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GENTLEDOE
messy-furred brown she-cat with heterochromia. she/her
As Bumblebreak fretted over her, Gentledoe offered a (hopefully) reassuring smile and shook her head.
"No, no. This is all that there is, love. I am fine, I promise. Just a few wee little scratches, nothing much," she responded, looking down at herself to assess the damage. Really, the other guy was worse than she was. At least she was, well, alive. That much was good to be glad about, right?
"Thank you, darling. I do appreciate it. The Clan's safety is the greatest of my concerns, after all," Gentledoe finished with a chuckle, looking toward the deputy with grateful eyes.
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"Oh. Okay, then. If you're sure."
She leaned away before offering Gentledoe a grateful nod and a small smile. "Thanks for taking care of it. I'll make sure we've got more rounds of patrols going out to that area. Hopefully nothing else has turned up."
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He caught her!! Wolfkit beamed up at Bumblebreak, just happy to be in her presence. "Help! Bumba!" He chirped back to her, leaning on her leg as he pawed up toward her face.
Hawkshade spoke, and Wolfkit tuned into the sight of the blue jay feather. Intrigued by its bright colors and intriguing texture, Wolfkit's baby cat instincts kick in, and he can't help but pull from Bumblebreak slightly to chew on the feather.
As he gnaws on the delicate quill, Wolfkit discovered that the feather is surprisingly resilient. Its feathery barbs tickle his gums, and he's captivated by the sensation. The taste is bitter and unfamiliar, unlike anything he has experienced before. The unique flavor, coupled with the feather's pleasant texture, keeps him engaged in his playful exploration.
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The hopeful light in Hawkshade's eyes fizzled out at Bumblebreak's reply, ears drooping slightly. How disappointing. Not even the deputy knows where the leader is or what he's doing. At least she seemed to care, though, and he was more than satisfied with her confrontation idea. "Definitely. I'll give you a holler if I find him. Still super strange that not even you know where he is."
..."Bumba!"
His attention was instantly drawn to the gray kitten at their paws, crashing into Bumblebreak like a little ram. Uhh...Wolfkit, was it? The one that squeaks a lot, yeah! "Oh, hello there." He purred, waving the tip of his tail. As Bumblebreak suggested the idea of letting Wolfkit help build her nest, Hawkshade nook note of the tiny bit of moss and single jay feather left over. "Oh wow, those went quick." He muttered to himself in a pleased tone. His tiny paw batted the black, white, and blue striped feather toward Wolfkit. "Ever seen a blue jay feather, kit? They're pretty. I like to think of them as good omens, so I tend to keep them for good luck whenever I see one."
Her expression turned apologetic. "Yeah, I know. Sorry again. If I find him before you do, I'll call you over instead."
She then glanced down at Wolfkit and wrinkled her nose, before hooking the feather with one claw and tugging it away. "Don't put that in your mouth," she chastised. "Good luck omen or not, you've no idea where it's been. Come on, you said you wanted to help me with my nest, right?"
Bumblebreak nudged him in the direction of the warriors' den as she picked up the rest of her materials and gave Hawkshade another grateful look. "See you around. Thanks again."
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The more Bumblebreak spoke the more the rigorous tail thumping was back to a degree where it was probably a weird thing to see out of a cat. Mudhound couldnt help it though nor the wide grin as these odd slightly disconcerting learned behaviors vented the energy that wouldve otherwise prevented the cat from sitting still. Bumble was beginning to get it now and while it wasnt quite at the affection filled squishing contest the dream reunion was between Houndspirit and Mudhound it was good enough to start. The large cat could get what they wanted later and if Icey and Grizzly were here now they'd probably be screaming for their sister to run because that twitch of a leg stump said Mudhound was planning forceful cuddles for you and it was going to be heavy to say the least.
Less forethought and more current-thought however drew a giggle from the grown cat as their golden eyes crinkled at the corners. "Mmmm just a sibling now I think. All that gender nonsense was not my style turns out but that happened.... after we parted so its no problem! Dont stress it!
You like the gender nonsense just to check? I heard you like the girl side more, I dont get it but congrats! Im super excited to know Ive got a surprise sister!"
For a moment the warrior pondered if they could possibly have surprise sisters in another way, what if mom or whoever their littermates dad was had another litter? Wouldnt that mean they could have more surprise sisters? Hoe would Mudhound even feel about that? Happy they suppose it- WAIT NO STAY ON TOPIC!
"Its crazy Ive missed that! Have I missed other things, I really need to catch up~ Houndy sis told me Ive got niblings from here but do you have kittens? Oooh if you do can I meet them? Eeeee this is all so exciting I cant believe Im back can you believe it?"
If there was any awkwardness (there was.) Mudhound was completely missing it (they were.) barging forward possibly with little tact (read none.) missing the elephant in the room (a bright pink one too). They'd just popped out of nowhere coming back to a sibling they'd unintentionally abandoned expecting little to have changed and should be thanking their lucky stars Bumblebreak was taking it well so far.
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This cat's tail was going freaking WILD and Bumblebreak couldn't help but follow a few arcs through the air before focusing on their face again.
"Okay, just a sibling. Cool." Like Shallowshiver, and Asterdance. Bumblebreak's lips twitched in a smile. "Surprise sister sounds real nice."
She wanted to say something else, but Buzzkit (although she doubted this was their name anymore) just kept going. Her ears swiveled back and forth, trying to keep up with the questions. "Uh- no, no, I- I don't have kits." That had never even been a thought that crossed her mind. "Houndspirit said... that's, uh, not right. I'm the only Dogspirit kid here. Aside from you, now, I guess. Which I can't really believe, no."
A beat of silence, before she added, "What name did you get when you came back?"
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If there was one good thing about this new camp, it was how overgrown it was. Lack of cats in this area plus a surplus of dark crevices meant bugs galore, and Wolfpaw had made it his personal mission to catch every one of them. Even now at this moment he was stalking his next target. Crouched near a patch of grass, his eyes were focused intently on each blade. Occasionally one would twitch, a sign of a bug brushing past it. If he listened closely enough he could make out the sound of a cricket hidden beneath the murmur of the clan as it went about its business. His weight shifted to his haunches, ready to pounce. He was certain he would catch it, as long as no one interrupted him.
If there was one good thing about this new camp, it was how overgrown it was. Lack of cats in this area plus a surplus of fake crevices meant bugs galore, and Wolfpaw had made it his personal mission to catch every one of them. Even now at this moment he was stalking his next target. Crouched near a patch of grass, his eyes were focused intently on each blade. Occasionally one would twitch, a sign of a bug brushing past it. If he listened closely enough he could make out the sound of a cricket hidden beneath the murmur of the clan as it went about its business. His weight shifted to his haunches, ready to pounce. He was certain he would catch it, as long as no one interrupted him.
The calico apprentice still wasn't sure how he felt about the new-old camp (which was it? It was old, but now its new somehow?). It was pretty messy, what with pretty much being left to rot for the past few seasons, but that at least offered something interesting to look at.... Bah, who was he kidding. He still way preferred their other camp.
Heaving a sigh, he was about to retreat to the apprentices den when he spotted Wolfpaw crouching near some random bit of grass. What the hell was he doing? Now curious, he padded over to the younger tom and peered over his shoulder, "Uh, what are you looking at?" he asked maybe a bit too loudly, considering he was literally right next to Wolfpaw. Oh well.
Rest. Bumblebreak grumbled something under her breath. She didn't need rest, she needed to keep things moving so that ThunderClan didn't fall flat on its face over and over again. Why couldn't more cats see that?
She was quiet after Gentledoe spoke, just resting her eyes and letting the words make rounds in her head. She could trust the she-cat, couldn't she? To actually be present, and get the river rushing again. After a long moment, she inhaled and exhaled softly, before turning her head somewhat so that she could blink up at the brown tabby.
"How would you feel about being a Keeper?" she asked. "There's only one right now, and I have my eye on a couple other cats who I think would do well with it, but I need one more to fill out all the vacant spots, and... y'know, I trust you. I think you'd do good."
GENTLEDOE
messy-furred brown she-cat with heterochromia. she/her
She stared at Bumblebreak for multiple moments, surprise blatant on her features. Seemingly searching for any sign of a joke, anything to mean that the deputy wasn't serious. Finding none, however, Gentledoe sucked in a breath. She was serious. Bumblebreak wanted her to be a Keeper.
A part of her felt... nervous. Could she step up to the task? Gentledoe's tail flicked idly as she thought over the question. She wanted to help ThunderClan. To stop sitting back and watching as the moons go by. To step up and be a part of those who help break ThunderClan out of its loop.
Yeah. She could do it.
With a smile, she reached up to gently boop Bumblebreak's shoulder. A friendly show of affection. "Of course I accept, love. Thank you for believing in me," she purred.
Wolfpaw flinched up, the top of his head colliding with what he presumed to be Goldenpaw’s chin and immediately pain radiated from the impact site. He turned back to his target just in time to watch it flee into a nearby bramble wall, safe from capture. Dang it. He shook his head, trying to shake off the headache from bumping heads with Goldenpaw and properly sat up to look at the intruder on his hunt. “I was trying to catch a cricket - you scared it off.” He was slightly irritated, but wasn’t quite sure how to infuse it in his tone so his sentence was more matter of fact than anything. He hadn’t spoke to many agitated cats, so he wasn’t sure how to express it other than a twitching tail.
He hadnt expected Wolfpaw to being his head up, so he was just as surprised when the collision happened. His jaws were snapped shut at the impact, and a second later he couldve sworn he could tast a bit of blood in his mouth. Blegh, must have bitten his tongue. "oh. Sorry, I guess" Goldenpaw shrugged, scrunching his nose slightly, "Do you do this a lot? Hunting bugs, I mean"
Wolfpaw’s eyes had already retrained on the grass as Goldenpaw spoke, waiting for a flickering piece of grass to cue him in on another bug’s presence. “Uhh, I guess?” How often did he have to do something before he could say that he did it a lot? It’s not like he had much else to do when he lived in the sharpyard, so he guessed he did it a lot then. Here in ThunderClan, though, he had more to do and less time to bug hunt.
Finally, the piece of twitching grass he had been looking for caught his attention and swept away his current thoughts. “There’s another one!” He whispered. “Now shush before you scare this one off.” He wasn’t sure if this one was a cricket, but he’d take any bug at this point.
Wow, this was awkward. He really needed to talk to the other kreachers more, especially Wolfpaw. The movement in the grass stole his attention, though, and he settled on simply sitting and staring. He wasnt quite sure what he was expecting to happen, but hopefully it was at least somewhat fun.
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