Sun Mote Copse Submitted for the approval of the Midnight Society…

Cameo from this booger so he stops falling off the ranks…

Bushtit paid no attention to his mother’s epithets, though he could hear them perfectly well. He even understood them, to an extent. Turd, he thought to himself, giving a few final tugs before popping off and looking up at Towhee’s face with a shark-like grin.

Turt, he tried, smacking his milky lips.

Rhonen appeared in the doorway. Bushtit gazed up at him. He hopped onto all fours but he didn’t approach the yearling. Instead, he peered toward the back of The Taigh and waddled toward his favorite skin tucked up against the rear wall. He stretched out on it with a sigh.

Before he closed his eyes to nap, Bushtit blew them a kiss.