pafp A CHILL IN THE AIR ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ intro

[Swansong]

They linger near the mouth of the nursery, a spectre called to those claimed by death's chill. Her kits, even as she does not raise them. Hers, in their shivering timidity. They will learn in time. Their vigilance will serve them well; she would not condemn a kitten unsuited to ShadowClan's misfortunate fate.

Her voice comes a crooning trail, calling upon the packleader. "Icykit..." For the blizzard she was found in, the dapples of snow-spots upon her pelt. For that cold, damning stare so full of disdain. Her head tilts as she lowers to a crouch, searching the nursery's darkness for those piercing yellow eyes. "Do you... like the name...?" It is a hard adjustment, they know. Yet still it suits her, and perhaps she will wear it well in time.

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"SPEECH"

 

[ICYKIT]

Adjusting to clan life was.. hard. Hard was an understatement, having been ripped from her mother's jaws, forced to lead their pack into a camp full of strangers. Strange faces and strangers words, names that didn't beseech them, a kind of speech 'gifted' to their tongues and the band of kits demanded to use it. She was the eldest, a shining example of the guardian, the leader of the pack. She bid her siblings to remain behind her, convinced and well-aware of the lethal edge she could use to take. Like that fox had.

Glowering, near lemony-yellows stare back towards Swansong from where she sits at the front of the nursery, the darkened depths of their new home leaving much to the imagination until she pushes herself from the shadows. The eldest is more obvious then the rest of her charges, flank glistening white in whatever sunlight bothers to reach the shadowed corners of the nursery. Icykit.

While most things in her life have felt harsh, like a dual edged sword, this was not one of those things. It feels right. A voice whispers softly to her, and yellow eyes narrowed briefly at Swansong. Given the amount of time they had been here, though, she is not afraid to step free of the nursery, standing as tall as she could. Still, she was all rigid lines and short, clipped words- "Yes, I do." This was not said out of obedience, no, the elde- Icykit had chosen it, just as much as Swansong had. The first to show them kindness, the first to gift them individuality. "... Thank you." She follows moments later, the frown on her face revealing how much effort it took to gift a nicety in return.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ┌── BUT IM MORE THAN A NEED ⋅❁⋅ OR A THING YOU BELIEVE ──┐‎

• "speech"

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• ICYKIT she/her, kitten, 4 moons.
  ⭃ LH blue lynx tabby with rosettes and yellow eyes. she typically will look at you with disdain or anger. 'leader' of the siblings.
  ⭃ mentored by no one / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ sibling to silentkit, pupkit, rotkit, tbdkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[centipedekit]

CENTIPEDEKIT

SHE / HER, SHADOWCLAN KITTEN

there is a strange twist in her chest while she overhears it ; the way swansong's approach is foretold in the sway of lichen curtains and a soft call forward that centipedekit's blizzard coated denmate responds to with still rigidity and clipped response. she was older than centipedekit was . . tougher, too. acidic yellow eyes flit towards the dens exit as if it were something with teeth to bare, and the charcoal kitten felt much the same. perhaps that's why she had lifted out of her large, lonely nest when the alabaster girl had lifted from hers. loped like a miserable hound after her, tucked neat into her tall shadow while she was distracted. she did not expect the girl to stop so suddenly. not just outside the den walls, not where, with a single hobbling step into the sunlight, she stumbles right into icykit's frosted back.

she tumbles, just a little . . a sideways hop she swishes her tail to correct before instinctively pulling herself back into an awkward jut of crouching limbs, ears pinning at her crown and wide eyes fixing her denmate with a bleary, wide eyed gaze, " 'm sorry! " she bleats, because icykit and her siblings were all fangs, and centipedekit gives way beneath it now before they're even bared. her long, ratty tail tucks between knobby legs, single forepaw stabilizing itself beneath her, " 'm sorry. " was she going to be mad at her for following? if icykit hadn't stopped, she only would've flitted past and watched from afar, hunched like a possum in the shrubbery. panic rouses her heartbeat to a rabbits pace and, desperately, she bites out a whispery, " do - do you wan' to play with me? " that would make it better, wouldn't it?

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𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒂𝒊𝒏

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ ⋆ ˚ ｡ CENTIPEDEKITㅤ KITTEN OF SHADOWCLAN. SHE / HER, 2☽s OLD. RATWHISPER x BUGBOUNCE. SMELLS LIKE GRAVE DIRT & WILTED FERN. BORN WITHOUT HER LEFT FORELIMB. penned by antlers.

( ° 𓆤 ⋆ .ೃ ࿔ * ) fawnish, shadowclan scrawny, tired eyes and ears that seem to weigh her head miserably down . . centipedekit bears a melancholy too heavy for one so young. a tall, ratty charcoal ticked tabby with sad amber eyes grown too wide for her awkwardly sloped face, she keeps her shoulders hunched downward to make herself small, unnoticed. a thin, vertebrae bumped tail drags the ground behind her, longer than most but seeming to fit with the rest of her elongated body. still adjusting to life on three paws, she moves slow, uncertainly, unwilling to risk the embarrassment of a public tumble.

 

[BUZZARDPAW.]

I SAW A PHOTO, YOU LOOK JOYOUS​

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buzzardpaw doesn't expect the little one to come out of the den much at all as far as shes witnessed, she's pretty much always hidden away. buzzardpaw's ears twitch back and forth as she watches, standing up with the sound of centipedekit's apology. weird. most of her trinkets didn't talk so much, or whine apologies. this was a weird one. with a twitch of crooked whiskers, she gets closer, tapping centipedekit on her head with her paw.

"you c...an both pl...ay with th...is."

he turns his head and pushes a ball of moss he had buried into his fur, putting it in front of the scared kitten before looking at icykit with an unamused look. it wasnt uncommon but for now... icykit just wasn't all that interesting. still... better centipedekit play with someone around her age, especially since buzzardpaw was too busy being an apprentice to play– that, and he just did not play kit games. he nudges centipedekit again, before twitching his nose.

"no dyi...ng."
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[ROTPAW]

*+:｡.｡ The phantom was determined to name them all. The palest still refused to accept it. It was the palest of the pack, just like how the littlest was the littlest and the darkest was the darkest. Now, she wanted to dub the leader 'Icykit', a name that spawned a wrinkle in the palest's nose. The pack leader was the pack leader, this was dumb.
But the eldest accepted it, much to the palest's chagrin. As Pack Leader leads the way into the light, the palest of the pack would, begrudgingly, follow suit. It stuck close enough behind the pack leader to be able to reach out and touch her if it so chose to, but for now, it remained far enough away to stay in the shadows. Glowering, it looked from its sibling to the phantom that had taken them all in. It...It didn't like the look the pack leader was giving her. It didn't like how it talked to her.
It wanted the pack leader to bite, to insensitize the rest of the pack to attack. It wanted the signal it'd been craving to finally leave this dreadful place and...and...


and what?

It's pale eyes traveled behind those gathered, towards the entrance to this prison. And it, against all judgement...shivered. Looking up through it's fringe of fur, it watches Icykit interact with the phantom. As much as it wished to leave this place...well, it couldn't say it hated the way the phantom's eyes glowed so softly towards the pack leader. It stopped feeling like she was going to eat them - red, red, red, limbs crooked, broken, torn, bites and claws and fangs and one last snarl and - and instead felt like...

It thinks about how the Big Leader of this stranger pack had called the phantom it's mom. It mulled that thought over, but kept itself carefully seated in the dark still.

So distracted was it that the palest hadn't noticed when another child veered dangerously close to Pack Leader. Immediately, palest was on it's feet, teeth bared and back arched, glaring daggers at centipedekit despite her stream of apologies. "No!" it hissed, aiming to swipe at the air between it and Centepedekit's nose, not necessarily aiming to hit her but not wholly opposed to a happy accident.

As much as the palest was fascinated by the presence of other cats it's age, the protective swell in it's chest was quick to ignite when anyone came too close to the pack - especially pack leader. Granted, it was probably the eldest's job to defend the pack but...still.

Another cat appears, encouraging the children to play with the moss ball she'd pulled from her dappled pelt. The palest would glare at Buzzardpaw, scooting close and pressing up against Pack leader. It didn't want these cats to play with them. It wanted...it...Pouting, it glanced at the Eldest of the pack, waiting, at last, to see what she wanted to do.

*+:｡.｡ Updated 1/14/25

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  GENERAL:
  ➶ Rotkit
  ➶ DMAB— it/its — Unsure
  ➶ 4 moons — Ages 1 moon every month 28th
  ➶ Shadowclan — kit
  ➶ Sibling to tbdkit, Silentkit, tbdkit, and Pupkit
  ➶ Taken in by Swansong
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ➶Physically easy | mentally medium
  ➶ Attack in bold #d4c115
  injuries: None currently

 

[ICYKIT]

Centipedekit bumps into her, and her withering glare snaps to the offender. Her lips are drawn back, teeth grit together, but she is not ready to bend and snap. The fearful kit is already more apologetic then need be, and that annoys her too. Loud, and in the way. Her ears snap forward as the pale one lashes out, warning the kit more then she has. Lemon yellows turn toward her sibling, knocking their shoulder, a silent urge; enough, knock it off.

Vision shifts towards Buzzardpaw, who has silent- or no- opinion on her. She stares back with an equally leveled look, then turns her head away, dismissing the apprentice before it even begins. A half-step is taken away from Centipedekit, and when she does that, her sibling presses to her flank. Vision shifts to it once more, and a low chuff leaves her. Her head gently tilted towards the direction they knew that the dark-pelted one was, his shadow laden figure hidden in shadows and being eaten inside out from whatever it was.

She- the eldest- Icykit- looks towards Centipedekit once more. "No. I don't." She responds, the packleaders tail lashing. She steps past Swanfeather, leading her sibling(s) to the sickest of the five.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ┌── BUT IM MORE THAN A NEED ⋅❁⋅ OR A THING YOU BELIEVE ──┐‎

• "speech"

• 

• ICYKIT she/her, kitten, 6 moons.
  ⭃ LH blue lynx tabby with rosettes and yellow eyes. she typically will look at you with disdain or anger. 'leader' of the siblings.
  ⭃ mentored by no one / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ sibling to silentkit, pupkit, rotkit, tbdkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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