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[Frightpaw]

*+:｡.｡ "The world is so big, isn't it? " Frightkit mews, coughing lightly into her paws. Her spit comes away tinged grey, but she's been told that's an improvement from the previous black. Apparent, you can eat smoke, even without actually biting it! How cool! Grasskit ate a lot of it, and that's why he's so sick - he shouldn't have done that, but no one thinks to punish him for being stupid so Frightkit decides to shrug it off. Instead, she whirls around, smiling cheerily at her family as they all remain bundled up in their nest. None of them seem as eager as Frightkit is to explore the world outside their new nursery walls, but Frightkit is determined to not go alone!

"Feeling better, Grasskit? " she asks her brother, pressing against him. If she can get the babiestt of the family to explore with her, then surely the rest will follow! But also, of course, she would like him to stop coughing so much, so her curiosity is genuine when she asks. Licking his ear like she's seen mamma done a million times, she waits for his answer.

@Grasskit , @MIDNIGHTKIT @whitekit @DEATHKIT @Witherkit

*+:｡.｡ Updated 1/11/23

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  " 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

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[Grasspaw]

𓆝 . ° ✦ He agreed with the sentiment. The trek across WindClan and to the Beech Copse had felt like an eternity. Hot and grueling. He'd even allowed Nightingalecry to properly groom him of the soot and still didn't feel clean. He wondered if he'd be able to find his rock collection when they got home. He didn't know if rocks burned or not. He hoped not.

Frightkit pressing into his side made him groan. "Barely," He pawed at her, hoping she'd take the hint and get off. "My chest hurts,"

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ooc Information

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  NAME — HE/HIM ･ 3 MOONS ･ KIT & WINDCLAN ･ PENNED BY TWITCHTAIL

  Small fawn tabby with pale green eyes.
  "speak" thoughts action
  — peaceful, healing, and minor injury powerplay allowed

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[MIDNIGHTPAW]

Middy could not agree less with her sister. There had been nothing good about their temporary move, and she still saw the smoke and heard the panic in her clanmates voices in her dreams. The Beech Copse smelled weird, just like the Riverclanners that had brought them here. She missed the open air of the moorlands, where she could see the stars at night without being blocked by tree branches. The typically indifferent kitten huffed quietly to herself as she snuggled up against her brother. "I don't like it here. I want to go home."

As soon as they were able to leave, she was going to march herself right back to their old nursery and make sure her bugs were okay. It would take her a moon to rebuild her collection if they were gone, and she didn't like the idea of losing her friends. Stormy blue eyes drifted to Grasskit, who hadn't stopped wheezing since they'd fled the fire. She herself wasn't feeling the strongest, but her baby brother seemed to be the worst off and she didn't like it one bit. "Don't worry. You'll feel better soon." Wolfsong and Cottonpaw would make sure he was taken care of, just like always. There was always some magic plant or another that made everyone feel better.