Camp WC you showed me how // weasel

[Branchkit Branchkit]

BRANCHKIT
HE/HIM
5 MOONS
WINDCLAN KIT
SPEECH | THOUGHTS | APHOTIC | PHYSICAL

PENNED BY PLOT_TWISTS

Branchkit had managed to sneak back into camp from his little excursion without anyone noticing, but now that he'd returned... well, he kind of hoped someone would notice. He could wake up Lotuskit, or Mama, or maybe even Ma - he hoped they'd all be happy for him, of course, but there was someone else who needed to know.

When the rains had started, a new cat had entered the nursery. Her eyes were a stunning amber, and her whiskers had stuck out all funny. Branchkit remembered her voice most of all, and the way she'd spoken so fondly of the barn. Weaselchirp, to him, was a creature of magic. Her connection to the tunnels, her way of speaking - she had fascinated him from the moment she'd first spoken to the young kit.

And she was... Well, her lesson wasn't explicitly given, but it was thanks to her that he'd felt so comfortable tonight. The others too, but Weaselchirp was the first, really.

It only served that she should be the first to know for him, too.

He padded over to where the tunneler slept, pawing gently at her shoulder.

"Weaselchirp?" he whispered. "Weaselchirp, can I talk to you?"

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OOC: @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 was dreaming and in the dream the tunnels hummed. Long and deep and full of voices she knew... And voices she never would. Souls that had passed through the earth and onto the next. Stones with secrets. Roots holding memories tight. Light filtering only where the earth allowed. Cracks. Cracks. Cracks. Her whiskers trembled as she stared ahead with wide, frantic orange eyes. A voice echoed down the tunnel, familiar and fading. " Wait! Wait, Molewhisker! WAIT! " She ran. Paws thundering against the ground. But the tunnel only stretched longer... Deeper... Farther away from the friend she chased--

A paw tapped her shoulder.

She jolted awake with a tiny startled chirp. Her head snapped sideways in an odd, quick motion, whiskers quivering like leaves in a storm. And then there was recognition. Branchkit. Little Branchkit, green and growing and far too adventurous for the late hour. Her expression melted into a wide, delighted smile, as if he were some new shiny beetle unearthed by accident. " Oh! Branchleafling! " she whispered, excitement lacing her voice as she sat up properly. " Out of your nest at this hour? Did the wind whisper a secret in your ears? Did the moon show you something wonderful? "

She curled her tail neatly around her paws and leaned closer with eyes that gleamed with curiosity. " You may always talk to me. " she promised softly, a purr rolling beneath each word. " What wriggles in that clever little mind of yours, hm? What discoveries have your paws carried home? " she spoke in a hushed tone, a twinkle in her eyes as she peered at the kit. " As long as you are safe, little sprout... The earth will listen. "

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[Branchkit Branchkit]

BRANCHKIT
HE/HIM
5 MOONS
WINDCLAN KIT
SPEECH | THOUGHTS | APHOTIC | PHYSICAL

PENNED BY PLOT_TWISTS

"It did," he whispered softly. "I... well. Don't tell anyone, but I went out of camp tonight. I wanted to look at FourTrees..." His pawpads tingled with excitement.

"I realized something. While I was out there." He looked up at her, mismatched eyes glowing in the moonlight.

"I'm a boy!" he whispered, his voice firm and determined. "I looked at the trees and I just... I knew that the real me, the one that would go to FourTrees one day... I knew I wasn't gonna go as Honeyflower's daughter, but as her son."

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[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

.

Weaselchirp studied the young tom for a long, soft heartbeat, her eyes wide, gleaming, impossibly bright. Then a quiet chirping laugh fluttered out of her, light and genuine. " Of course you are. " she breathed, leaning in until her scraggly, crooked whiskers brushed delicately against his. Her smile bloomed wider, warmer, brighter, like something glowing in the dark. " You went searching for yourself. " she murmured, voice low. " And you found the person you were looking for. "

Another solemn nod. Slow. Certain. " Of course you are. And you are such a handsome young boy. " Her paw lifted, gentle as moss, and she tapped it against the top of his head, not a cuff, not a boop, but a blessing. " Branchkit. " she said, her voice a soft rumble. " You will stand beneath Fourtrees again someday. And this time, you will stand there as who you have always been, deep in your heart. Not as someone's daughter... " There was a pause. A fond little smile. " ... But as someone's son. "

Her tail curled around him like a protective crescent. " The earth accepts all exactly as they are. " she whispered, her voice dropping to a sacred hush. " You are who you are. And the earth and I, are proud. "

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