Open Event Camp Please Know I'll Be Right There ¤ Nest Sharing

[HoneyflowerHoneyflower's icon]

Slow Down, Just Breathe

It's not the howling wind from the night's storm that rouses her or her children twitching against her in their sleep, but the sound of uncertain pawsteps at the entrance to the nursery. Slowly the queen's eyes crack open, bleary from sleep to spy someone standing just outside- the rain slicks the cat's fur against their frame, making it hard to tell if they were apprentice or warrior. Windclan scent clings to them at the very least and her fur flattens.

Honeyflower rises to her paws, careful in her attempt not to wake her children. "You're soaked to the bone," She mews softly, not wanting to wake anyone up. "Come in, come in. There's no reason for you to stand outside in this, you'll get sick like that. And Meadowpaw and Dimmingsun have enough in their paws for the moment."

The gale guard doesn't take no for an answer, guiding her clanmate inside the warm dry nursery. Green eyes briefly look to the entrance, a small frown on her face at the unrelenting rain. "Is there something you needed I can help you with? Were Merrystalk and Nutmegpurr busy..?" She can only assume its for council business, Honeyflower was unaware of the state of the other dens, having been in the nursery for the past several moons.

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All We Have Is All We Need

Tags

Honeyflower

✿—Gale Guard Of WindClan
✿—She/Her
✿—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
✿—Dilute Calico Shecat With Green Eyes And A Floppy Ear
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ooc: anyone can be the cat she's speaking to, this counts for the event!

 

[Weaselchirp Weaselchirp]

I'm a young soul in this very strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit 'bout what is true and fake
But why all this hate? Try to communicate
Finding trust and love is not always easy to make

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Weaselchirp padded in with the uncertain little steps of a cat not used to entering the nursery, her fur plastered dark and thin against her wiry frame from the rain. Her orange eyes, too wide as always, gleamed strangely in the dim warmth of the den, as if she had dragged the stormlight in with her. She blinked, watching Honeyflower with a faintly guilty, faintly sheepish smile.

" Ah… I am caught. " she chirped, shaking out one paw as though the gesture might banish the water from all her fur. " Soaked, yes. The sky wept too much and too loud. My whiskers told me so even before the first drop fell, my whiskers twitch when change comes, oh yes. The wind dug its claws in the grass tonight, and I thought, what if it digs its claws into us, too? " She sat down unceremoniously, tail wrapping tight around her paws, and tilted her head toward Honeyflower with eyes that shone oddly bright.

Her gaze softened suddenly, flicking toward the sleeping kits. " They grow big... The rain will not sweep them away, not with us making sure of so.... " she hummed, eyes almost dreamy before she looked to Honeyflower, blinking, long and slow with a tilted head. " What do you think? Does the sky frighten you too, when it howls so? "

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[HoneyflowerHoneyflower's icon]

Slow Down, Just Breathe

The molly steps aside to allow Weaselchirp further inside the nursery, smiling at the tunneler. "You're hardly caught." Honeyflower laughs. "You have just as much right to be here as anyone."

With a gentle nudge, she ushers her friend even further inside. "We have some extra moss for new nests, get warm." Thankfully. She would have felt rather terrible if there had been none and Weaselchirp would have had to sleep on the dirt. Though a small part of her suspected the tunneler might not mind as much. Her eyes settled on her kits, asleep and blissfully unaware of the storm raging outside. Four of them now, with the new addition of Branchkit. Lotuskit, Bunnykit, and Honeycombkit, she had no fears of the potential of being swept away- stars forbid. Branchkit, however... She was younger, smaller... "I doubt the weather will be bad enough for that to be a threat." She's hopeful, despite the faint twitch of her whiskers saying otherwise.

Does the sky frighten you too?

Honeyflower can clearly recall one night as a kit where she had all but crawled underneath her brother in an attempt to hide from the thunder and lightning lighting up the barn so brightly it may as well have been daytime. It was not the lightning that scared her so much, but rather the booming of the thunder after each flash. Loud enough that the tiny kit had felt it in her very core. She had wailed for their parents, then. Now, a mother herself, she found it was not the sounds and sights of a storm that scared her but rather the rain itself. Puddles were beginning to form around camp, and with the rain refusing to let up she couldn't help but worry. What if the water rose? Would the nursery itself be swept away? The entire camp?

"As a kit I was terrified of the tiger roars, not so much anymore."

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All We Have Is All We Need

Tags

Honeyflower

✿—Gale Guard Of WindClan
✿—She/Her
✿—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
✿—Dilute Calico Shecat With Green Eyes And A Floppy Ear
#a4e1ba

 

[Weaselchirp Weaselchirp]

I'm a young soul in this very strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit 'bout what is true and fake
But why all this hate? Try to communicate
Finding trust and love is not always easy to make

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Weaselchirp smiled in her own eccentric little way as she looked at the queen. Kindness… kindness was shown, mostly toward young Honeyflower. The mother of three, no, four... She blinked and allowed herself to be ushered further inside the nursery, stretching her spiny body once before turning a bright smile to the other. " The weather will have to settle eventually, yes? It cannot keep crying out in defiance. We too need to live. " meowed the tunneler simply, tip-tapping toward a spot she deemed good enough to curl up on. She didn't need much, never did, never asked for much.

Laid upon the ground like a loaf, paws tucked neatly under herself, she settled her big orange eyes on Honeyflower once more, listening as the other spoke of how the tiger roars had scared her when she was young. " Ah, yes. Much is scary when young. New and loud and oh so big. " she mused, glancing around the room with a thoughtful look. Would it hold? Could it withstand the rain if it continued its relentless testing? The cave, perhaps… but they were here now. This place Dustystar had chosen, it had to hold.

" I was scared once. " she admitted softly. " For the light that erupted… The roars were nothing compared to it. The light struck a tree, split it in two, and tumbled it to the ground. Such a mighty thing… felled by a light. " Her head snapped back to Honeyflower, eyes wide.

" …I miss the barn. " she confessed with a wistful smile. " I am glad we have a home here, but the barn… ah. It was sheltered more. "

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[Comettail]

Well I'm still here...
They can't tell me who to be... Cuz I'm not what they see—

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COMET(TAIL), He/Him / 11 moons / Windclan Apprentice
Short fur black self tom with low white and fluffy tail + ginger somatic mutation in tail, bright yellow eyes
Son of ASTRO and NEBULA, Sibling to TWINKLE(TUFT), & ECLIPSE(SHADE)
Doesn't typically sit still, he's as quick on his paws as he is with his wits, a more fun-loving sort though no stranger to a healthy prank here and there!
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This level of rain kind of reminded Cometpaw of a time since passed. It was back at the barn in fact where there was a storm going on. All of the farmland was caked with gunk and mud. Cometpaw recalled sitting at the entrance of the barn with Hollowmumble, talking to her just to stave off the boredom since he just wanted to go for a run.

The camp that the former barn cats had created was different, but Cometpaw didn't see it as worse like others did. Even so, the thoughts kept him awake for a little longer. Watching through the entrance of the apprentice den, Cometpaw watched the rain create puddles and cake the area with spots of mud.

What bothered him was that there was nobody to talk to right now. Others were sleeping or otherwise busy with something. Thinking that he should do something productive if he couldn't sleep, Cometpaw looked over towards the nursery, noticing that Weaselchirp had entered at Honeyflower's suggestion and decided that he would take some spare moss or bedding over there- the kits, queens and caregivers would probably need it more given the change in weather.

Quickly scurrying across the camp using his body to keep the spare bedding as dry as possible, Cometpaw entered the nursery. "Heya." Cometpaw mewed. "I've got some extra bedding here. Does anyone need it?"

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Yeah the world is still sleepin' when I keep on dreamin' for me,
And their words are just whispers and lies that I'll never believe!

 

[Branchkit Branchkit]

BRANCHKIT
SHE/HER
3 MOONS
WINDCLAN KIT

PENNED BY PLOT_TWISTS

Distantly, in Branchkit's soft and forgettable dreams, she was aware of the presence of Momma and the thundering storm outside the safety of the den. Fluff and moss surrounded her little body, and it wasn't until her sensitive whiskers were aware of movement inside the den that she stirred.

Her little pink mouth yawned wide, her eyes blinking tiredly as she looked at the two family members who had entered and were speaking to Momma. One looked younger, but definitely still older than the other kits in the nursery. The other even looked older than Momma!

"What's a barn?" she piped up, her voice still slow with sleep.

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OOC: Tagging @Weaselchirp

 

[Weaselchirp Weaselchirp]

I'm a young soul in this very strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit 'bout what is true and fake
But why all this hate? Try to communicate
Finding trust and love is not always easy to make

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Weaselchirp watched as Cometpaw tottered into the nursery, her thin tail twitching once before a chirping laugh bubbled from her throat. " Ah, well, when is it not needed? " she teased, orange eyes half-lidded but glinting. " Careful, careful, the rain might wash it all away, gone, gone with the storm. " Curling her wiry frame tighter, tail wrapped close for warmth, she tilted her head as Branchkit's voice piped up from the nest. At the word barn, her ears flicked sharply upward. For a heartbeat, her eyes softened, the usual wild gleam dimmed to something gentler, far away.

" ...A barn... " she echoed, the word tasting old on her tongue. " It was large. Safe. The rain couldn't find us there, no, not even if it tried. " Her voice took on a rhythm, half-story, half-memory. " There were horses too, tall as trees, slow as mountains, with eyes that saw everything but cared for nothing. " A sigh escaped her as her gaze turned distant. " But the fire came.. " she murmured. " It took the warmth, the hay, the smell of dust and life. Forced us to flee... to dig new homes here, under the open sky. "

Her whiskers trembled faintly as she looked toward the entrance, where rain still hissed against the grass. " Maybe the barn will rise again, someday. Twolegs always rebuild. But it won't be ours again. " After a quiet beat, she smiled faintly at Branchkit. " Still, it was a good home. For a time. A very good home. "

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[Eclipsepaw]

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ECLIPSEPAW

WINDCLAN

APPRENTICE

HE/THEY

11 MOONS

DINGO

The way the current weather ruined his pelt was annoying. The constant drizzle of rain had really put a damper on all things in WindClan, including clan life as a whole and it seemed that the weather had no plans of easing up anytime soon. Ugh. Great. Just wonderful.

Not to mention that keeping nests nice, dry and warm was being made difficult, if they didn't get drenched by the rain waters washing in then they got wet from already drenched pelts trying to rest in them at the end of the day! Eclipsepaw had followed suit behind his brother with trying to collect new, fresh bedding material but instead of it going to their own nests Cometpaw took a detour and took it instead to the nursery. Eclipsepaw grumbled with a mouth full of bedding moss and dry grass but nothing was actually audible enough to make out and he still followed after the ginger tail of his brother. "With all this rain we've been having maybe we really should have joined RiverClan, Mm Comet?" Their sister and uncle at least pulled off the slicked wet coats quite well and plenty of cats commented on how shiny RiverClan coats were... Must be the fish.

Entering the nursery it was thankfully way more dry in the den here and provided some relief from the constant rain outside. Eclipse would give a low sigh as he set the bedding down further into the nursery so it wouldn't get washed away like Weaselchirp had warned. "I've got some as well, if any extra is needed with all the rain we've been having" When it was explained to Branchkit what a barn was his ears would perk with interest at hearing about their old home though he frowned when the tunneler mentioned that someday it may be rebuild but it wouldn't be theirs again. "Why not?" He blurted out in question before even really thinking the question through. Some cats might find it too painful to return to the barn after all that had happened there, even if it did get rebuilt but Eclipse wasn't thinking about that right now. No, right now he was thinking about how much drier they'd all be if they had the barn right about now!

You gotta step on up 'til the spotlight finds your face

A scruffy long-furred tortoiseshell tom with low white, large ears and sky blue and soft yellow heterochromia eyes. A young cat with a bit of an attitude, self-important, sometimes snarky but is also fascinated with the stars.

Littermate to COMETPAW and TWINKLEPAW
Son of NEBULA and ASTRO / Nephew of JINGLEMOON
Mentored by SWIFTWATCHER
"speech" // "thoughts" // #ff9e42

 

[Branchkit Branchkit]

BRANCHKIT
SHE/HER
3 MOONS
WINDCLAN KIT
SPEECH | THOUGHTS | APHOTIC | PHYSICAL

PENNED BY PLOT_TWISTS

Branchkit listened in awe as Weaselchirp described this "barn" with so many unfamiliar concepts. Despite the lack of knowledge, she could glean enough from the older cat's tone, imagining a mythical structure with indescribable beasts guarding the cats who resided within.

"It sounds like magic," she whispered, reverent. "Was it as comfy as home here?"

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OOC: talking to @Weaselchirp