no angst shouldve realized everyone is dumb // cuddle pile

PLAY US LIKE PAWNS AND RELENTLESSLY CONFINE
INTO LIVING UP TO GENDER ROLES AND HAVING ABSENT MINDS
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periwinklebreeze 22 moons demi-boy windclan queen
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It is by now a well established fact that, of all the cats in windclan, Periwinklebreeze is certainly the one to go too if you need a good cuddle, or are feeling a bit too cold and want to share some warmth, or really if you just want a soft pillow to rest your head upon and cant be bothered to fluff up your nest. From sootstar herself to sunstar and everyone in btween, the boy has shared comfortable naps with them all - never one to turn someone away from sharing tongues or a napping space.

And today is hardly different - quiet snuffles of leaving pale figure as he lays curled up with his kits. He is, for once, not within the safe and secluded shelter or the nursery - instead he'd found it comforting to drift off amongst the rest of the clan, swapping stories of the stars and those who'd come before long into the night. But now, curled up as he is with feather soft tail streatched out and paws tucked daintily beneath his pale frame... well certianly, it looks comfortable doesnt it? Surely, he wouldnt mind a few more cuddle buddies?

actions & " speech, " & 'thoughts/quotes'
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Don't you think it's funny how they tell us how to live?​
Don't you think it's funny how we're all delinquent kids?​
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// optional goal: roll 1d20 to see if your character joining the pile wakes peri. anything less than a nat 20 and hes snoozin'

requested pings - @Dustkit @BILBERRYKIT
 
Nightingalecry is still working herself to bits, despite her brother's permanent residence in the nursery. She's tempted to request the same circumstance of herself, however Sunstar always feels busy and troubled - and she's managed fine thus far. Her children will be apprentices in the coming moons, so she can hold on to her split duties for just a bit longer...

And yet, as she tries to leave the nursery for an impromptu hunting trip along the ShadowClan border, she spies her brother and his children. She slows her gait, ears folding onto her head as she, firstly, fears that she might've woken him. After a beat she notes that he's still fast asleep, holding his children in a warm embrace. She relaxes and moves to hurry along, but fatigue suddenly weighs on her with the heaviness of a badger, and she eventually decides to switch gears.

The young mother picks her way over Periwinklebreeze and nestles beside him, closing her mismatched eyes and resting in the warm sun.​
 
// rolled a 6!! D:

Periwinklebreeze was decidedly, not her father... but maybe he could still be a mama too? She is not entirely certain what the rules and 'regularations' are for such a thing but, she doesn't dare to ask her mother for fear of upsetting her with the suggestion that Mintshade is not a satisfactory enough parent in that regard. Still, the sprite of soot-colored fur does not deny herself the simple pleasures of enjoying their company, of batting playfully at his kits like they are more than just beings that share a space.

Nightingalecry should have been the perfect example on how to weave her way like a shadow between gently snoozing bodies... studied with wide spring-bloom eyes as she picks her way across huddled forms to wrap herself around them in delicate embrace. Honeysucklekit thinks maybe she can do that too... she can be sneaky and petal-soft like her name implies... sweet and delicate alike the flowers that bloom across the gorse fields.

Stubby legs that have not found their length carry her in thumping steps across the beaten path, paws sliding into the outlines of ones bigger than hers to try and mimic the queen she seeks to follow. The moment the darkling pauses in front of oblivious targets, eyes narrow to fern-thin slits in their determination... she would masterfully join this cuddle pile and she would get the coziest nap of her short life doing so!

But skill requires practice, requires time, requires a body that is not too-small at all its joints to keep her steady. She stomps, accidentally, where she shouldn't, feeling the squish of fur between her toes when it shouldn't be there, and winces to have failed already... stubbornly, she hopes maybe it will register only as a tiny weight and insists on clambering across sleepily-crossed forelegs to roost in the empty space between paws, perilously close to Periwinklebreeze's face.

Her paws tuck neatly in that small opening, she wiggles a tiny body to prepare for her comfortable descent... and plops with a content purr, kneading thorn-sharp claws into the dirt (and perhaps snagging the sleeping tom-queen in the process).


  • 'hold me!!! want me!! i am here!'
  • HONEYSUCKLEKIT
    - child of wind-swept moors
    - she/her
    - daughter to mintshade and gracklestep

    - a solid pitch she-cat with fern-green eyes
 
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Light does not bare against the shadow that sat firmly in the corner of the gorse. Wobbly ears remained in a near-permanent state of flattened distaste while he watched, observed, and thought. Honeysucklekit had made herself the eager voice for the pair early on, her outgoing kindness shaped by the loving paws of a mother he knew hardly any more than their father. Brokenkit did not yearn for what was simply not there for him, though. If he was not meant to feel a mothers love (or whatever Mintshade's affection could be called), then he did not need it.

And so he made himself a sentry to the nursery. A stoic pair of eyes that watched and waited to be needed.

EMPATHY - SUCCESS

Periwinklebreeze has lured the nurserygoers into a trap he knows well as 'naptime'. A dreadful thing when his eyes stung to close and his breathing slowed. Nightinggalecry is the first of Periwinklebreeze's victims, his own sister followed soon after. Round, softer features trot across the barren dirt and it is then that Brokenkit decided to part from tall grasses.

He couldn't allow his sister to do something alone, and so he would sacrifice this moment for an unplanned naptime with her. His paws match the little prints she had left behind. A cuddle pile of all things was unfamiliar territory, and the boy of all bones and crooked limbs was not graceful as he crawled over Periwinklebreeze's snoozing form.

HAND/EYE COORDINATION - FAILURE

A casual slip against plush fur and Brokenkit unceremoniously tumbled to Honeysucklekit's side, his disturbed grunt muffled by her void-pelt. The warmth surrounded quickly where the cool spring breeze had been, and after some adjusting he settled quietly into sleep.


  • // rolled a 5 😭

  • Brokenkit
    —⊰⋅ kit of windclan
    —⊰⋅ he/him
    —⊰⋅ mintshade x gracklestep
    "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
    —⊰⋅ sh solid black tom with yellow eyes

 
*+:。.。 It was beyond amazing to Frightkit that she got to have not only her mamma with her all the time, but now her uncle, Peri too! Although she would've liked to complete the circle by having her 'Appa with her, too, as well as all her old nursery den mates, she supposes this is good enough for now. Intense moonlight-colored eyes glow from the darkness as, cat by cat, Periwinklebreeze is slowly engulfed. Eager to join the frey, Fry bounds close, ensuring her paws are quieter than a mouse's only so that she isn't the one to ruin the fun. Picking her way carefully among the bodies, Frightkit would squeeze as close as she could get to be between Nightingalecry and PErinwinklebreeze.

Happiness is something a kit doesn't often need to think about. When one is a child, one often experiences little else but the joy carefully cultivated and harvested by the adults around them. But as Frightkit grew the world slowly became less patient with her. She tasted sorrow, and she hated it. But in her new experience, she discovered just how wonderful happiness like this was. Frightkit didn't know yet how rare simple joy like this was, so she didn't think twice about drinking that moment in. Later in life, she would look back on this sweet moment and wish for nothing else but to return to it.

Pressing her nose into Nightingalecry's fur, she breathes in the scent of her mother while curling her plumy tail around Periwinklebreeze's paw. She smiles even as she falls into a plush slumber.



  • " Speech "
    GENERAL:
    Frightkit
    DFAB— She/Her — Unsure
    2 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
    Windclan Kit
    Sister to Deathkit, Witherkit, Grasskit, Whitekit and Midnightkit

    COMBAT:
    Physically very easy | mentally very easy
    Attack in bold #1b1e21
    injuries: None
 
Most of the time, Whitekit would not be one found cuddling. Spending time snuggling and bonding just isn't his thing--not at all. Fortunately for the group, or perhaps unfortunately depending on one's view of things, he's in a rather sleepy mood, and the usual distance he places between himself and others seems to dissipate easily. His mind is fuzzy with the desire to just curl up and sleep, and a big pile of cats is the perfect little nest to keep his warm. He unceremoniously drags himself up and over Periwinklebreeze's back, climbing over to flop onto his mother's belly with a quiet oof sound. A long, drawn out exhale escapes him and he lets his head flop down to rest on her as well, eyes falling shut as he lets himself fall asleep in moments.

//rolled a 17 </3​
 

In the time that passed shortly after the fire she'd taken solace in her fathers pelt, drowning out the stench of smoke with his comforting scent - that harsh scent still lingers but with every rainy day it lessened. She left the nursery more, returned to playing and exploring rather then holing herself up in the back of the nursery hissing at every movement and sound she didn't recognize. Kittens were adaptable they grew and could move on quicker, that was true when it came to Dustkit but even if she was happy to play in the hollow and prance around she still wouldn't pass up time with her dad. Wouldn't say no to napping pressed against his and her littermates warm fur, the cuddler trait had been passed down from father to daughter regardless of blood.

Her nose is snuffled into the plumy fur near his neck and ruff, her paws move in steady motions against him tiny needle like claws kneading into his fur. On close inspection her nose and ears are wiggling and she lightly licks where her muzzle met his fluff as if still suckling. Even with her claws likely occasionally pushing against his skin he's unlikely to stir, this wasn't an unccommon occurrence when it came to Dustkit. She hears paw steps around her even feels fur brush against her own as clanmates come to settle, denmates and family their scents are all familiar but slowly the scent of each cat in the clan grew more familiar as she adjusted to them. She only gives out a raspy grumble when Honeysucklekit draws to close though it sounds unthreatening being matched with the continuous purr that rumbles from her. She didn't like to share but she was comfortable and knew better then to fight with babies (they were newborns to her who was happy she and her littermates weren't the youngest anymore).

She returns to contently kneading, slowly drifting to sleep herself with every lapse of her claws against Periwinklebreeze's fur.