camp AND BOW BEFORE US NOW \ kits' first time out

[BLUEFROST]

Her children have grown into their paws. They walk with confidence about the nursery, though little stumbles still take place; their eyes peer into the sunlit clearing with unabashed curiosity. Bluefrost wanted to ensure this day went as smoothly as possible. She has tasked Thriftfeather with aiding her in grooming their pelts until each smoke-smeared kitten gleams like a dark star. They wriggle, some in excitement, some in protest, as Bluefrost fusses over them, but before long, she can find no more dirt smears, no more tangles in their thickening fur, and she exhales her intentions.

"Come, children. It is time for you to meet the Clan today." They are over one moon old. They have grown fat on milk, but have tasted prey. Their aunt Cottonsprig has made numerous trips to the nursery to check on their burgeoning health. Even with Asterkit's missing paw — even with Foalkit's filmy eyes — her kittens are thriving. They have the strength of Sootstar in their veins, the ferocity of Weaselclaw, of Harrierstripe, and all of that is tempered by Cottonsprig's kindness, Thriftfeather's gentility.

She plasters an anxious smile onto her icy muzzle. "I will be right behind you. Say hello to your Clanmates, okay?" She follows them through the nursery exit, her fur tingling with apprehension. This will be the first time many of her Clanmates will have laid eyes on the kits — and she will risk her own place in this Clan before she lets a single cat mistreat her children.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: tagging @Thriftfeather @sootkit. @Asterkit @rimekit @FOALKIT @Comfreykit but no need to wait :]
• 
• Bluekit . Bluepaw . Bluefrost, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 18 moons old, ages realistically on the 14th.
  — mentored by Sootstar ; mentoring Brackenpaw ; previously mentored n/a.
  — windclan queen. sootstar x weaselclaw, gen 2.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh blue smoke she-cat with white and emerald eyes. aloof, dignified, poised, haughty, composed, distant.
  
  

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[Asterkit]

"Mama..." Asterkit whined slightly, as she was urged them to follow her out the nursery. Today was the day - the kits were getting their first taste of the outside world beyond the nursery. It was bound to happen eventually, but that didn't mean Asterkit was thrilled by the idea. "Mama we stay?" She pressed, hoping that Bluefrost might be discouraged from this plan. No such luck, unfortunately, so Asterkit obediently follows her mother's instruction.

Stepping out of the nursery, Asterkit is struck by the sudden brightness of her new surroundings and how open everything was. The little blue torbie sucked in a breath of air. "So many..." But so many what? Cats? Smells? Sights? All of them were plausible. Bluefrost encouraged them to say hello to their clanmates, so Asterkit decided to set her sights on a potential target. Looking back briefly to her mother for reassurance, she toddles forward with her hopfooted gait, stopping before the nearest cat. What would they think look down upon her? Traitor's blood? Halfbreed? Asterkit knew none of the hatred that stemmed from her very existence. She did not know that the cat looking down at her could be staring back with vitriol and annoyance, whilst she looked up with a sweet and earnest smile. "Hello!" Asterkit chirped.​

 

[Comfreykit]

Comfreykit has wondered what the world outside of the nursery is like. Is it cold and barren? – but surely not, not with the way the sun seeps into the nursery and warms them at mother’s belly. Or is all that a fake taste of what the real world is like? He’s seen Sootspot and his litter enter and exit, but he’s never thought – rather, never had the words – to ask what lies beyond these walls. He’s ventured as close as he dared to the nursery entrance, close enough to spot the tom that always seemed to be standing outside’s shadow, close enough that he and his siblings have attacked the tom’s tail, but never further. Only as far as mother allowed, and he didn’t want to test his limits.

Now, though, mother was pushing them out of the nursery, the lot of them blinking in the sunlight as she introduced them to the world beyond the walls of the nursery. It’s open, more open than Comfreykit had expected, and he can feel the breeze buffeting his kitten fluff as he steps forward, looking back only once to make sure that mother was close behind, as she said she would be. Say hello to your Clanmates, she urges, and Comfreykit nods to himself. Clanmates. He’d known there were more cats out there, but he couldn’t have guessed how many there truly were.

Puffing himself up, Comfreykit trots towards the first cat that comes his way, pulling their attention towards him with the same mewls that always got mother’s attention. The sight might have been a strange one, if looked at closely: a miniature of the old Moor Queen if ever there had been one, eyes gleaming with the an unknown intent. A somewhat sour look has plastered itself permanently across the kit’s face, something it will forever hold, though he isn’t overwhelmingly displeased with the adventure outside thus far. In fact, he finds himself quite enamored with the way the world works, the bustling nature of the Clan and all the cats within it.

“Hello,” he says, an imitation of his mother’s sternness in his voice. “Hello.”

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• COMFREYKIT ✩ kit of windclan, zero moons
  → walks hunched over.
  → peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
  → penned by Archivist → .archivist on discord.
  

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[SCORCHSTORM]

Scorchstorm has met Bluefrost's litter before — but not since they have been old enough to babble, or to toddle, or to eat prey. Her avoidance is not entirely intentional. She'd meant it when she'd told the Queen that their friendship is one that she wants to retain. But even despite the ways Thriftfeather and herself had been close in their apprenticeship, his renewed presence in WindClan is... a sore spot on her best days. He has stuck himself back into the clan as a hydra; every time they try to sever him, more of him crops up.

It is not the correct way to view kits. She knows it, and so she approaches when she sees Bluefrost bring the large brood outside the nursery's mouth to pay her penance. They had no choice in their parents, and she of all cats knows that. When she arrives, it is with a smile, however weary she wears it.

Before she can even greet her friend (does she deserve to call Bluefrost a friend?), Asterkit has hopped to her side and greeted her. Her throat constricts. The face that peers up at her is so innocent, so kind, so small. Not meant for me, she thinks. "Hello," Scorchstorm hums, an attempt at a purr back to the sunshine-faced child.

"Are you... Asterkit?" She squints her eyes as she grasps at the name, introduced to her a moon ago now. They look so much different. They look like... like Thriftfeather. She tries not to let it sour her grin. "You're much bigger than when I last met you. Your eyes had not even opened," Scorchstorm explains, wrapping her tufted tail around her paws. Her smile, warm but less than joyful, widens and crinkles the corners of her molten eyes. "My name is Scorchstorm. It is good to meet you again."

She lifts that molten gaze to Bluefrost then, gauging the queen's reaction to her re-introduction. Truthfully, she expects to see hatred there — and if not hatred, then fear; or if not fear, then suspicion. She supposes she could not blame her, if that is the emotion she finds there. As her days have dug her deeper and deeper into grief and grudges, she has felt less and less deserving of any cat's forgiveness.

But whatever she finds there, she persists, "They are all so big now." She still smiles, or at least imitates a smile. "The nursery must be getting cramped."

𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍’𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 ✧

• ooc.
  
• SCORCHSTORM —— lead warrior of windclan, mentored by sunstar & badgermoon . scorchstreak x badgermoon . littermate to rumblerain, frostwind, and luckypaw ✦ penned by meghan
  
  ✦ a broad-shouldered tortoiseshell with low white and dual-toned amber eyes. extremely loyal to sunstar and her family, and enjoys a deep connection to the moorlands
  ✦ demigirl / she they pronouns / lesbian / 18 moons & ages every 1st
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— will start fights / will not flee / may show mercy. fights honorably and with great ferocity. can tank a few hits, but is not the sturdiest cat in windclan. starts fights with the intention of finishing them permanently, but will not aim to maim or kill obviously young cats
  
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, all opinions are in character
  ✦ full biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  

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[Thriftfeather]

For every day that passes the litter gets more confident upon their paws. They don't buckle in place or scoot their bellies upon the ground any more.

Bluefrost's worry over their appearance is infectious. Thriftfeather wants WindClan to have a positive impression of them; by the time he considers himself done in his own appointed groomings he is certain there isn't a hair on their pelts that he hadn't sorted. Despite being confined in the controlled space of the nursery, the kits have a way of getting bits of everything in their pelts.

When at last Bluefrost calls the kits out of the den, Thriftfeather follows only to the mouth. Asterkit's hesitation pierces him—he wants to reassure her that she can remain with him, should she wish, but Asterkit finds a bravery that Thriftfeather is certain he had lacked at the same age. As simple as that, Thriftfeather watches as they experience camp for the first time beyond their arrival. A thin amusement coats whatever bittersweet feeling has shaken through Thriftfeather as Asterkit and Comfreykit do exactly as they had been instructed, chorusing hello to those who pass. ​

DUSKCLAN DEPUTY ✦ GOLDEN TABBY TOM ✦ 20 MOONS ✦ TAGS​

 

[cottonsprig]

"... it can be bitter, but a moment of discomfort orr... saving someone's life, basically. Y'know?" Cottonsprig sits in the sunlight, a small array of herbs between her and Celandinepaw as she conducts a short reminder lesson. The discussion has since shifted since it's inception, discussing which herbs are the worst to chew up - but ultimately with a casual wave of her paw, the medicine cat tries to wave away the importance of the bitter taste at all. After all, they're each the resident medicine cats of WindClan (a twinge of discomfort, of pain.) If they give pause for anything that serves them upset, then too many lives will wither away at their paws.

She hears the first hello! before seeing them. Blue eyes flick upwards into the camp, and several measures away do little smoke-furred kittens wander from their first home. A larger home greets them, more colorful, full of cats that will no doubt now grow interested in them since they seem to walk and speak now. A shiver is hardly contained in Cottonsprig as she almost fears Comfreykit finding her, greeting her, perhaps using her as a means to avoid the rest of this venture...

She fears the heartache it'd bring. But the fear, ultimately, is trumped by the hope that he does. That any of them do.

"They're..." she tries to find the words, obscuring the dryness of her mouth as she inclines her gaze towards Bluefrost, "they're free about the camp, then? The warriors should be wary. The last time a litter so small was allowed to wander, a few of their nests were stolen for a midday nap...!" Cheery as ever to obscure the feelings inside, Cottonsprig loops her tail around her paws, simply watching the kittens toddle about.

𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

• ooc // @CELANDINEPAW (apprentice tag <3)

• ❥ MEDICINAL KNOWLEDGE
  ♥♥♡ WOUNDS ; can confidently stop bleeding and mend lacerations. will often request that you keep your injury clean and wait it out first.
  ♥♥♡ INFECTION ; as a side effect of likely her own doing, very dutiful with technique and treatment shortly thereafter.
  ♥♡♡ ACHES & PAINS ; will defer to a dark tunnel and rest. if pain persists, maybe she will offer something.
  ♥♡♡ BROKEN BONES ; has never dealt with a broken bone. likely will ask that you never move. ever again.
  ♥♥♥ TRAVELING HERBS ; learned well from her previous mentor. will pile even too many remedies to tough the wilderness with.
  ♥♥♥ KITTING ; having kittens of her own and helped several others with their litters, she is very well versed with calming techniques and quelling pain.
  ♥♡♡ POISONS ; she knows what they are... but that isn't enough, isn't it?
  ♥♥♡ ILLNESS ; having worked through two yellowcough bouts, she is confident in her remedies. much else... she's operating on trial and error.
  ⸻ cottonsprig is a dutiful and excitable medicine cat. she enjoys company and loves conversation. she'd rather not have too many curious noses snooping around her den... but who is she to quell curiosity?

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  ⸻❥ cottonsprig is the primary medicine cat of windclan. a former princess to the moors, she harbors many guilts for her actions throughout her short life. she has no consistent partner, unwilling to commit and settle, and she is training celandinepaw in medicine.

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[SEDGEPOUNCE]

Has a moon passed already? It feels only days since he interrogated Thriftfeather in the nursery, hunched beside the tiny, wormlike kittens nested there. A whole moon stuck within the confines have procured toddling, talking creatures now—they spill from the den's maw as their parents hang behind. Did the time pass slower for them? he wonders.

"Forget about the nests," Sedgepounce gripes. "Did you see what they did to Dimmingsun? We gotta start watching our tails." A lopsided grin has stretched across his muzzle, effortlessly amiable as he pads forth from the vestiges of camp. He notices a small sootsprite break away from the pack as he nears. Comfreykit, Sedge recalls. He's got a stern little face for a kitten, nearly overtaken by the mass of fluffy fur covering him. Not Sootkit, though they certainly share a resemblance. Sedgepounce wonders if Bluefrost named this herb-called kitten in memory of her sister, their medicine cat, given her tendency toward family homages.

"Hello," he echoes in kind. He meant what he'd said to Thriftfeather—these kits are WindClan. They'll be spared whatever suspicion he feels for their parents. "I'm Sedgepounce. What's your name?" Should kits know how to introduce themselves? He's not really sure. He's never encountered anyone so little before.
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[heatherkit]

( ⊱✿⊰ ) she tells herself she's watching to keep guard. obviously bluefrost doesn't care about her kits enough to keep them away from the kit-stealer in their midst, or perhaps her aunt is simply brainwashed by love. either way, heatherkit will not allow her cousins to be alone with thriftfeather in any regard. so she watches, pink tongue rasping at her chest fur as she keeps dusky blue eyes upon the little bundles. asterkit tumbles out first, uncertain and begging her mother to stay inside. heatherkit's whiskers twitch - the foolish girl doesn't know what she's been missing, trapped inside. as she watches, her multi-hued cousin's gaze widens, her little paws tripping over themselves in eagerness. comfreykit too seems reserved, although he makes an attempt to greet a clanmate. pride for her cousins fills heatherkit's chest. despite their upbringing, they seem to be turning out well.

scorchstorm is approached by asterkit, and the lead bends down to speak with the smaller girl, introducing herself. thea isn't quite sure of sootspot's opinion of the other warrior, so she tenses, eyes narrowing at the interaction. no harm comes from it, and she relaxes only briefly before a wheat-golden pelt enters her view. a low, quiet growl rumbles in the lynx point's throat at thriftfeather's appearance, and she prays he stays within the shelter of the nursery. his kits, if they even are his, do not need him in their exciting first day of camp.

the girl gets to her paws, padding over finally as the adults begin conversing, cottonsprig and sedgepounce joining in. dusky eyes wander the moor-runner's lithe frame, sky-hued fur ruffling as she witnesses his interaction with her cousin. it seems well meaning. good.

heatherkit will pause beside comfreykit, wondering if her familiar face will help the tense tom-kit relax a bit. "hey! you guys are outside now!" she says to her cousin, finding the others and offering them a brief smile. only a few have ventured out yet, all uncertain, so she squares her shoulders. "don't worry, nightkit, bramblekit, and i will show you everything."

SAY WHAT YOU WANT ⊱✿⊰ BUT SAY IT LIKE YOU MEAN IT

• // "#b2a0bc"
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• HEATHERKIT ⊱✿⊰ SHE / HER, WINDCLAN. DAUGHTER OF SOOTSPOT, SISTER TO BRAMBLEKIT, NIGHTKIT. 4 MOONS, PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  
  a longhaired blue lynx point with blue eyes. her body is cloaked in pale snow-white fur, a storm of blue flooding her face, tail, and paws. stripes of darker blue accentuate her eyes nose, and band around her legs. shining eyes stare out from the angular shaped face, a deep, faded blue color.
  

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[Comfreykit]

He takes in everyone who gathers to see the kits’ newest episode of life: Scorchstorm, as she introduces herself to his sister; the familiar face of Cottonsprig, better known as aunt; and Comfreykit blinks up at the stranger who introduces himself to the kit as Sedgepounce, another warrior. And these are only a pawful of the cats that Comfreykit can see milling about camp – how would he ever get to know everyone?

“Sed’punce,” he repeats, wrinkling his nose as the name leaves his lips. That wasn’t right, that wasn’t how Sedgepounce had said his name at all, was it? “Sed- Sedge,” he enunciates the letters, “pow-unce. Se’gepow’nce.” It was better, he supposed. It wasn’t perfect still, but it was a bit closer. He glanced back at mother, for support, and then remembered that the polite thing to do when asked a question was to answer it.

“‘m Comf-rrreekit,” he growls congenially. Heatherkit comes to stand beside him and he looks over at her – this was someone that Comfreykit saw daily, in the nursery. Mother seemed a bit tentative about her and her family though, so Comfreykit wasn’t quite sure how to proceed with her – but she’d been nothing but nice, so he could afford her that same kindness. “Mm. Hello.”

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• COMFREYKIT ✩ kit of windclan, zero moons
  → walks hunched over.
  → peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
  → penned by Archivist → .archivist on discord.
  

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[BLUEFROST]

Bluefrost gives Thriftfeather a warm, worn look as Asterkit and Comfreykit parrot her — "Hello, hello," they mew, just as she'd told them to do. "If nothing else, they follow instructions well, don't they?" Her purr is clumsy, her nuzzle brief, but she leaves him with both of those before she steps out into the camp with her brood.

The first cat to approach has been introduced to Bluefrost's kits in their babyhood, but golden eyes gleam weary now. Scorchstorm meets her gaze, and something traps Bluefrost's breath in her throat. She does not know what feeling she imparts to the lead warrior — but she tries for a smile, knowing it's fizzy, incomplete. The tortoiseshell lowers herself, speaks to Asterkit and Comfreykit on their level. Despite everything, Scorchstorm is kind to them, and that — that is enough to keep the fur flat on the smoke-colored queen's shoulders.

The next cat to notice the kits scampering about is Cottonsprig. She can see the stunned blue of her sister's eyes — time must have escaped her, after all. It has been more than a moon since her sister had toiled in childbirth, since her sister had given her children away. There is pain there, but her smile is bright as a half-wilted flower as she looks at Bluefrost. "They're free about the camp, then?"

"It is a little early, but they are ready," Bluefrost mews. She shakes her head. "I only hope we can keep them out of cats' nests before they get too comfortable."

Her sister's friend, long-bodied Sedgepounce, slips closer, amber eyes bright as gold. He echoes Scorchstorm, lowering his body, his voice, to communicate with the kits, and Bluefrost watches with stiff suspicion. She does not want to feel this way about her Clanmates, but — but for all they know, all five of these kits are partially Thriftfeather, and she knows that animosity runs deeper than she can correct for.

The last kitten to approach, now nearly fully-grown and with suspicious blue eyes that mirror her father's, sits beside Comfreykit. Bluefrost watches Heatherkit for a moment, but she does not intervene. Perhaps she should — her brother could have nothing but ulterior motives, and who knows what he's coached those children to do, to say? But she lets Heatherkit talk to Comfreykit, lets her cajole him and convince him to follow her around.

Bluefrost clears her throat, after all of it. She keeps a keen eye on Asterkit, where she sits, and pads up to Comfreykit with a practiced smile on her muzzle. "Good job," she murmurs to the boy, who tries so hard to get his words out correctly. "You are meeting so many cats today. Should we keep going?" There were many more to see, if they'd allow it...

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: —
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• Bluekit . Bluepaw . Bluefrost, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 18 moons old, ages realistically on the 14th.
  — mentored by Sootstar ; mentoring Brackenpaw ; previously mentored n/a.
  — windclan queen. sootstar x weaselclaw, gen 2.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh blue smoke she-cat with white and emerald eyes. aloof, dignified, poised, haughty, composed, distant.
  
  

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[Asterkit]

Luckily for Asterkit, it seemed her first time exploring camp and greeting her clanmates, was to be a generally positive experience. The cat she had said hello, turns to her and greets her in turn, before asking if her name is Asterkit. The kit seems to take a moment to ponder this, before nodding, realising it was something her parents called her. "Me!" Asterkit confirmed, with a jovial nod. "'m As-stuhkit!" As the other she-cat continues, she reveals she had met Asterkit once before. Asterkit listens to this earnestly, her eyes wide and interested, but her brain is still not quite able to grasp what this all meant. Finally, the cat introduced herself as Scorchstorm. "Sc-Sc-Scoo-rch," She begins to repeat the other's name, drawing each letter out slowly and purposefully."stoo-rm. Scurchstorwm." Hmm no, that wasn't quite right. Oh well.

Next to her, Comfreykit has also taken a step in venturing towards a clanmate, introducing himself to Sedgepounce. That was another funny name. Asterkit heard her brother repeat it and attempted to say the name in her head. Moments later, he is swooped upon by Heatherkit, who she watches with interest for a moment, tempted to join her and her brother, before Bluefrost snapped her attention. "More?" Asterkit echoed, slightly disbelieving that there could possibly be this many cats in the clan. "How many?"​

 

[rimekit]

Rimekit lingers at the mouth of the nursery. Her wide eyes take in sight of camp, her features blanching as if she has seen a specter. In fact she is faced now with a wisp of a memory. Flashes of brightness, a blur of color. Brand new eyes beholding the limited range as she was carried through camp some time ago. Carried by…

Oceanic eyes fix themselves upon Cottonsprig.

Rimekit moves without thought. Her siblings obey the words of mother, saying ‘hello’ to a number of clanmates who greet them. She hums her own greetings in passing, taking a moment to rub affectionately against Thriftfeather’s leg as she sidles past the golden tom. The dappled kitten is on a mission. Her aunt speaks to mother about nests – someone else mentions tails. Rimekit retains fractions of the conversations as she nears the fluffy smoke molly, large paws moving with purpose.

What purpose, you may ask?

She doesn’t know. The pale kitten can only remember brightness and the wafting of herb scent from when she was much smaller. A sense of deja vu she must rectify now that she has the freedom to do so.

Rimekit stands before Cottonsprig. Her previous humming has hushed and for a moment everything is silent. She tilts her head and glances over her shoulder momentarily, measuring the distance she covered, before looking back to her aunt. “R’member?” It’s a question. It’s a… test? Or perhaps it is validation of a ghost of a memory only they would share. ​

[ penned by kerms ]​

 

[erminekit]

Bouncing around camp as one with nothing better to do does, Erminekit quickly inserts himself into the latest commotion. It looked like Bluefrost was letting her kits out! Maybe that meant they were old enough for Erminekit to play with now! More for his army of minions to do his bidding! ...or not, he's already a great deal bigger than they are, would Bluefrost even allow that? Oh well, that was a later problem.

"Woah!!" He exclaims, bounding over and skidding to a halt, white tipped paws brushed with dust. "They're out! Hi!! I'm Erminekit! I sleep in the den with you!" Grinning, sepia tom practically vibrates with anticipation. He loves new games with new faces! He loves making friends!

all you wanted // i could be

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  ooc -
  
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  #9bcfad
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  (img) Erminekit * he/him * 5 moons
  short furred blue sepia with low white and pale yellow eyes
  Peaceful & healing powerplay allowed || underline for attack
  penned by Neptune. || Neptune on disc, dm me for plots

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[valleykit]

Valleykit sits just aside- given they were just older then the kits just emerging, freedom out of the nursery wasn't given nessecarily.. but it was gifted more often then the younger bunch. The chimera ducks away from the crowd as it begins to form, sitting on the outskirts of what Valleykit felt was a comfortable distance away from the mouth of the den. Flopped and straight ear twisted back and lay against their cranium.

They could recognize, however, how the rest of the clan cooed and adored over the group of Windclan-born kits. A bitter feeling, one that Valleykit didn't realize they had been nursing since early on. Mismatched eyes drifted from warrior-to-warrior, then from kit-to-kit. A breath is sucked in- one that tries to delete that of the pain in their chest at the thought. Eyes shift across camp to one cat that Valleykit recognizes with a loftier opinion then the rest. Cottonsprig even seems involved with them.

Jealousy burns at that- but she must swallow that as well. It was unbecoming. Perhaps, it could be a target, if left to fester like an infected wound. Eyes drifted close, wishing for this half of the sun to be over already. Sleeping was a better activity then dwelling on the rest of these thoughts.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ┌── the street is for the laughter ⋅❁⋅ of young women and men ──┐‎

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• VALLEYKIT they/he/she, kit of windclan, two moons.
  ⭃ LH lilac tabby / chocolate mix with high white and stunning blue and yellow eyes. they are of smaller build, likely only to end up tunneler sized, and speak with a soft cadence.
  ⭃ mentored by no one / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ mated to no one / / sibling to gorsekit
  ⭃ 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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