Recent content by starlitpaw

What a lesson to learn... Starlitkit watches from afar the scene that unfolds. He hardly notices Mumblekit's attempt until she is hoisted into the air, shrieking desperately. By her own father, no less. And he reports his wayward daughter to the leader and deputy, who then punish her twice...

[ @wiltingkit obvi before the kits are split up! ] They sit like a statue, jaw tensed, tail stuck to their side as if sapped there. Starlitkit wants to believe that they're no longer haunted by Kite's words - the damnation, the unequivocal nature of their words. "I am bad," they had said. "You...

Having grown up alongside Hollowkit thus far, they know the other cannot see well. It's like knowing they have a tail and a nose - it just happens to be and it's never drawn attention from the bulkier sibling. Perhaps once or twice in kittenish fun, Starlitkit has played in a manner that...

@wiltingkit A huff. Starlitkit reclines next to the pale side of their sister, the sun's now-warm rays drenching them in a light that they do not favor. But she does. Maybe she believes that she will bloom if she stands so tall within it, unlike her namesake. "Have you... seen a flower yet?"...

@larkspurkit They haul the haunch of a rabbit with them, the bulk of it dragging through newleaf mud and newly grown grass. The child has promised the warrior they got it from that they would eat every bite - and in truth, it was a lie from the start. Every bite would be eaten, certainly, but...

The fastest among them may very well be the first born - lanky and long nosed, Rook-kit could so easily cut through the air with his wit and claws and outpace the trembling Mumblekit with ease. Wiltingkit isn't one to bother in tests like this, the brawny kitten doesn't think, and both Hollowkit...

Food is... food. Food is often messy, covered in blood and whatever the environment has to offer. They have only ever known frail and thin meals, their own sustenance thus far supplemented with Kitewail's failing milk supply. The argument over Sorrowthroat's stench and ilk quite literally goes...

Starlitkit is not one to wander. And yet, despite the camp's boundaries being deemed as such, the child simply... surpasses them. Perhaps there is a rare inkling of curiosity flashing behind pale green eyes, or maybe a need to find work that even their kittenish paws could do. Regardless, they...

It is... rare to have the attention of their aunt and leader solely on their own. Starlitkit treasures it, to a degree, especially when it is on terms they prefer. The sun has set, dusk slowly making itself an unintelligible night, and the air is... chilled, but not cold. A stiff breeze still...

"Tch..." Starlitkit closes their eyes for a long moment. Kitewail must be hunting, they figure, or off arguing with Coyotecrown... It doesn't normally matter, the little kit thinks, except for when their caretaker is annoyed with them simply existing. Not only that, but the other older cats...

Starlitkit does not prefer the day. The light the sun gives is too bright for their light eyes and dark pelt. If allowed, they have shifted their habits to sleep during the sun's peak in the sky and only wake when it descends. It doesn't always work out for them - having four siblings and...

Starlitkit stares into the nothing. The realm beyond them flickers to death, the sun tearing bleeding ribbons into the sky befors it dims entirely. Stars light it then - a promise of what comes of the end. The child watches each faint light with an assured curiosity, as if a sign will be sent...

The first breath is a painful one. It rips through them with consequence, the rough tongue of their parent bringing to life what little spurs in their chest. It is not as if air enters their lungs and fills their chest to the brim - an already unknown feeling confusing their infant mind - but...