private don't believe in fairytales // storytime

[Periwinklebreeze.]

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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Apprenticeships are just around the corner - or well, not exactly, not just yet, but close enough. It's strange, how fast their little family has grown - from just two, into eleven. It's nice, having kittens and nieces and nephews around to run under paw. It takes him back really, reminders of his life before things had gone... wrong. The good in the bad. Tonight, he lays curled up within nursery walls, watching over his kittens. Nobody seems ready to sleep just yet, and he decides that now is as good a time as any to share a story. " H-have I ever told you about th-the first time I w-went out on p-patrol? " he asks quietly, turning his eyes upon his kittens.

━ 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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// @BILBERRYKIT @Dustkit

 

[Vulturepaw]

˖⁺‧₊ ☽◯☾ ₊‧⁺˖ As content as Vulturekit feels curling up with his family, they can't help but fidget. They're getting older now, and it's scary. How much longer do they have in the nursery? Two moons seems forever away, and at the same time far to close. No, they'd rather stay right here, tucked away with Dustkit and Bilberrykit, the comforting shape of Periwinklebreeze blotting out the scary outside world. Here, they are happiest.

They are pulled from their thoughts by their dad's words, ears perking up. For a moment, they pause to think on the question, sifting through memories like sand. "Nope!" they chirp once they've come to a conclusion, giving a decisive shake of their head. "Never." There's something curious about the way they say it, glinting amber eyes blinking up at their adoptive father intently. Now that he's mentioned it, he has to share it; it wouldn't be fair if he didn't.

‎‎┌── FOR I HATE THE BUILDINGS ⛧ AND THE WAY THEY TOWER OVER ME ──┐‎

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  "SPEECH"
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  VULTUREKIT ⛧ he / they, kit of windclan, four moons.
  ⭃ a spiky-furred dark tabby with amber eyes.
  ⭃ skittish and dour, with little time for typical kit games.
  ⭃ micheal x npc, adopted by periwinklebreeze. sibling to dustkit and bilberrykit.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[BILBERRYPAW]

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In the comforting dark of the nursery, Bilberrykit lays in a curl, his chin supported on his crossed hindlegs. His position isn't to be mistaken for sleeping, or even tiredness—his mismatched eyes are as bright as ever. They don't drag with his every blink, and there are no face-splitting yawns from the young tom. Stories bring a fascination out of Bilberrykit. Even with his coiled position, his ears stand at tall attention.

"Did you go on a patrol and see… um… a snake so big that it could eat you?" That would be a fun story, even if it wasn't a real story. Bilberrykit asks solely because he knows it isn't what the story isn't going to be about—there is a comfort in asking something outlandish, only for his father to reaffirm reality, "Because a snake that big is the biggest one ever."
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