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