Flock Together [p]

[Mica]

Hawkfur
WindClan Fury
he/him | 53 moons
[Russet tabby with tuxedo markings and sky blue eyes]
Purrks: Flock Together T3, Beefed Up T1
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Hanged Man ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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[Crowkit - @Oliver ] [Egretkit - @furrensic ] [Gracklekit - @ophelia ]
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Poking his head into the nursery, Hawkfur steeled himself against the familiar scents of milk and kittens as it overwhelmed him. After spending a moon straight in the nursery alongside his mate and kits, coming back to it now involved a lot of memories the Fury was still working through. It had been several days since Bravebird had passed, and since then Crowtooth had become deputy, Hawkfur had slowly slipped back into his duties, and life continued on. As much as Hawkfur wanted to slam the walls down over the memories of his beloved to keep them pristine and unmarred by depression, he had a new responsibility to uphold.

Three new responsibilities, actually. "Crowkit, Egretkit, Gracklekit!" Hawkfur whispered, azure gaze seeking out his kits. They were rapidly approaching two moons old now, and Hawkfur felt himself reeling at how big they were already getting. Once he was sure he'd gotten their attentions, Hawkfur gave them all a soft, fatherly smile. "Come outside, loves. I've got something to show you."

Slipping back out of the den, Hawkfur came face to face with the three gifts he had aqquired out on the moors. Well, one of them had come from RiverClan's territory, but since the river cats hadn't returned yet, he considered whatever was on their land fair game. Hawkfur swept his tail over the gifts, hiding them from view of his beloved sons and daughter as they tumbled out of the nursery.

[And thus, finally, bonding time begins <3]

[ophelia]

[ @Mica @Oliver @furrensic ]

GRACKLEKIT

The pale brown kitten's ears perked up at the familiar voice. Blinking groggy eyes, he stirred from his napping spot, regretful to leave the warmth behind. "C'mon, dummies!" he crowed cheekily at his siblings, getting to his tiny paws. He shook out his pelt briefly, blissfully unaware of the smushed fur around the right side of his face.

Excitement growing, the tom bounded out of the den, skidding to a stop in front of his father. "What is it?" he inquired, leaning forward eagerly. His mind immediately begin going through the possibilities. Yummy prey maybe? No, that was just his stomach talking. That wasn't nearly cool enough. The fang of a Tigerclan warrior!!!! Okay, maybe that was asking for too much.

[idia]

EGRETKIT
she/her . 1 moon . dark brown and lilac tabby with dappling with cream markings and blue eyes
[ no purrks ]

it's warm and comfy in the nest egretkit shares with her brothers – curled up in a ball as she dreams about eating a super duper big bird with her friends and family. bicolor ears twitch at a familiar voice calling her name. she flips, then flops, then finally opens her eyes, murmuring something incoherently as she blinks the final bit of her grogginess away. it takes her a second, but her brain processes that, oh! it's papa!

"PAPA!" egretkit cheers, quick to rush after her brother, gracklekit to the mouth of the nursery. ooh, papa has stuff to show them all? papa is a big cat, meaning he can leave the camp. so, whatever he wants to show them must be super cool! and..oh, what's the word? oh, oh - rare! but..she doesn't see anything? nose scrunching, she inspects her father, trying to spot any items. she fails to see anything so then she's looking at gracks, grinning widely.

"oh! oh, I know what it is, gracks!" she announces in a confident tone, followed by a nod. "I bet it's a really big bird! I was even dreaming about one just a second ago, too." yes, the huge bird she dreamt about definitely manifested a physical form, and her papa caught it. a feast for everybody!

[ @Mica @ophelia @Oliver I am very bad with ages,,sweats,,but I believe egret should still be 1 atm - feel free to correct me if they're all 2 by now! ]

[Dolomedes]

Crowkit
| He/him | WC Kit | Moons: 1 | Purrks: None |

Crowkit was half distracted with his brilliant plan to dig out from under the nursery so that he could have a secret tunnel in and out for his tricks! Imagine! If someone was like ‘Crowkit! I asked for a mouse not a vole-’ because isnt that just the trickiest trick that ever tricked, then he could just hop right out the nursery from under their nose! They would have no idea where he even was! How was that for sneaky, Deadmoon ma’am! The kitten cheered in his mind as he attempted to dig his tiny claws into the soil of the nursery. He didn’t hear as Papabird called all the litter together, and he didn’t even hear Gracklekit! It was only when Egretkit cheered out for papa that Crowkit looked up to see what was going on.

Only to see that his siblings were already way ahead of him! WHAT! That was so not fair! What was going on, and why were they trying to exclude Crowkit from it. So mean! The crowbaby quickly dropped his current project and quickly turned to bound his way over to wherever Egretkit and Gracklekit were going because obviously that meant Crowkit had to . “Papa! Papabird! Wha’s goin’ on!” And why is Crowy being left out! This was so unfair! He stopped at his papa’s paws, looking up expectantly and excitedly.

[ @Mica - Hawkfur | @furrensic - Egretkit | @ophelia - Gracklekit ]

[Mica]

Hawkfur
WindClan Fury
he/him | 53 moons
[Russet tabby with tuxedo markings and sky blue eyes]
Purrks: Flock Together T3, Killer Aptitude T1
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Hanged Man ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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[Crowkit - @oliver ] [Egretkit - @furrensic ] [Gracklekit - @ophelia ]
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There, all his loves gathered at his paws. Each one came with a different type of enthusiasm that had the bereaved tom's heart soaring. Gracklekit immediately took charge, herding his siblings until he gave up and settled at his father's paws first. Hawkfur leaned down and rasped his tongue over his youngest son's ears. Egretkit was quick to follow, fur ruffled from sleep just like Gracklepaw. She squealed about what the gift could be, and suddenly Hawkfur's stomach flipped with anxiety. Oh... maybe he should have brought them a big bird to share. But no, they weren't old enough yet, right? They weren't old enough for solid prey until.. oh. Yeah, they could right about now. Drats! Great work, Father of the Season. Egretkit recieved a fatherly lick like her brother, smoothing down the brown and lilac fur on her head. "Not quite, love. Some other time, aye?" Then Crowkit screamed out of the nursery, covered in... dirt?? Hawkfur stared incredulously at his elder son, confusion clear in his sky-blue gaze. How had he gotten so dirty? Stars, he was really following the pawsteps of his uncle, wasn't he? Hawkfur leaned down to clean Crowkit's face, unashamedly fussing over him until he was presentable.

Well now that all three were gathered, Hawkfur supposed it was time for him to unveil the surprise. But as he stared at his kits, a sudden wave of anxiety washed over him. This was a stupid gift. They would be so disappointed and he would feel awful for moons because who would even want what he had under his tail? All of his troubles clouded over his eyes and settled on his russet features like carrion-birds over crow-food. Hawkfur stared at his kits, words abandoning him to join the rapidly swirling hurricane of anxiety in his head. His jaw worked open and closed, trying to push apologies and retract his earlier statement, but all that came out was a pained wheeze.

It was that noise that finally snapped him to his senses. What kind of father was he, allowing his anxiety to get the better of him right in front of them? The Fury sucked in a breath, closing his eyes to reset his brain. He counted his heartbeats. 1. 2. 3. 4. 1. 2. 3. 4. When he opened his eyes again, his facial muscles finally moved into a benign smile.

"Gracklekit. Since you were first, you'll get yours first." His voice was a little shaky, chest spasming as he lifted his tail to pull out a shiny, iridescent black feather. 1. 2. 3. 4. "This is a grackle feather. It's from the bird that you are named after. Look--It shines green--" he pushed the feather up onto one of his toes so it caught the light in a specific way, "--purple--" and the other way, "--and blue. Isn't that neat?" Oh he sounded so stupid right now.

1. 2. 3. 4. Hawkfur turned to Egretkit, pulling out a pure white feather. He pushed it towards his teeny daughter. "This is an egret feather. The bird you're named after. They've got super long legs and are pretty tall! Imagine riding one of those over the moors, hm?" Okay, this was becoming a bit easier.

And finally, Crowkit. Hawkfur pulled out a large shiny black feather that shone a soft blue in the sunlight. "This is a crow feather. And while you were specifically named after your uncle, he was named after the crow." At least, Hawkfur thought so. He didn't actually know if Crowwtooth had been named after another relative or something. Too late to ask now! "Crows can get super big and are super loud, so you can imagine why he was named after one." He winked at his son, his anxieties forgotten.

As the trio inspected their gifts, Hawkfur sat back and studied them. Did they like them? Did they know how much he loved them? How they kept the nightmares away? How they made life worth living? Of course they didn't. They were so, so young. And he had his entire life to watch them grow up. The thought had tears pricking his eyes.

[Sorry guys from your mom you got badassery and from your dad you got Anxiety Disorder. And we said we were going to do 2 moons a month but if we did that they'd be 4 moons so... :sweats: lowkey forgot about aging them lmao! They were born on August 2 (using the last post in the birth thread as reference). We could toss them at 2-3 moons, but its up to you guys :3]