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.·:*¨༺ ❀ ༻¨*:·. Rosepaw, in all honesty, hadn’t known what to expect from this outing. With Stormywing at the patrol's helm, who knew what the ash-colored tabby had in store for all of them. The older warriors presence is commanding as she whirls around, capturing Rosepaw’s drifting attention...

.·:*¨༺ ❀ ༻¨*:·. The first moon on Rosepaw’s apprenticeship was beginning to set, and admittedly the past four quarter-moons have felt lackluster for the dappled apprentice. She was the only one to blame, though- it’s not like there was much of an effort to connect with her peers, or anyone else...

.·:*¨༺ ❀ ༻¨*:·. There is a songbird chime in the air that breaks the intermediate silence of the traveling group. So far, apprenticehood had been nothing like Rosepaw would have imagined as a kit, tucked into her mothers ribs. Constantly, the brindled tortoiseshell was sitting on a cusp of...

.·:*¨༺ ❀ ༻¨*:·. Flamestar’s forewarning is heeded well, and Rosekit tentatively tucks brindled paws under herself, withered-leaf hues wide and expectant. Flamestar dives into the story without a blink, and as new information is laid out for Rosekit to process, the girl finds herself nearly...

.·:*¨༺ ❀ ༻¨*:·. Rosekit’s excitement was palpable, her whiskers practically twitched with eager anticipation. She and Scarkit had been kept cooped up within the confines of the nursery for far too long, and Flamestar’s twisted sense of history had only renewed Rosekit’s ambition in her purpose...

.·:*¨༺ ❀ ༻¨*:·. From the mouth of the nursery, bronze hues are steady on staring onwards. She had been here with Scarkit for some time now, and while Rosekit had gotten acclimated quickly, the brindled kitten had also begun to feel nearly useless. They had been sent here for a reason alongside...

.·:*¨༺ ❀ ༻¨*:·. When Rosekit had been born, her mother had rasped a sand-surfaced tongue over her wet fur and willed life into Scarkit with a mothers passion. That had been Rosekit’s first brush with maternal affection, and that was what she had grown from during her time with Redflower...

.·:*¨༺ ❀ ༻¨*:·. Their arrival to camp had been met with a mixture of reactions, some strangers had welcomed them by looking upon the girls with a critical gaze as the half-starved, snow-dripping duo was lugged into camp with that first patrol. To those, Rosekit struggled not to retaliate; how...

.·:*¨༺ ❀ ༻¨*:·. The cold that pinches at the girls cheeks and swells snot around her nostrils is unlike anything Rosekit had ever known before; snow batters harshly against the tortoiseshells weak frame, but not even natures wrath would compare to her mothers if Rosekit didn’t comply. If Scarkit...

[bimg width=250px]https://f2.toyhou.se/file/f2-toyhou-se/images/95909909_278VhY1zIkAc2An.png[/bimg]◸ ROSEKIT Priority ▹ Casual ↳ 5 post per month gender ▹ genderfluid + she/they age ▹ 8 moons ↳ ages double time on the 14th of every month clan ▹ Kit of ThunderClan Link to tags ▹ here...

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.·:*¨༺ ❀ ༻¨*:·. There’s an ache in Rosekit’s bones, and it grows with each passing day. When it first appeared, Rosekit had nearly let herself succumb to it’s painful thrum, that is until she had looked to Scarkit and recognized herself in the same light as her sibling. Now, she fuels herself...

.·:*¨༺ ❀ ༻¨*:·. It is still dark when chocolate eyes flutter open, creasing against the sting of the stale, frosted air. It had been becoming colder outside, everything was now coated in a strange sheen of white that was near painful to the touch. Redflower’s ribs dug into the kittens back from...

.·:*¨༺ ❀ ༻¨*:·. The sensation in Rosekit’s belly is strange and throbbing, the emptiness between her ribcage has had the girl squirming the entire time her mother had been gone, it was uncomfortable, and it make her skin itch. Rosekit was hungry, and when her mothers call prompts milky-blue eyes...