private A PROMISE MADE \ sootkit

[WEASELCLAW]

Of all the children Cottonsprig and Bluefrost have surreptitiously squandered into WindClan, it is this granddaughter who captivates his interest most. She was crowned under Silverpelt, christened by a traitor's breath: "Sootkit." The little she-kit has just passed her second moon, and she, like Comfreykit, bear heavy resemblances to the mate he'd worshipped in both life and death. Sootkit has not escaped her father, and wears him in gold streaks throughout her fur, but Weaselclaw can see the lines of Sootstar in her face, the way her white fur billows into a mane.

Weaselclaw approaches her on nimble paws, even as she regards him with mismatched eyes — one the piercing green of her grandmother, the other the searing blue of his own gaze. The brown tabby can scent the moorland frost on her fur, the nest she'd slept in with her parents and littermates.

"You're Sootkit, aren't you?" The dark forest rogue's smile is a touch warmer than it had been with the other kits, save Rimekit. But whereas that granddaughter had reminded him of the bond he'd had with Cottonsprig, this one has a different destiny ahead of her, he feels.

She has too powerful a name, too noble a face, to let her potential be squandered.

"I'm Weaselclaw. You're dreaming right now, but everything we say and do is real, too. Isn't that cool?" He reaches out with a cream-colored paw and presses it gently to her forehead, as if to mark her. "Your grandmother is here, somewhere, too... maybe if you're good, she'll come to meet you one day." He does not know if this is true; Sootstar's revulsion for her own kits runs deep, but...

Perhaps, if he can train them, she'll return to her family, ignore those orphaned kits of her sister's.

@Sootkit
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[Sootkit]

.·:*¨༺ ♠ ༻¨*:·. Sootkit's dreams were often bright and comforting, sometimes they nearly felt real- like the time she had hopped from cloud bank to cloud bank, all over the sky. If she knew how to turn her dreams into words, Sootkit would be just as good a story-teller as her mother, she thinks.

She is lulled into the sweet clutches of slumber, but when silvery eyelids flutter open, it is not the dreamland Sootkit find herself in, it's not even the nest where she had cuddled up with her littermates.

When she turns, her groggy hues barely register the form of a stranger before he starts moving towards her, and then all the kitten can do is watch him approach, like her tiny paws were frozen to the ground. It wasn't like she could run fast, even if she wanted to.

He know's my name. "How…" The kitten trails on her thought, mismatched optics trying not to waver as they were bore into by a sharper cerulean. He smiles, and by instinct Sootkit gives a nervous twist of her maw in return.

When he introduced himself, all caution is thrown to the wind, and Sootkit's features come alight with something akin to recognition, like she had seen this cat before. Comfreykit's outburst from earlier plays somewhere behind shifting round pupils. "Grandfather?" Sootkit echoes, tentatively. Leaning to catch a glimpse behind the tom, as though her grandmother might appear just behind. "Sootstar.. here? Can I see her, too?" The kitten murmurs hopefully, still fascinated by the namesake she shared, still searching for more to grasp from
it.

Yet… how was this happening? How was her grandfather standing here before her? "Why aren't you… I don't see you at home." Sootkit struggles to phrase her question, and it ends up as a curious statement instead.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── AND ILL ALWAYS FEEL YOU ⋅ ✰ ⋅ IN MY BLOOD ──┐‎

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  SOOTKIT ♠ she/her, kit of windclan, 2 moons.
  ⭃ fluffy, blue smoked tortoiseshell she-kit with heterochromatic green & blue eyes.
  ⭃ daughter of Bluefrost xx Thriftfeather
  ⭃ 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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