private A RISING SUN \ asterkit

[WEASELCLAW]

Weaselclaw had already infiltrated the dreams of Cottonsprig's kits, save for Foalkit; now he moves deftly through the dark forest toward a bundle of gray-and-gold fur who blinks the shadows from her confused green eyes. The tabby watches her for a moment, his mouth a thin line. He had never visited Bluefrost, unlike his appearance in Cottonsprig's nightmares; she would not have seen it coming, for him to manifest before her kits.

Asterkit is, unlike her false littermates, reminiscent of Thriftfeather. The shades of cream in her fur are almost the blinding yellow of her true father's tabby fur. She looks the least like Sootstar of any of his grandchildren, and that is a mark against her.

"Hi, there," he murmurs, his tone low and falsely warm. "Don't be afraid. Do you know who I am?" Blue eyes sear the shadows. He allows himself a smile. "I'm your kin. My name is Weaselclaw. You're Asterkit, right?"

@Asterkit

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[Asterkit]

There is something slightly off about her dreams tonight, though Asterkit cannot determine exactly what is strange, because she does not usually remember her dreams well enough to discern any notable differences. The place she wakes up to is dark and shadowy, so devoid of anything, that Asterkit is startled for a moment upon blinking open her eyes.

She begins to think she is alone until she can hear pawsteps approaching. Her green eyes watch carefully as a sickly-looking tom slinks out of the shadows, addressing her in a low, warm tone. Despite his haggard appearance, there is something oddly familiar about him, though she struggles to determine what that is until he reveals his name. Weaselclaw. "Grandfather," She mewed softly, speaking the title with an odd sort of reverence. Now that she knows his name, she starts to understand who this was, and the stories her mother had told her of him beginning to resurface in her mind. "I am Asterkit," She confirmed her name with a small, shy nod. "Where are we? Where is mama?"​