camp WILD RABBIT'S MARCH ˚⊹♡ PROMPT

[ODDGLEAM]

With the shifting cold, warriors and apprentices poking their heads into the nursery to feed the resident queens. His long tail gives a flick, as he slides his half - lidded gaze over his nest. Brows knit together at his once comfortable nest he shares with his kits. The usually soft and inviting bedding is now brittle and completely... uncomfortable in his eyes.

The feathered calico lifts a paw to prod at the nest, but it crumbles beneath his pawpad. He watches as his kits are completely asleep (though not for long), he wrinkles his muzzle up at his now stiff nest. He needs to gather supplies to remake it as soft as possible for his kits and him. Eventually, time passed and both warriors and apprentices periodically drop off supplies for him.

Moss, feathers, and other assorted foliage are set at pale paws. Time to get to work. He drags his paws over the brittle parts of his nest, carefully clawing the stiff bedding away. "Hmm, good enough. I think..." He mumbles from around some moss he cradles from between his teeth.

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

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  EARLY FROST PROMPT: ❄ With the change in weather, the moss bedding is becoming brittle and spiky. How does your character feel about it?

• temp oddgleam reference

  

• ( HONEY IN WARM MILK ) ˖⁺‧₊ ♡ ₊‧⁺˖ ODDGLEAM. ╱ skyclan queen.
  ⸝⸝ NON-BINARY ; HE / THEY ; 19 MOONS OLD & AGES EVERY 7TH.
  ♡ mated to crowsight & owlheart — mentoring none.
  ♡ an elegant, long-legged medium furred sliver-cream calico with copper eyes.
  ♡ thoughts ; "Speech, e7d3e7" ; attacks only
  ♡ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ♡ smells like caramel frappe & chilled stone
  — all opinions are ic
  

  currently residing in the nursery. 𐂯 parent to one litter of kits.

  
  — biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone

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[CROWSIGHT]

"What's good enough, my love?" A black hulking tom with white spots approaches his mate, hazel eyes gazing adoringly towards the calico and the small bundles of fur beside his belly. It was still surreal that he was now a father and had a family with two cats he loved more than anything. Perhaps, he should be helping Oddgleam in fixing their nest, however his attention is preoccupied by the kits squirming. Brightkit, up to trouble again? Oh, what a troublemaker you are. A soft chuff leaves his maw as he watches the kit in squirm and lightly kick Pearlkit. And Pearlkit? His son's face scrunches in discomfort, but no cries escape his little maw.

Shaking his head, he wraps his tail around his mates. In a hushed whisper he declares, "Brightkit kicked Pearlkit." The lack of cries ensures Oddgleam that every thing is fine. "How have you been? Do you need anything, my love?" As much as he'd love to stay and share a nest with his mates while they tended to the kits, the clan was in a bit of a pickle. Both he and Owlheart were needed by the clan in order to bring as much prey they could back to camp or find materials such as feathers to keep others warm, namely those in the nursery. Which meant he didn't have much time with Oddgleam alone. The time they spared was with tending to their kits alongside Owlheart, and by the stars he had missed just cuddling with his words without having to stop Brightkit from getting into all sorts of messes.​

 

[DAFFODILPAW]

With so many residents in the nursery as the weather seemingly grows chillier each day, Fawnwhisker had made sure to emphasize searching for nesting material far more than ever, something that Daffodilpaw wouldn't necessarily complain about. To find stuff like moss, you just needed a careful eye, as opposed to the finesse required for hunting that still seemed to elude him no matter how much practice he put in. Not every search was a success, what with the sudden frost curling its way into the hidden patches, but he liked to think this was one task that he was usually pretty good at.

Luckily, today had proven a boon, and when Daffodilpaw had padded back into camp, moss clutched tightly between his jaws, he had made a beeline straight to the nursery, sure that the queens would appreciate a little extra insulation. Carefully, he slips past the entrance, watching his paws for stray kits, though in the process he almost misses the pair hovering about their occupied nest, focused as he is on not knocking into any little bodies. "Oh, are you fixing up your nest? I brought some more moss, if you need it," Daffodilpaw offers, gently placing the bundle at his paws. "Or...if you've got it covered - " a glance is sent towards the pile of materials Oddgleam seems to have already gathered "- uh, I'm sure somebody else here could use some, yeah?"

Belatedly, Daffodilpaw seems to remember that, while laying claim to the nest as well, Crowsight is not as permanent of a denizen of the nursery as Oddgleam is at the moment, which means he's probably here to spend time with his mate - time that the apprentice is probably cutting into, the longer he lingers. "Well, you guys probably have this handled - I can take some of the old stuff on my way out, if you're done with it." Surely the frostbitten strands wouldn't have much use, unless any of the kits took to crunching the stuff. Maybe Daffodilpaw would leave a few bits with them, actually; surely the old moss would be better put to use in shreds than the new, good, moss, right? ​

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• REF PENDING, TEEHEE <3
  
• DAFFODILKIT / DAFFODILPAW —. He/him, apprentice of SkyClan
  — .Chyrsaliswing x Honeysplash, littermate to Weaselpaw & Adderpaw
  — . 8 moons old, ages on the 6th
  — .An average, well-muscled orange-and-white dipped cream tom with mismatched eyes.
  — .People-pleaser with a desire to do good - dedicated, but still fun-loving
  — .Peaceful & healing powerplay permitted - brushing up against him, shoulder bumps, etc.
  — .Penned by Hijinks - feel free to DM me on Discord to plot! ^^
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[DUSKPOOL]

the dog that weeps after it kills is no better than the dog that doesn't. my guilt will not purify me.​

Duskpool had been checkin’ in on Pineberry since his grandkids became apprentices, figurin’ he owned the queen a great deal of gratitude for takin’ care of ‘em when a molten copper flickered to Daffodilpaw lookin’ more awkward by the minute. He chuffed in muddled amusement, shakin’ the frost from his wooly fur before pressing a head inside the nursery, offerin’ Pineberry a dip of his helm in greetings.

“How about ya help me with the elders, eh, kiddo?” He responded easily, tossin’ an idle glace in the apprentice’s direction with a raised brow. “Just came by to check how things were doin’ before headin’ over there myself.” He rumbled steadily, offerin’ a dip of his head toward Oddgleam and Crowsight.​

my bones are smoldering ✦ and my knuckles are bloody

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  release me from my promise to you. don't make me do this anymore. don't make me go on without you
  
  — unknown
• duskpool he/him
  ♡ a massive scarred obsidian-smoked ghost makeral tabby maine coon / norwegian forest mix w/ molten copper eyes and low-white
  ♡ warrior of skyclan
  ♡ sixty moons; ages on the 1st of every month
  ♡ speech thought attack
  ♡ peaceful + healing powerplay permitted
  
  
  penned by blueblossomtea​

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