Recent content by Riverkit

RIVERKITHE/THEY RIVERCLAN KIT Riverkit finds it difficult to understand why death was so monumental to his clanmates. Death as a concept in itself is something he struggles to comprehend, to nod with his head and say "I get it". Lichenstar had passed suddenly, shaking the Clan to its core. They...

RIVERKITHE/THEY RIVERCLAN KIT The medics' den does not become more comforting the longer he spends time here, the more days he's forced to be alone on his sickbed. He hates having been born like this, faulty, with missing pieces. His lungs are bad, his head hurts constantly — what will it be...

RIVERKITHE/THEY RIVERCLAN KIT Riverkit hates it. Hates the sun; bright and full in the sky, taunting him with its glow. His eyelids are already heavy enough as they are, he absolutely does not need to squint his eyes any further beneath the sunlight — and it gets worse, because his migraines...

RIVERKITHE/THEY RIVERCLAN KIT She takes it with the same grace she carries herself with, and a pleasant smile spreads across his maw. A feathery tail wraps itself around his body, his giddy little hum interrupted by one of his wheezes. Great. No matter, he still feels just fine. A pathetic purr...

RIVERKITHE/THEY RIVERCLAN KIT Little stone she calls him. Tells him to stay close, not that he was planning to go far anyway. He had his mother all to himself tonight, without her having to divide attention between four kits. A feathery tail whisks as he rises from the nest and trails after her...

RIVERKITHE/THEY RIVERCLAN KIT His father's sister - his aunt, the proper calling coming to him like an epiphany - always has fresh bellflowers woven into her fur, among other things; but the sharp contrast between her pale pelage and the indigo flowers are what always catch his attention. He...

RIVERKITHE/THEY RIVERCLAN KIT They had been introduced to water not long ago, now, and Riverkit spends every waking moment thinking of it. Of the river, his namesake; of the way he instinctively relaxed as the water lapped onto his frame. But sunlight made him miserable, as did the hustle and...

RIVERKITHE/THEY RIVERCLAN KIT He cannot say that he enjoys this. Being out in the sun, his half-lidded eyes squinting even further beneath the blinding glow. His head hurts, pulses, and he feels nausea creeping in the longer he stays out. The talking doesn't help, either; but he pushes through...

RIVERKITHE/THEY RIVERCLAN KIT He comes into the world like a little stormcloud, shifting gray hues covering the silvery-blue beneath. He enters this world with a breath, a wheeze, small frame tucked neatly beside their mother and littermates, beneath the sunspark gaze of their father. The...