PAFP Camp IT JUST REMINDS YOU // theft

[serpentberry]

[ pls wait for @Copperstorm !! kitten tags @thistlekit @Rattlekit @Leafkit ]

Serpentberry was enjoying the warmth of a stray sunbeam, eagerly drinking it up before the clouds chased it away, when she heard some rumbling a bit away from her. Green eyes floated to the warriors den, where she saw several little, almost-no-longer wobbly bodies prowling at its edge. One of them seemed to have a feather, and the new mother rolls her eyes, figuring then and there that she knows where they had stolen it from.

Pushing herself to her paws, Serpentberry trots closer to the warriors, her gaze catching Copperstorm as the tom inspects his own nest. It doesn't look... awful, but the kits have most definitely pulled it apart for that feather. She knows she would be upset if her own nest was shredded for something as measly as bird-fur, yet with her own kittens, she cannot manifest that empathy. So, she simply blinks at Copperstorm once, twice, and then looks to her kits.

"Haven't I told you three to stay out from underneath warrior-paws?" she questions her litter, her brows furrowing. She intends to bat them away, send them back into the clearing without a word to the tom. He can re-sort his nest in his own time - kits do things like this. Surely... surely he won't be that upset.

 

[Copperstorm]

COPPER OF THUNDERCLAN

Golden eyes studied the half-finished nest before him, his fur fluffed against the biting cold as a frown settled on his face. The damage was unmistakable... Feathers scattered and edges pulled apart, likely the handiwork of curious kits. He sighed heavily. It wasn't malice, just the thoughtless mischief of youth. Still, it made his task harder, and a light scolding would have taught them better.

His gaze lifted, fixing on Serpentberry as she approached, her eyes briefly flicking to the ruined nest. It was clear whose kits were responsible. He watched her expectantly, an ear twitching as he waited for her to discipline them. Surely, she'd teach them to respect the efforts of others.

But instead, all that left her mouth was a simple, dismissive, "Stay out from underneath warrior paws."

His fur bristled, an annoyed expression creeping onto his face. A scolding? Barely. An apology? Not even close. His tail flicked sharply, irritation building as he thought of the time and effort he'd spent gathering feathers for the nest he'd hoped to share with Dewshine. Now it lay in tatters, and the kits were left to play with the very feather he had sought so carefully.

He hadn't wanted to start something, hadn't wanted to confront her like this. But her dismissal gnawed at him. His patience wore thin.

" You're playing favorites, Serpentberry. " he finally said, his tone low but dry. His golden gaze bore into hers, steady and unyielding. " Not just with this, but with other things, too, when it comes to your family. "

His tail lashed once, sharply, betraying his frustration. " Kits will be kits, yes, but even they need to learn that there are consequences to destroying someone else's work. And you need to learn equality. "

The words hung in the cold air between them, firm but not unkind, though the frustration behind them was impossible to miss.

you walk along the edge of danger ——･ﾟ✦​

･ﾟ✦ —— AND IT WILL CHANGE YOU

 

[thistlekit]

They hold the prized feather within their maw, crouched with haunches held high and waggling with a teasing energy directed at their siblings, a challenge for the two to chase after Thistlekit for possession of the feather they had rifled through a nest to obtain. Come get meee, their bright blue eyes read. A playful growl begins to rumble in the back of their throat — a warrior cry preparing to be unleashed the moment Rattlekit or Leafkit make a move.

But before such anticipated action can begin, Serpentberry and an upset looking warrior approach the trio. Thistlekit slowly rises back to their paws. Their head tilts with confusion not only at their mother's words but at the words of the warrior. The silvery kit puts the feather down and places a large paw atop it to keep it in place. "No warrior paws… in the nest, mama…?" Thistlekit explains their confusion, a nonexistent brow quirking slightly. The nest was unattended when they went searching for the feather after all — it wasn't until they scampered out of the den that trouble seemed to find them.

Thistlekit then glanced at Copperstorm, studied his frustrated expression, and tried to offer the warrior a smile to make him feel better… and maybe not so upset at mama. "Do you… wanna play too?" They lift their paw from the feather and motion toward it — a olive branch only an innocent child could offer.

 

[Magnoliapeak]

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Magnoliapeak sits idly by in the warriors' den as Copperstorm scolds Serpentberry. Her eyes narrow briefly at the medicine cat, but she remembers herself and straightens up her posture. Right. Her job is different from the rest of them- more involved and serious from what she's been told- and thus Magnoliapeak is willing to afford her far more leeway. Despite the kindness that she thinks to afford the other molly she is still a mother alongside her venerated position, and a bad one at that. She cannot imagine what fate would befall herself, Hyacinth, and Honeysuckle if any of them had done such a thing as kits.

"Well, someone should be watching them," Magnoliapeak cuts in finally, rising to her paws and coming to stand at Copperstorm's side. She evaluates his nest for a few long moments. It isn't totally decimated- she doubts that kits so young and small could do that anyway- but it's definitely been ruined and could take some time to put back together, especially when resources are thinner in these winter months. "I know that you're a busy cat, Serpentberry," the warrior begins her blow softly "But your kits will never learn respect or discipline if you allow them to do things like this all the time."

She huffs and looks back to Thistlekit, feeling her heart soften when they offer to let Copperstorm play with the feather too. To some degree, she supposes she understands where Serpentberry's resistance to discipline comes in. Magnoliapeak crouches to get on the same level as Thistlekit, and tries to soften her tone when she addresses her younger clanmate: "That feather belongs to Copperstorm," she explains lightly "It was in his nest." She gestures to the remains of the nest that Thistlekit and their siblings have pulled apart in some semblance of an attempt to make the young kit understand "Do you have things that belong to you? What if someone came and took your things without asking?"

Magnoliapeak huffs. She can't believe she's mothering someone else's kits right now. She rises back to her full height and turns to Copperstorm to speak to the warrior in equal terms again: "I'll help you pull your nest back together." Then, more snidely she adds "Maybe you'll get your feather back in it."

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  MAGNOLIA — SHE/HER ･ 21 MOONS ･ WARRIOR & THUNDERCLAN ･ PENNED BY CARAT!

  dilute tortoiseshell with amber eyes. here too.