pafp WONDERFUL NOTHING } Wrong nest.

[Honeykit]

〔✦〕Honeykit, like any other kitten, dreamed of being an apprentice and eventually a warrior - longing for the freedom a kit did not have, rather than excitement for future chores. After two and a half moons, there wasn't really much to explore around ThunderClan's camp - the tabby already knew it like the back of their paw. Boring, boring, boring! Midsummer days were now spent in the livelines of rough - housing fellow denmates, more often than not with actual ill - intent behind each blow, even if claws were kept sheathed; they couldn't risk having their ceremony delayed even for a day.

Tail dragging from tiredness after a long day of bickering with a particular she-kit and partaking in a small kitten battle competition, Honeykit's eyelids threatened to close at any moment. They stumbled into the nursery, a yawn echoing through the den without much care for their already asleep clanmates. Honeykit steps over a tail or two, maybe stepping on another kitten too - before unceremoniously lying down on the nest, snuggling up to their mother with an uncharacteriscally loud purr slipping from them before they're lulled to sleep by the snores of their denmates.

SAD HELLOS AND MAD HIGH LOWS ( now i know that nobody knows ) //

• ooc. too tired to notice, honeykit lies down on the wrong nest and sleeps curled up to nightbird and her kits!
  wait for @nightbird
  
• HONEYKIT —— kit of thunderclan , mentoring/mentored by name . parent x parent . littermate to character, character ✦ penned by nocthymia
  ✦ they/them / 2 moons & ages every 7ᵗʰ
  ✦ single / too young
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— combat details here / battle notes
  
  ✦ "speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
• reference image here
  

  a longhaired red tabby with low white, vitiligo and dichroic eyes.

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[nightbird]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ winding down had never been so laborious. she used to be able to slip into her nest, tuck right up next to raccoonstripe's pale underbelly and drift off to sleep until dawn. now, when moonlight swathed thunderclan's camp, she wedged uncomfortably in a nest that seemed to grow smaller every day. each limb sequestered by a kitten, starclan forbid she so much as twitch a whisker and wake the whole bunch.

it is why, when honeykit finds their way into the fray, nightbird hardly notices. each of her own recently asleep, the queen was moments from joining them, but silver eyes peeled open one last time for a final headcount. there, at her side mixed in with dark tabby stripes and a messy black pelt, golden fur nestled into her. nightbird's ears twitched. surely, honeykit's parents wouldn't appreciate such abandonment. even if they didn't care and would rather the kit remain in her nest instead, there wasn't room for another soul at her side.

although she dreaded the risk of waking everyone, the thought of how cramped her body would be in the morning surpassed that worry. slowly, she cranes her neck to poke honeykit with her nose until they stirred. "honeykit, this isn't your nest," she whispers calmly, gaze flicking over her own kittens in a wordless prayer. if they were to wake, she doubted getting them back to sleep would be an easy feat.

‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ┌── THE CROWS IN THE GARDEN ⋅⋆⋅ ARE LAUGHING AT MY EXPENSE ──┐‎

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  NIGHTBIRD ✩ she/her, lead warrior of thunderclan, 34 ☾'s
  ⭃ a small black smoke molly with a white paw and pale silver eyes. currently a queen residing in the nursery.
  ⭃ mate to raccoonstripe / / currently mentoring none.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[TWILIGHTKIT ⋆]

Twilightkit had been one of the first to rest in the nest beside her mother, yet one of the last to fall asleep. Her whiskers twitched with veiled amusement as the night bore on and Nightbird continuously soothed or rounded up her rowdy siblings. Finally, once it all came to a close, golden eyes shut and she fell asleep with ease. Even as another body joins their thrall of dark stripes and sharp tongues, Twilightkit does not budge so readily. It is only when her mother's voice cracks through her facade of sleep that the child wakes again.

A little silver head lifts, golden eyes narrowed akin to a snake's venomous nature. She rested her annoyance first on Nightbird - still a child, still throwing blame as far as she can - before slowly casting it down to Honeykit. An intruder. Her weight shifts to lean against the nearest sibling. A black capped paw lifts slowly, shakily, as she stares daggers through the warm hued pelt of the other. Before she can be stopped, she attempts to thud her paw against his spine several times over before holding her arm to her chest once more.​