PAFP Camp HOUSE OF GOLD [ bonding ]

[DREAMKIT]

(𓆩✧𓆪) eyes of dark flame scan thunderclan's camp with fervent expectation. as the sun trails across the sky, dreamkit perches statuesque beside the nursery, gaze fixed upon the camp entrance. after what he dees to be practically days of waiting, the brambles quiver, heralding new arrivals. the earthen child's ears shoot to attention, tiny tail wiggling as he stumbles to his paws. "daaahhh!!" he crows, tumbling over himself to race towards the incoming patrol. pale fur shines in the watery winter sunlight as the warrior steps into sight, pray clutched in his teeth.

dreamkit feels delight pulse through his body, joy he reserves for his mother, serpentberry, or his brothers flooding his being. "you're back!" he trills, little paws tapping the ground as he dances circles around the man. "it was soooo-hooo boring wifthout you here, i saw ummm a bug? and uhh," the tiny tabby head tips back, gazing up at graybird with reverie as he tries to think of other things to tell his favorite warrior. "i told momma, um that i was waitin' for you to come back from patrol, so i sat there forever and ever and it was so boring!" his ember gaze darkens for a moment, before sparking again as he follows his idol towards the prey pile. "but now you're back um um so yeah. oh! npckit said that um i should call you da 'cause you're, like, my dad?? or something, so i guess you're that. i thought your name was graybird though."

ACROSS MY FAMILY LINE 𓆩✧𓆪 GOD, I HAVE MY FATHER`S EYES

• // hi "dad" @Graybird " #e9af74"
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• DREAMKIT 𓆩✧𓆪 HE / HIM, KIT OF SHADOWCLAN. 01 MOONS OLD, PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  a longhaired chocolate spotted tabby with low white and orange eyes. silky chocolate fur cascades in waves across his boxy frame, darker dapples giving him his tabby pelt. creamy white splashes his paws, belly, tail tip, and muzzle, freckling across his face. the hue of a crackling fire sparkles from narrow sockets.

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[Graybird]

I am not your kind and gentle husband

In another life, another time, another place, he would answer to being called 'da' with a smile and nod, tail curling around a scrap of fur with her tabby stripes and their holly eyes but when he gazes down at Dreamkit he sees Sablestar's own amber hues staring up at him framed in the soft chocolate spotting of Juniperstar's face - dipped white and lined with constellations in every freckle. Graybird inhales deeply through his nose, fights down the wave of nausea and unease that threatens to swallow him whole as he smiles in the way an adult might smile when a kit says something profoundly foolish, "Little dreamer, no. I'm not...I'm not your da, but I love you all the same."
His own feelings aside, this was his kin - his blood, he had no one else that shared it here in ThunderClan. He thinks of Alder briefly, fae resided far away near some twoleg colony and Shade had followed Sablestar to the shadows. It makes him wonder if he made a mistake being here, if he had chosen the right path, but looking at the kit so eager to see him after a patrol made his chest ache. It was painful, but there was warmth there as well - the same pleasant feeling he got when he and Juniperstar were able to have time to talk despite their busy work as leader now.
It's okay. The gray tom tells himself quietly, breathing shallow and slow, It's fine.
"When I go out again would you like a present? I can find you something nice, you can keep it and hold a little piece of me while I'm gone." He was sure he could find a feather or something, kittens liked feathers didn't they? Maybe it's a good thing I'm not their father, I don't even remember my own - I know nothing about this. But Sablestar was the same, frankly having no father was better than that at least.

& I am not the love you knew before.

GRAY

— Warrior ThunderClan
— He/They
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— SH Gray Tabby with holly green eyes.#82847e

 

[BRIGHTPETAL]

His mama had always told him it was profoundly rude to eavesdrop, yet, when it was a loud conversation between a kitten and their 'dad', Brightpetal reasoned it wasn't so much eavesdropping as it was just being unable to escape the noise. Lingering towards the back of the patrol, the red tabby slowly abandoned his talk with another and kept his ears perked forward, unable to help the growing smirk on his muzzle. It was warm, fuzzy like a cuddle pile amidst the coldest leafbare night, to hear someone so confidently call Graybird their kin. Still, the other tom's expression was one that Brightpetal believed to be one of embarrassment, something so innocent and awkward that the gears were already turning in his head to prod just a little bit more.

It was all in good fun, Brightpetal had a lot of serious things to feel guilty for and lighthearted teasing was just a break from all that strife.

The Deputy waited for Graybird to finish, his forepaws squirming as he worked overtime to find something good to say in his limited time. Then, Graybird mentioned a present and Brightpetal's eyes practically lit up as if he was to be the recipient. "Oooh, get me something too please, father." His tone was absent of mockery, only carrying the remnants of sarcasm from one who presumed a kitten would take whatever he said literally. He turned to Dreamkit, blinking rapidly. "Don't worry, you won't have to share with me." If there was one thing he wouldn't take away, it was whatever sentimental gift Graybird wanted to give to his not-quite-son.


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[serpentberry]

She could leave it. She could - but it's all too enticing. The matter-of-fact tone Dreamkit bares as he declares Graybird his father, Brightpetal and his effort to lean into the piss poor charade. The molly can already see the warrior attempt to damage control, to assuage the discomfort that brews somewhere inside him. Perhaps she acts with her own brand of petty tomfoolery. Perhaps it is envy, that the little kit has found affection in yet another soul - or maybe guilt that he lacks something altogether and strives to fill the hole left behind. Her claws score into the sand beneath her. She joins the game to shroud the unsettled thoughts of her mind. That, and to get a rise out of Graybird (if the tom can speak anything not monotone.)

"Oh, grand! You're taking orders," she chirps with the same excitement as ever, her tone lilting and curving just as it always does. She searches his features for annoyance or panic - and likely comes up with nothing. He's always been good at hiding his emotions with a never ending pool of mourning and guilt. "I'd love a pigeon's feather. One of the lovely purple-green ones - or one of those dappled with snow! Ohh..." Serpentberry plays and plays, still, more than eager to in the least entertain little Dreamkit. Speaking of...

"Perhaps you could get Dreamkit one of the gray feathers. It'd be a little on the nose, but..." she shrugs nonchalantly, gaze half lidded with glee.