pafp (𓆞) TESTED BY GODDESSES ࿏ questions

[Pinepaw ⭒]

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- Pinekit had been far from a mere observer, from the day she and Shellpaw had spotted that grotesque two-leg across the river, the brindled she-kit had been bursting at the seams, the oddities in the form of slobbering beasts, painful litter across the shores, washed up fish, the strange fish that had made all those creaking noises down the river…
It was all terrifying, and exhilarating, and confusing. Pinekit had been able to hold back for the sake of the equally confused warriors around her, but then her friends had begun to go missing. Moonbeam was gone, even Hazecloud! It had been jarring admittedly, the queen had always seemed so untouchable, just like mama. Luckily, just as the kitten had started getting herself dizzy with all her run-around thoughts, familiar tawny feet had marched right up into her downcasted peripheral, honeyed hues to see her Uncle Ferngill with an elated squeal, the fish in his maw only an added bonus. If the tom had other plans for his afternoon, he would unfortunately be sorely mistaken as Pinekit had tapped a paw against the spot next to her, her other forepaw pointing at the fish, it was lunch time, wasn’t it?
Sat upright, each time she had to push the meal back to Ferngill, the impatient tapping of her tail against the ground would be blatant, honeyed gaze lost in thought. “Where do two-legs come from?” While he answered, she would help herself to a bite, her chews hurried.
“M’kay, well why’re they so ugly? Oh! Is it cause they’re all uh-” what was that one word… “fleshy? Pink?”

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── IF YOUR LOVE’S THE TRUTH ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ OR DECEIT ──┐‎

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  PAFP — @FERNGILL
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  PINEKIT ✩ she/her, kit of riverclan, 2 moons.
  ⭃ plush-furred tortoiseshell she-kit with white dipped forepaws, tail tip, and muzzle and round, honey hued optics.
  ⭃ daughter of Iciclefang && Stormywing ࿏ sister to Cragkit && Crabkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[FERNGILL]

It was probably an expected thing that Ferngill would become quite a pushover for his sister's kits. If he was ever a father himself, he imagined he might be able to provide a little more discipline... but with Cragkit, Crabkit and Pinekit he found it near impossible to tell them off for anything. Moonbeam and Hazecloud's disappearances worried him greatly- the both of them, they were dear friends to him. Though he always held on to glowing hope- refused to let himself falter, insisting that they had to be fine- the distraction that Pinekit's prodding paw gave him was a very welcome one. With a softening eye of verdant green, he gazed upon his niece.

Lunch time. Wonderful! He hadn't been expecting a question like that to spring out of her mouth, though. It made sense, he supposed, that PInekit should question these things- she was a curious soul. It was one of the many things he adored about her- a tireless enthusiasm blazed bright within her, something he recognised within both of them, even if Pinekit was a little clone of her mother.

"Don't know... suppose they live in Clans, like us?" Maybe that's what the fabled Twolegplace was.... a big Clan camp. Why're they so ugly? That abrupt question earned a snort of laughter from Ferngill's nose, shoulders jerking with the motion. He took a bite out of their shared meal as he pondered, chewing as the cogs in his brain whirred. "I think it's their horrible spidery paws," he murmured. "They're all long and grabby. Wouldn't want to be anywhere near that."​

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[Graypaw]

Graykit is in a similar boat as Pinekit. The whirlwind of twoleg activity swirls in his brain as he desperately wracks his mind for answers. Answers to questions that are, as it turned out, very similar to the ones that Pinekit was now asking their uncle Ferngill. He doesn't mean to eavsedrop because he has been told that it is rude, but he can't help it. Not when the camp was as small as it was and when he just so happened to be nearby... Okay so what if he had purposefully positioned himself within hearing range? He was just curious, that was all!

The idea that twoleg's lived in clans just like them unnerved him. He didn't want to be similar to a twoleg in any way shape or form and the idea that they shared something in common had a shiver running along his spine "Why do they come here?" he finds himself asking before he can think better of it. Great, now he just gave away that he had been listening in! But surely Pinekit and Ferngill wouldn't mind right?

( ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ) I can feel you leaving

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  GRAYKIT RIVERCLAN KITTEN ; HE / HIM
  LILYBLOOM X LAKEMOON BROTHER TO SNOWKIT
  

  A plush coated kitten with a pelt marbled in varying shades of gray and white. He has dull green eyes and a tall stature. Most of his personality can be described as carefree though some also say that unmotivated is a more than apt term. His trust and love is easily won through praise but he will do little work to receive it.

  ✶ easy in battle + no formal training
  

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[FOXTAIL]

Anytime the young warrior glances at the nursery, Hazecloud's empty nest makes his stomach twist in guilt. He wanted to avoid looking at the nursery all together, but that's an impossible feat. His apprentice, Pebblepaw, has been sleeping in his mother's nest for the last couple days, and he likes to check in on Robinheart, a good friend of his. He'd check in on Hazecloud and her kits too.... if she was safe within the walls of the nursery. He lets out a sigh as he begins to walk by it, his ears pricking up as Ferngill talks to his niece. "Where do twolegs come from?" A curious... innocent question indeed. Pinekit has never seen the oddly built nests that twolegs call home.... as she's never been out of camp before. They seem to live in groups, perhaps in a community? He tries not to think of Hazecloud as he makes his way over, the young tom giving Ferngill a nod of agreement. "I t-think they live in groups t-too...." He adds on, with a flick of an ear as light paw steps reach his ears.

"Why do they come here?"

His olive green eyes glance over to Graykit, and the young warrior sits himself down on the ground.... his bushy tail wrapping around his paws. "...I s-suppose they l-like the fish too," He mews. It's more than just the fish, that's for sure. ...If they were just here to steal RiverClan's fish, they wouldn't be placing traps throughout their territory. His paws lightly tremble, and the warrior wishes the twolegs would leave them be. He too wonders why their presence has strengthened... but he'll never truly understand how the mind of a twoleg works. "Their presence always heightens once it's warm again," He murmurs as he glances over at Ferngill for some input, "It would be easier if t-they left us alone..." But that would be an impossible task for the twolegs to accomplish...​

𝐨𝐨𝐜 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭

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  credit to raphaelion (via da) for the artwork <3
  
• Foxtail

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  warrior
  20 moons
  warmhearted
  timid
  experience: trained
  backstory: [HYPERLINK]
  biography: [HYPERLINK]
  credit to meghan for the chibi <3
  

  cisgender male [he / him]
  eyes: green
  pelt: cinnamon/chocolate
  fur length: long
  parents: dawnflower and redfur (riverclan npcs)
  

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[HORIZONPAW [transferred]]

The constant "why?" of the other kittens is beginning to get on his nerves. As though the appearance of the twolegs were just some big game for everyone to play, like everyone who went missing was just in a big game of hide-and-seek. As though the twolegs were only a scary story, like tales of wolves and bears, a legend lurking far past the borders brought into the fore of young minds.

Horizonkit can't come up with much of a reason for the anger. It's not the just the questions. He knows himself to be brimming with them, bulging at the seams, drooling them in his sleep. He is a waterlogged bundle of moss; he is a queenless swarm of bees. It's the shining eyes that sets him off. Curiosity without consequence, wanting to know for the sake of knowing, because it's not their mother, not their brother, not their sister. They ask because they can, not because they have to, but Horizonkit has to.

So he lurks at the edges of the conversation, verdant eyes glued to the fiery stranger sitting with his kin, joined by the cat who lost Hazecloud. None of them say anything of value. Twolegs are disgusting, they're everywhere, they're boring, they like fish—so what? Everyone likes fish. "What are you doing to find them?" he wants to spit, right in the ginger-tailed warrior's face.

Like fish scales pulled the wrong way, bristles begin to poke out of his silvery spine. Seems like you're not doing anything. If he were a warrior, he would be spending every moment of every sunrise looking for them, not sitting here asking frivolous questions, yammering like swallows, taking up the space that should be his family's.

riverclan kit | "speech." | tags​

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[Pinepaw ⭒]

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- Her uncles response is underwhelming when it first begins to work through the cogs of Pinekit’s brain. When the ginger tom points out the fact that they have awful, gangly paws, Pinekit’s eyes instinctively flicker to her own, her toes flex. “Ew.” The child finally concludes, shaking with the icy shudder that snakes its way along her spine. Graykit trots on up like he is supposed to be in their conversation, but the intrusion is quick to be forgiven when her cousin rectifies with the real hard-pressing questions. Foxtail is drawn over by Graykit’s curiosity, and mottled ears flatten against her crown. “Y’mean… they come back?” That last word encapsulates all the disgust etched into youthful features. Horizonkits presence is not missed by Pinekit, simply ignored spare for an initial side-eye. She can’t really blame the other for his broody attitude, given what he has been made to endure. Still, her sympathy didn’t mean she was jumping to invite all the bad energy into her time with her uncle, either. “How’d they even live? They don’t got fur.”

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── IF YOUR LOVE’S THE TRUTH ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ OR DECEIT ──┐‎

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  PINEKIT ✩ she/her, kit of riverclan, 4 moons.
  ⭃ plush-furred tortoiseshell she-kit with white dipped forepaws, tail tip, and muzzle and round, honey hued optics.
  ⭃ daughter of Iciclefang && Stormywing ࿏ sister to Cragkit && Crabkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[EVENINGPAW]

Unlike Graykit, Eveningkit does not really mind if her eavesdropping grows too obvious. This is a shared space, after all... and with their lessened numbers, it feels more and more airy, so it's even more difficult to ignore conversations even if she tried. (She doesn't try.)

Unlike Horizonkit, Eveningkit knows the exact source of her anger. He, too, is mourning the loss of both Pebblepaw and Hazecloud, but she has already channeled most of that pain into hatred for Twolegs. Hate is a strong word — or so the adults like to say whenever a game got too heated and it slipped out of a kit's maw — and she's a bit alarmed by the overwhelming sensation it brings.

Still. It feels... just.

She refuses to let tears show, staring towards the smaller gathering of cats, making sure her gaze is lowered enough that nothing is too visible. The fur on her forehead shifts with the ferocity that pulls at and knits her eyebrows. Not even the fish Pinekit is munching on gives her any appetite back.

"Everything about them is ugly." The statement rings of confidence, a certain self-assuredness that she is right. All they do is take. And look dumb. She tries to ignore the way Ferngill and Foxtail respond- like they know next to nothing about the Twolegs, truly, apart from the obvious: keep away. If the adults don't know, how should she know? Should Pebblepaw have known?

Then, narrowed eyes find Foxtail again. The heat radiating from those slits is not directed at him... but it wouldn't be surprising if it catches him off-guard. "Well, the fish is ours. They should get something new to play with."
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[TWINKLEPAW]

Well, unlike her siblings, Twinklekit isn’t angry. She feels like she should be, like she should be wanting to scream into the night. But simply she is just sad. No anger courses through her veins, tiny claws do not want to grow out from their sheathes, she just wants to bury her face in her mother’s nest, smell her scent, and sleep.

Too much has changed recently, she’s lost too much- Twinklekit’s sadness weighs heavy in her heart. She manages to repress it, the best she can anyways, most days.

Twinklekit is quiet as Pinkkit inquires further, as Eveningkit berates the twolegs with narrowed eyes of anger. She wishes she could be angry with them too. Instead she nods approvingly and remains quiet, listening on the sidelines.

𓆟 INFO BATTLE

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  » Twinklekit
  » RiverClan Kit
  » She/her . AFAB
  » A pretty blue lynx sepia with blue eyes
  » ”Speech”․ thoughts ․ attack
  
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  » A meager kitten, defeating her is no boastful feat.
  » Excels in hiding, running from danger.
  » Fights defensively to survive.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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