Recent content by Doekit.

Doekit was dying of boredom without any mischief of her own to get into—now that spring had sprung, she was thoroughly beginning to go stir-crazy—and had nearly given up and sulked back into the nursery for a nap when suddenly the frantic of a rabbit chased by a warrior seemed to make the ground...

Doekit was struck by Babblekit's urgency and slowly crept over to where the other kitten was gathering the snow on the leaf, crouched down with wonder dancing in her eyes. She had a quiet ponder to herself, thinking about what might have made the last remnants of winter so special that her...

Doekit regarded the happy couple with wide eyes, wondering if she would have time to make friends with the new kittens before she moved to the apprentice den. It was only two moons away, so she wasn't sure, but she was excited at the prospect of new den-mates regardless. The daughter of a rather...

"Hi, what are you doing?" Doekit approached the older feline with an ever-inquisitive gaze, green eyes vibrant with a youthful zest for life. She always coveted the apprentices, especially elder ones like Laurelpaw—The tortie so close to warriorhood and the true freedom that Doekit, at her...

If she weren't so focused on the current ant invasion taking place in her pelt, she might have been a little embarrassed by the events that transpired. Dimly, she recognized herself as feeling a little flustered and overwhelmed, mostly by the ants themselves but partially by the modest attention...

Doekit's gaze was curious as she watched Brackenscar emerge from the tunnels, imagining what it would be like to be so comfortable underground. She couldn't imagine being at ease amongst the walls of dirt, her own paws craved the open moor and she was counting the days until she could bask under...

Doekit's expression is one of gentle curiosity, wide green eyes following Carminekit's form from a distance — He seemed caught up in his own thoughts, too busy to play with the rest of the nursery kits, yet she still felt she should extend a greeting towards him at the very least. As the brown...

There was a chill in the air that morning, the wind ripping across the moorland with enough ferocity to ruffle even the thickest of coats. Regardless, the small framed kit dared to brave the terrain regardless; this despite the instinctual urge for her to curl up into a ball amongst other kits...

overview ✧ doekit — named after her light brown coat — female \ she-her-hers \ unknown sexuality — 4 moons \ ages on the 1st — kit of windclan relationships ✧ unknown parent X unknown parent — gen 1, no siblings ✧ MATE TO...? n/a — mother/father/parent to...? n/a ✧ MENTORING...? n/a —...