PAFP Backwritten Camp WC do you see me, do you see me now? // INTRO

[Branchkit Branchkit]

{$title} takes place before the Gathering, when Branchkit is first brought into camp

BRANCHKIT
SHE/HER
2 MOONS
WINDCLAN KIT

PENNED BY PLOT_TWISTS

The soft scent of heather and gorse surround her - a faint memory of that scent grooming her little pelt swirls in her mind, but she can't remember why. It must've been a good memory, to stick around like that. Her siblings too, they had a bit of that scent on their pelts.

In the future, she'd forget the swirling scents. Today, she could recall how it felt to be surrounded by their warmth.

In the future, she'd know only heather and gorse, the scent of wind and wild.

As their journey from her siblings drew to a close, she blinked her eyes open, wincing at the harsh sunlight. Her green and blue eyes slowly adjusted, though it was still too bright to see without squinting a little, and she curled instinctively into the larger cat who brought her here. There were so many others, and she felt overwhelmed by the sight of all these unfamiliar pelts and eyes staring at her.

She wished she could just melt into the darkness, hide away from their questioning gazes.

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OOC: Tagging @Dustystar and @Honeyflower
Please do not post until they have posted!

 

[HoneyflowerHoneyflower's icon]

Slow Down, Just Breathe

Honeyflower glances up from tidying her nest when Dustystar ducks inside with a kit hanging from her jaws. She is in front of the leader almost immediately, worry plain on her face as she noses the tiny thing.

"...Where did she come from, Dusty? What happened to her parents..?" Briefly her green eyes flick to the entrance of the nursery. Surely they were coming in behind Dustystar, were right behind her with the little one's siblings in tow. But no such appearance was made. No stranger following on the molly's paws.

As far as Honeyflower was aware, this kit was alone. She can faintly smell Fourtrees on her leader and the kit... Why had she gone out there..? Had the kit been found there? Instead of jumping to conclusions she purses her lips, looking at Dusty expectantly for an explanation.

xxx

All We Have Is All We Need

Tags

Honeyflower

✿—Gale Guard Of WindClan
✿—She/Her
✿—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
✿—Dilute Calico Shecat With Green Eyes And A Floppy Ear
#a4e1ba

 

[DIMMINGSUN]

Dimmingsun has much to learn about Dustystar, that is for certain. There is necessity in it, for a subordinate must know of the inner workings of their leader's mind, but the idea has been born out of his own need as well—the more he knows about her, the more he will be able to do in WindClan. There's plenty of opportunities; there is a tension between each and every Clan, and that can be turned into something beneficial. He just needs to explore it all to its full extent first.

Today is another reason he needs to get to familiarize himself with her more. When Dustystar enters camp, she doesn't rush to offer explanations for her no doubt confused Clanmates. Heads and eyes turn to her form- more specifically the kitten dangling from her jaws. Only Goldenroar slinks after her—perhaps there is a sense of trust between leader and deputy that has not had the chance to expand any further yet—but the rest of Dustystar's council is just as lost as the rest of WindClan. Honeyflower voices her thoughts; speaks them for everybody.

Dimmingsun follows after Dustystar, unhurried and not at all bothered if he lags behind. A variety of scents cling to the kitten's body, but he doesn't pay it much mind at the moment. He'd much rather learn why Dustystar has brought her here. Perhaps the stoic leader's heart had softened upon the sight of an abandoned bundle of fur... or perhaps she needs assistance to live.

"Is she sick?"

comes the obvious question.

 

[Dustystar Dustystar]

✪ Align my Heart, my Body, my Mind​

indentGingerly, Dustystar places the kitten on the floor of the nursery. With her nose and paws, Dustystar nestles her into the moss and feathers that cover the floor of the nursery. The kitten wasn't very heavy, but the walk back from Fourtrees still left a crushing weight upon her heart.

indent"We found her at Fourtrees." Dustystar explains. She tells Honeyflower and Dimmingsun everything. About the abandoned kittens and their mixed heritage. About how quickly the decision was made to split them all apart. "If we can find her parent in Windclan, that would be ideal, but in the meantime... Well, I suppose she's my responsibility."

indent Although calling the kitten her own lights something warm within her chest, Dustystar knows she's far from a perfect candidate for motherhood. She can offer the kitten no milk, for one, although she's not sure if she still needs it. She's busy, too, often out of camp and running patrols of her own. Windclan's leader can't set aside her responsibility at the whims of one kit.

indentPleading green eyes turn to Honeyflower. "I'm sorry to ask you to do even more than you do already, but I don't think I can raise a kitten alone. I can't trust anyone else as much as I trust you, Honeyflower. If you could offer help, I'd be forever grateful." Surely the kitten would be happy too, to be raised by such gentle paws.

Dustystar - 27 moons - Windclan Leader

 

[Branchkit Branchkit]

BRANCHKIT
SHE/HER
2 MOONS
WINDCLAN KIT

PENNED BY PLOT_TWISTS

She looks up to Honeyflower, mewling softly. This cat smells like soft and milk and warmth, and she toddles over to her. The scent of heather and gorse are so strong in this den, she can't help the little purr that slips from her chest.

Bi-colored eyes swivel to Dustystar, blinking with unspoken questions. Who are you? Where am I? Are you MotherFather? Is she?

In this den, the sunlight isn't so bright. She can see a little better than before, take in the pelt colors and shapes of these other cats. None of them are MotherFather.

She lets out a tiny sniffle, burrowing into the moss and feathers.

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OOC: "MotherFather" is the term that Branchkit will use when young to refer to parents, since the identity of their real parents are unknown and she would have had multiple! She'll grow out of it as she settles into place in WindClan.
Tagging @Dustystar and @Honeyflower

 

[GOLDENROAR]

Goldenroar's heart is heavy. So, so heavy.

He thinks about if he were the kit dangling from Dustystar's jaw. If he were seperated from his brother or sister, Merry and Sunny left behind. His ears flatten to his skull, to think about what was left behind. The leaders taking their fair pick of the litter. To think about the narrowed eyes of Pikestar- he swallows thickly, pushes the tabby from his mind. He learns to ignore the itch for warmth as his side, paws delicate as he trails next to his leader. Protection by all means- both from curious eyes and any predators on the walk back.

The ripple of curiosity, intrigue, is heavy upon them as soon as they walk in. Most regard their leader, asking for answers- only a few eyes turn towards him in just as curious of manner. His ears simply twitch in a noncommittal answer, letting Dustystar answer the questions that come her direction. The kit stirs and nestles down, but he can see the rigid lines of it's tiny body. His nose wrinkles. Dimmingsun answers a question that isn't necessarily answered, so he pipes up.

"The kit needs to be checked, but there was no... no visible wounds or anything when we found them." He says moments after Dustystar finishes asking Honeyflower for help, aqua eyes moving to study the medicine cat.

_______________________ I KEEP RUNNIN' BUT ☼ I'M STANDING STILL _______________________

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• GOLDENROAR he/him, windclan deputy, fourty one moons.
  ☆ a lh golden red marbled tabby with low white and glimmering aqua eyes. often seen with a smirk, confidence oozing from him in heaps, but always the ever-helpful guy.
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  ☆ older brother to merry
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
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[HoneyflowerHoneyflower's icon]

Slow Down, Just Breathe

Shock and dismay is plain on her face as Dustystar explains, exchanging glances with Dimmingsun and Goldenroar both. Personally Honeyflower could not recall anyone else mentioning that they were expecting kits. The new mother could not imagine abandoning her own litter, for a brief moment her lip curls in disgust before shaking her head at her leader's question.

"You don't even have to ask, you know me Dusty. I'll always help if I can." She dips her head to gently lick the top of the kit's head, then glances to the two toms at the entrance. Dimmingsun asks a practical question for a medicine cat, while Goldy gives a general answer. "...I think she should eat first, if anything. Then Dimmingsun, you could look her over? She seems fine at a glance but I know it'd put my mind at ease if you could make sure."

It was clear the kit needed attention. Food... Warmth... And... A thought comes to her suddenly. Something important. She looks to her leader.

"Have you given her a name?"

xxx

All We Have Is All We Need

Tags

Honeyflower

✿—Gale Guard Of WindClan
✿—She/Her
✿—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
✿—Dilute Calico Shecat With Green Eyes And A Floppy Ear
#a4e1ba

 

[Dustystar Dustystar]

✪ Align my Heart, my Body, my Mind​

indentWhen Honeyflower reaches forward to lick the kitten, Dustystar immediately rubs her cheek against the queen's shoulder. "Thank you, Honeyflower!" She knew her Guard was a serial adopter, but she'd expected at least a little more resistance. Maybe she ought to have more faith.

indentWhen Honeyflower gives advice, Dustystar nods affirmatively. "Right. We don't know how long it's been since she's eaten." Does she still need milk, at this age? Dustystar doesn't have any to offer her. Once again, she feels guilty for putting the burden on Honeyflower.

indentAnother question directed her way snaps Dustystar out of her reverie. Truth be told, she had been considering names. For the entire walk back to camp, actually. "I think... I'd like to call her 'Branchkit'. Doesn't it suit her? Her stripes look like branches, with light shining through." It's the sort of thing they very rarely see in Windclan's own territory. Her last tie to the forest.

Dustystar - 27 moons - Windclan Leader

 

[Branchkit Branchkit]

BRANCHKIT
SHE/HER
2 MOONS
WINDCLAN KIT

PENNED BY PLOT_TWISTS

Here in the darkness and warmth of the den, Branchkit as she is now named is able to blink her eyes fully open. A pair of mismatched eyes glance from cat to cat before settling on the one who named her.

It is an unsettling sort of stare, as if Branchkit is trying to fully understand her leader's heart. She tilts her head at the lick given by Honeyflower and purrs, finally tearing her gaze from Dustystar to look up at Honeyflower with affection in those young, unknowing eyes.

"Ma," she mews, rubbing her little body against Honeyflower's legs. She toddled over to the other two as well- rubbing against Goldenroar and then Dustystar, exclaiming that same "ma."

She wasn't certain what it meant, herself, but in her mind it meant something new:

Family.

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OOC: Branchkit love fambly