to the ground in invitation for decoration.

Her gaze flicks to Rattleheart one last time, jerking her nose at them as a firm reminder to eat before scampering back towards the neatly formed piles, "Did you bring me a honeysuckle?! Quietpaw which one's a honeysuckle," her tail curls in question, blinking as her eyes dart from petal to petal, desperate to know which of the buds she'd been named for.

mother tell me 𓇢𓆸 will you stay?

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  'the letters of law, written in crayola'
• HONEYSUCKLEKIT
  - child of wind-swept moors
  - she/her
  - daughter to mintshade and gracklestep
  
  - a solid pitch she-cat with fern-green eyes

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[RATTLEHEART]

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — Anxious was a descriptor that had always rung rather true for Rattleheart, even long before he had joined Windclan. It was a feeling that had lessened somewhat as he had grown, but had never properly made itself a stranger - especially not these days. Each new moon it seemed as though two things rang true at once. Windclan would always have trouble of some kind looming over them, and his children were growing bigger. Their apprenticeship was approaching rapidly and would be here before he even knew it, and that only doubled - no, tripled - the worry that often made a home of his short, lithe body. Because if trouble was always trying to reach Windclan, it wouldn't be long until it reached his kits as well.

It very nearly had, during Duskclan's recent invasion.

His heart was a frantic hammering jackrabbit in his chest even as he just laid in his nest in the nursery, meticulously grooming down the pelt of his nearest kit. It wasn't until their squirming protest that he realized how long he had been doing it for, nearly stripping fur from their head. He was quick to yank his head back and mutter an apology, just in time for Vulturekit and his ensemble to arrive. "Oh? Sunstar's orders, huh? The three of you must be very important." His gaze finally glittered with mirth as he looked towards Quietpaw, the dip of his head a silent thanks to the apprentice for helping Vulturekit and Honeysucklekit with their task. As much as the lead was sure they'd both like to take full credit, it was a good thing that they had a guiding paw.

Though Honeysucklekit certainly seemed like she didn't need one, her passionate stomping prompting a faint purring chuckle from the queen. "I see. Well I can't very well argue with orders, now can I?" It seemed an impossibility for Honeysucklekit to not end up a self-assured warrior one day, a thought that made the grin on Rattleheart's muzzle grow. He stretched out his neck just enough to touch his nose to her head, before pulling back to focus on her offering. Hunger had just begun to gnaw at him, and it didn't take much prompting for him to sink his teeth into the bird. "Thank you, Honeysucklekit." For now, he just peered towards the organized flowers as he ate, figuring he would give the kits and other queens a chance to peruse them first.

THE RIGHTEOUS HAND OF GOD 𓆩♡𓆪 THE DEVIL THAT YOU FORGOT

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  ❥ longhaired black and white tom with pale green eyes
  ❥ 53 moons old; ages the 1st every month
  ❥ afab; uses he/she/they pronouns
  ❥ homosexual homoromantic; mated to venomstrike
  ❥ sibling to scorchstreak, lizardbounce, and rabbitclaw
  ❥ mother to thistlekit, breezekit, splinterkit, crunchykit, and vinekit
  ❥ somewhat difficult to befriend; wary but kind
  ❥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ❥ all opinions are ic

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