- Sep 2, 2024
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Since having been released upon WindClan with his littermates like a plague, Comfreykit had found that he rather preferred the solemnity of the nursery, as hard as it was to find solitude when it was full of rambunctious, learning-their-way kittens. The point was that Comfreykit preferred time to himself, and he'd found that sometimes, as long as mother was watching, he could leave the nursery and look around. It wasn't being by himself, exactly, but it provided more stimulation than he had fumbling about in the nursery between larger and smaller paws. There was a whole world out there that he had yet to come to know, and he wanted to know so badly what all there was to know.
That was how he found himself out of the nursery, though still close by, kitten-blue eyes searching the faces of each cat who passed by. He wasn't sure what he was looking for, but he was certainly searching for something in each of those faces; and though some time had passed, Comfreykit looked back over his shoulder at mother, checking to see if she was still there, watching over him as he waited. Rocking himself back and forth as he turned back around to the greater camp, Comfreykit's gaze passed over the ever-watchful Dimmingsun - better known to him as the tom whose tail had been the target of the brood's antics.
A breeze wafted towards the kit, and he looked forward, eyes focusing in on a cream-and-mink pelt that had just started by. And he didn't know why, or how, but Comfreykit knew that this was who he'd been waiting and looking for all afternoon in front of the nursery. Getting to paws that were growing steadier with each passing day, Comfreykit started forward, all notions of obeying mother and staying close by forgotten as he traipsed after the tom that had just passed by. He didn't call out, didn't mewl or attempt a greeting, just followed after the other tom. It was a rather funny sight, Thistlepaw having found himself with a little duckling tagging after him.
That was how he found himself out of the nursery, though still close by, kitten-blue eyes searching the faces of each cat who passed by. He wasn't sure what he was looking for, but he was certainly searching for something in each of those faces; and though some time had passed, Comfreykit looked back over his shoulder at mother, checking to see if she was still there, watching over him as he waited. Rocking himself back and forth as he turned back around to the greater camp, Comfreykit's gaze passed over the ever-watchful Dimmingsun - better known to him as the tom whose tail had been the target of the brood's antics.
A breeze wafted towards the kit, and he looked forward, eyes focusing in on a cream-and-mink pelt that had just started by. And he didn't know why, or how, but Comfreykit knew that this was who he'd been waiting and looking for all afternoon in front of the nursery. Getting to paws that were growing steadier with each passing day, Comfreykit started forward, all notions of obeying mother and staying close by forgotten as he traipsed after the tom that had just passed by. He didn't call out, didn't mewl or attempt a greeting, just followed after the other tom. It was a rather funny sight, Thistlepaw having found himself with a little duckling tagging after him.
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! please wait for @THISTLEPAW ! + mother tag @BLUEFROST
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COMFREYKIT ✩ kit of windclan, zero moons
→ walks hunched over.
→ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
→ penned by Archivist → .archivist on discord.