pafp your shadows that kept you 𓇢𓆸 ambush

[honeysucklepaw]

"You've got this Honeysucklekit," she whispers to herself, crouched low to the ground next to a section of spry foliage. She'd been waiting since the patrols left, biding her time for them to return... It was taking ages and a few times, she was ashamed to admit, she'd nodded off as the passage of time had grown boring. But now... she swears with perked ears that she hears the approach of distant paws, that it must at last mean the return of her target.

She is careful, oh so careful, to try to stick her dark fur into the shadows that the sun casts, her rump raised far too high in the air to be an effective 'sneak-er' as she liked to call it.

Legs that far exceed her height storm past in a parade of skilled bodies, those that stink of the earth, the dirt- soil. She wonders if there will be times soon enough that she'll come home stinking like the soil too... or if she will be blessed with long legs to run wild in the fields with. It is a pondering that is tantalizing... and distracting. She misses when Bluefrost walks past completely and by the time emerald eyes remember to find their focus, she has created some distance between them. Oh no, this was going to be a much harder ambush with a moving target that far off.

Creeping through the clearing with a belly barely grazing the ground, her steps are anything but mastered in the art of stealth, made worse by the dusty dragging of her tail. Far too early she is willing to give up her commitment to hiding, charging several tails-lengths to try and leap up to grab at her cousin's tail with very little success.

"Augh... I thought I had it... How'd you know I was there? I've been practicing, Bluefrost! I wanted to show you how good I am at sneaking and I can jump sooo high now! Did you see me?" Her tail curls eagerly, eyes gleaming with a thirst for her attention and approval. "Did your patrol go good? What else do you gotta do today?"

@BLUEFROST

mother tell me 𓇢𓆸 will you stay?

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  'hear me, idol! accept my offering with kind eyes and gentle words...'
• 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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[BLUEFROST]

She is pawsore and thirsty, her throat caked with dust. Bluefrost yearns to rinse her mouth of the earth in the nearest puddle, so that she may refill it with the soil running in rivulets down her pelt. She hardly notices the little black-furred scrap who hides from the procession of returning patrollers—would not have paid her any mind at all, in fact, if tiny claws did not attempt to bat at a loftily-held tail. Bluefrost's sharp mintleaf gaze finds Honeysucklekit's, and for a moment, she's irritated enough to snap.

Composure, Bluefrost. Whatever else she is, this kit is your kin. She struggles for that composure, gropes for it like it's an object lost in the dark. "Honeysucklekit." The little she-kit is bored, that much is apparent; Bluefrost supposes she can't blame her for that. With only a littermate and a gaggle of much older kits, Honeysucklekit is often left to her own devices... no doubt Mintshade encourages such a thing, she thinks dourly. "I... I did see. You jumped very high." In truth, she'd been so preoccupied with her own thoughts that she hadn't even seen her cousin's paws leave the ground.

She wants to brush past Honeysucklekit, but propriety keeps her still. "Did your patrol go good? What else do you gotta do today?" Bluefrost checks the sun, still high in the sky and descending. "My patrol went well. We shored up a tunnel on the verge of collapsing." Her tone is bland, as though she's giving Scorchstreak a report. "I must hunt for the Clan today as well, so I will not be here for long. Was there anything else you needed, Honeysucklekit?"

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: —
• 
• Bluekit . Bluepaw . Bluefrost, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 16 moons old, ages realistically on the 14th.
  — mentored by Sootstar ; mentoring Brackenpaw ; previously mentored n/a.
  — windclan warrior. sootstar x weaselclaw, gen 2.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh blue and white she-cat with emerald eyes. aloof, dignified, poised, haughty, composed, distant.
  
  

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[SCORCHSTAR]

༄༄ Scorchstreak is meant to be resting, relaxing—taking advantage of her time off-duty. She is surely not meant to be hovering about camp, awaiting the return of each of her tunneling clanmates. But since Mouseflight’s predicament, the deputy cannot help but to worry about each and every cat who is sent out into the tunnels. She has never had a fear of the underground, but so soon after an incident she feels more on edge than ever. Still, she does not allow her concern to show on her face as she watches Bluefrost return alongside the rest of her patrol. The calico moves to greet the patrol—but she is stopped by a sudden sharp movement, something that causes Bluefrost to look down at a shadowy figure.

The situation becomes clear as the blue she-cat’s voice carries throughout camp. Honeysucklekit, Mintshade and Gracklestep’s little troublemaking kit, seems to have attempted to grab at the warrior’s tail, and found no success. She fires off a series of questions at Bluefrost, and Scorchstreak strides over as the warrior begins to explain her activities to the kit. "I trust you had no trouble?" She first directs a question to the tunneler—duty first, kit entertainment second. But Honeysucklekit is not forgotten, and so the calico turns to address her with a quirk of a scarred brow. "I’m afraid I missed your jumping. Would you care to demonstrate it again?"

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ she’s a growing bed of thorns

• ooc: —
• 
  SCORCHSTREAK ❯❯ she/they, deputy (tunneler) of windclan
  ༄ small, slim flame-streaked calico with fiery golden eyes. stoic and shrewd, but clearly cares deeply for her clan.
  ༄ mate to bluepool ; sibling to rattleheart & rabbitclaw
  ༄ mentor to pinkpaw
  ༄ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ༄ penned by foxlore

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[honeysucklepaw]

There is certainly no gentle fondness in her tone the way the lady of night and stars had preened at her. Perhaps that is because Bluefrost doesn't find her very interesting, a thought that quite easily dismays her to consider, but she is working tirelessly to change that opinion. She has a destiny passed to her in astral-woven twine and so she would make it obvious to her kin that she would carry that proverbial torch proudly.

Her tail curls with unrestrained delight to hear the complimentary observation that her jump was in fact, quite high. A shining, lip-splitting grin crawls upon her face in a mimicry of her mother's more devious smile, unwavering in the face of a report of success.

"I knew you'd do a good job," she insists, rocking back onto her heels with a scrunch of her nose as if they are sharing some great secret. Bluefrost's success is as guaranteed as the sun's constant rise and fall.

A vision of a flame, shadow and light presses nearer still, addressing her cousin first before sun-drop eyes find her next. She straightens under the gaze of her deputy, lips quirking into what she assumes to be a serious frown of determination. "Mhmm!" There is a lot of animation and drama in her reenactment, crouching and bunching up her muscles with a vibrating amount of determination. As if it might power her leap, the coal-dusted she-kit's tail lashes behind her as she hops up to try and swat playfully at Scorchstreak's whiskers.

She lands with a small disruption of the dusty ground below before swinging her head to stare at Bluefrost with wide eyes. Need... anything? Bluefrost wants to hear more about her? Mistaking it as an invitation to spill her greatest desire, she nods eagerly, "Yes! Yes! Can I hear about how your hunting went when you come back? I promise I won't fall asleep waiting this time..."

Maybe if she understood the reports that Scorchstreak got all the time, she'd find the secrets to being a great warrior hidden within them and have more ammunition to impress her kin with. "Or... I can pretend to be a rabbit and you can catch me!" That could be educational (if the fun involved didn't prove too distracting).

mother tell me 𓇢𓆸 will you stay?

• 
  'yearning... always yearning!'
• 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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