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Cuckookit's fur had been utterly soaked, so much so that they were not sure they could separate themselves from the rainwater and mildew. Bird-bone skeleton protruded from a lagging figure, only accentuated by dawn's rosy colors as the sun peered through grey veils of cotton cloud. They sat by...

Just as the cold had faded, the world erupted once more in raucuous symphony. He had hardly roused from sleep before the nursery exploded into winding tangles of hurried and frantic conversation. "What's going on...?" The question fluttered from a downy maw, though no answer came afterwards...

"... Are you sure we should sneak out of the nursery?" Cuckookit's feathery voice sounded through the nursery, though they held one paw to their mouth as Lambkit hushed them. Luckily, none of the other kittens nor the queens had stirred from an uneventful slumber, flanks rising and falling...

Bumping this! I'm so sorry about the unexpected inactivity, it's likely going to continue until May :c I edited a portion of the original post to reflect the time added to Cuckoo's character arc to reflect the time lost. I'll be checking in with everyone who indicated interest but this is also...

THANK YOU GUYS FOR THE INTEREST BOTH HERE AND DISCORD! And added a little note about when I'd like to choose someone for the role :3

Are you interested in a close friendship for Y/C that is ultimately fated to end? Do you like miscommunication, broken promises, and resentment? Well... I have the plot for you! It starts when Cuckookit and Y/C grow incredibly close during kithood, becoming almost inseparable friends. This will...

"Okay." Cuckookit's monotonous voice fluttered from their lips, as though their verses flew from his maw as detritus, a byproduct of passive life rather than an impassioned declaration. It was not that they had been afflicted by melancholy nor anguish; rather, they had become content in drifting...

[ Slight TW for emetophobia - nothing bad! Just a quick mention :) ] As a purveyor of the strange and eccentric, Cuckookit found themselves wandering along the ends of Skyclan's shadow-shrouded camp. Longhaired purls of matted pelt dragged along the snowdrift, tracking grime and muck everywhere...

"Mm... Journey...?" Baby-blue eyes blinked as Cuckookit padded up to the impossibly-tall warriors. The little kitten had heard rumblings of the Journey before, a faraway fantasy that seemed so distant from their place on the frigid earth. It all seemed so strenuous - the fighting, the running...

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"H-Hey! No fair... I was already 'it' a lot! Come back!" Cuckookit shrieked in protest as he chased after their sibling, though each step through the snowdrift only brought him farther away from Brightkit, as though the mush of winter's unwanted began to seep even into Maine Coon paws...

Cuckookit had taken a liking to feathers recently. The kitten enjoyed their splendiferous colors as they burst through the monotonous alabaster, like plumules of ripe fruit through mistral muse, though the young one hardly knew what fruit or flowers or anything beyond the winter was. This had...

Cuckookit's pointed ears lilted upwards at Howlfire's familiar voice, with icy-blue eyes following like twin gentle flames, bobbing upwards to meet a mirror of moonglade. They recognized her as one of the many visitors to the nursery, with molten golden gaze and titan-tall limbs. They often...