Camp WindClan just a little green, like the color when the spring is born // family

[owlbear]

The sun is setting on the Windclan camp, casting everything in pink and orange hues. New leaf has been kind to them after the fire, as if to make up for all that was lost. Owlbear has just finished a mouse Merry had brought her, ever the helpful sort that he is, and is now trying to corral her kits into the nest to settle down for sleep. No doubt that Bushrunner is close by, ever watchful and good to her.

"Come now, little ones," she purrs softly, sweeping their tail out to gently pull the kits back towards her body. "Come, and I'll tell you a story. One your grandpa used to tell me when I was a kit…" her eyes twinkle sadly, although she keeps a steady smile on her face. "Be still, be still… you have many days ahead of you yet to explore the world."

i can't look at the stars

they make me wonder where you are

• ooc: family tags: @Hootkit @Goosekit @hellybear @DAZ
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  Owlbear, - 50 moons / windclan warrior
  peaceful powerplay allowed

 

[Hootkit]

HOOTKIT // 01 moons // WindClan Kit // She/They // #efc48c
A chocolate spotted tabby with pronounced countershading, long whiskers and golden eyes
Daughter of OWLBEAR and BUSHRUNNER, sibling to GOOSEKIT and FINCHKIT
A kitten haunted with being the spitting image of her deceased grandfather.

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Hootkit seemed to hop around the place with every pawstep, repeatedly trying to swipe at Owlbear's tail with her paws that seemed to grow bigger every sunrise! She was still as clumsy as most kits were though and missed about every attempt-- Nearly tripping over her own misplaced paws a few times as well! They had been very curious about what their mother had eaten too, the thing Merrystalk had brought them, a 'mouse' they had called it! Hootkit wondered what it tasted like and how soon would she get to taste one? She bet she could catch one if she were just allowed to try! Even though she could hardly even catch her own mothers' tail.

Speaking of Owlbear was soon whisking them to their nest to settle down for a rest- She had half a mind to complain but put a hold on that thought when their mother purred about wanting to tell them a story. Hootkit would hurriedly make herself comfortable next to Owlbear in the nest, waiting for her siblings to follow, her little stumpy tail twitching in anticipation! She had heard little things about their grandfather, mainly in passing. Hootkit understood that bringing him up seemed to cause the older cats pain for some reason but now they were being offered a story that he once told their mumma! Her little but long whiskers would quiver excitedly but the sad twinkle in Owlbear's eyes was caught too.

Hootkit looked determined, one day she would explore the world and she wouldn't stop looking until she found and brought her mumma's papa home! Didn't he know how much Owlbear missed him?