Open Prompt Camp ThunderClan nesting fiasco // open

[Copperstorm]

You walk along the edge of danger
AND IT WILL CHANGE YOU

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Dewshine was pregnant. That much he knew. She was carrying their kits and leafbare was just around the corner. They would be born into the harshest of weathers… and yes, that made him nervous. He had never done this before, never been a parent, never had a mate carrying kits. So yes, he was panicking, just slightly. He had tried to create a nice little nest for her, and… well, maybe it wasn't going quite according to plan. The plan had been to finish it before Dewshine returned. He didn't understand why she had gone on patrol today, but she had insisted she could manage, that she wasn't going to sit still while the kits grew inside her. He could understand it… but at the same time, he could not.

Fear clawed at him, making his paws fumble with the feathers and moss he had collected, attempting to arrange them just so. Nothing seemed to stay in place, and frustration tightened his chest. " If I just... " he muttered, picking up a slipping tuft of moss and dropping it again, muttering under his breath. The nest was a wreck. His masterpiece, as he'd imagined it, lay in scattered chaos. He let out a soft curse, stepping back to inspect it with a frown. " I have to redo it… I have to… " He hesitated, wondering if he should ask for help, but pride, or perhaps stubbornness, kept him silent. Asking for help because he'd failed at decorating a nest? Ridiculous. No, he just had to keep trying.

" Come on. " he grunted to himself, gathering another tuft of moss, unaware that a cat had just entered and in the process, managed to toss a bit of the moss straight into their face.

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ooc: prompt 42 !! working on a skill! [ though he is not faring too well with this new skill he's trying ]

 

[loonstar loonstar]

juniper

"and this time, she won't be forgiving"​​

time passed quickly... it wouldn't be long before the seasons had completely cycled since she was informed of her own pregnancy. she was not the youngest parent she had ever met, having bided her time in favor of promising security and safety. what a pipe dream that had been... to have started her family in the midst of war. it seems that others too, have chosen the worst of times to explore their growth... to invite a risk. Copperstorm is especially fidgety, hovering at Dewshine's side when he can and clearly nervous anytime she departs. the nervousness was warranted, at least from where Loonstar stood, a victim to a poor season's litter. she thinks to offer her counsel, to encourage him not to suffocate his love as Sablestar had been so hungry to. it would benefit not him, not her, and not what new life they were anxious to welcome.

she approaches her guard with a level gaze, prepared to open her mouth to implore him to relax when a chunk of moss smacks into the scarred flesh of her nose. "Ahem..." the chocolate feline announces themself, picking the discard from her face to set it on the ground where it belonged. "I take it this is going exceptionally well then?" it is sarcastic but not unkind, looking to the dissembled scraps of his first attempt with raised brows.

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• loonstar
  leader of thunderclan
  six lives remain
  

 

[brindlefeather's icon brindlefeather brindlefeather]

BRINDLEFEATHER ──

thunderclan | forager​

Brindlefeather is never one to turn a blind eye to a cat that is clearly struggling - and he sees as such in Copperstorm now. He has no clue how stressful it must feel to have kits on the way, especially knowing that they'll be born during the harsh cold of leaf-bare, but he does know one thing: how to make a nest the likes of which compare to laying on a cloud. If there was ever a moment where offering his help would have the most impact, it had to be now.

Padding across the clearing, Brindlefeather arrives just in time to witness Loonstar's face getting smacked with moss. He doesn't mean to laugh, really, but at the sight of his leader's unamused face he can't help but chuckle.
"Oh! I'm so sorry, Loonstar-" he chuffs as the image of it lingers in his mind - "I couldn't help but find it funny… ahem." He briefly examines what Copperstorm has managed so far. Looks like he understands the basic concept of how to structure it, but he's struggling with getting it to stay together…
"Copperstorm," he mews, his voice as delicate as the way he sits down and wraps his tail over his paws. "I presume this is for Dewshine, yes? It's lovely to see you crafting something in the name of love. That being said, um…" he paused for a moment before deciding to say it bluntly. "Would you perhaps like some help? I'm pretty good with this kind of stuff - it's expected of me, as a forager. I even have a small collection of extra twigs and feathers for times like these - I'd be happy to give them to you. Dewshine will need a warm and comfortable nest in the nursery, both for her and your kits when they arrive." His trademark smile is sent beaming in Copperstorm's direction. "There's absolutely no shame in needing help, especially when you're already dealing with the stress of upcoming fatherhood."

maybe we'll turn it all around 'cuz it's not too late

it's never too late

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• "speaking" | thinking | action

 

[FLICKERDANCE]

Flickerdance is unfortunate enough to get stuck in the crossfire that Copperstorm has created—though she is at least fortunate enough to not get hit in the face by discarded bits of moss and soft linings. Her eyes are wide in surprise, half-expecting this new Loonstar to make a scene. They don't; they don't rush in to offer help, but their tone remains level. Sympathetic, even.

She doesn't pretend to understand Copperstorm's haste and anxiety. The thought of kits had scarcely crossed her mind; if anything, Flickerdance had only thought it to be a waste of time, being stuck in the nursery... but then, wouldn't it feel nice to leave a lasting legacy? To shape her offspring in ways that her own parents had not? There is something soothing about the concept. She could even ask the caregivers to jump in while she attends to warrior duties as normal. The world has been slowly but surely opening up to her, now that she is finally a warrior... but this thing is still something best left for the future. Flickerdance is much more interested in living up to her own high expectations—expectations that she suspects her Clanmates might now hold for her too, given her ambitions and quick rise from apprenticehood.

"...I can share a bit of my nest. If you want,"

she ends up saying. She has no reason to act with ill-intentions towards Copperstorm after all. The pregnancy is... truth be told, birthing kits during leaf-bare sounds foreboding, but not everything goes according to plan in life. Not even Flickerdance can hold it against him. She can rebuild her own nest anytime, but the new queen will have to settle into comfort sooner rather than later.

"I'm not in a hurry."

Unlike Dewshine, she thinks solely to herself.

 

[Copperstorm]

You walk along the edge of danger
AND IT WILL CHANGE YOU

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Startled, the tabby turned his head, golden eyes widening for a moment as he stared at his leader. Relief washed over him when she tossed aside the piece of moss he had accidentally flung into her face.

" Ah… apologies, Jun-- Loonstar. " he meowed, making a face before turning back to the nest, surveying the small fiasco he had created. Yes… this was going exceptionally well. A heavy sigh escaped him as he shook his head, glancing back at Loonstar. She had been a pregnant queen not so long ago. Perhaps she could offer advice, or reassurance that the kits would be safe… A swallow caught in his throat as he looked toward Brindlefeather, who had offered help, then Flickerdance, who had generously offered part of her own nest. He blinked, processing their unexpected support, before settling his gaze back on Loonstar and remaining quiet for several heartbeats.

Finally, he admitted his defeat. " It's… not going as planned. "

A confession he loathed, but the evidence lay before them. " …I want to make sure the nest is warm… The cold is settling in soon, and… if she births with the snow falling-- " He cut himself off, lips pressing into a thin line. His eyes flicked to Brindlefeather, ever the optimistic one, then toward Flickerdance. " I just… I want to make it secure... " he finished softly, nodding in thanks. " You need that nest yourself. I have the materials… " he added quickly, hesitating, " …I just-- "

Couldn't get them to work properly.

" I thought I'd try my paw at decorating and creating, but I fear I am far better at hunting and fighting. " he said at last, a somewhat uneasy grin tugging at his scarred muzzle. Was he panicking about the prospect of Dewshine kitting during leafbare? Perhaps...

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