- Jan 27, 2023
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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.
"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.
- ooc: tagging @Thriftfeather @sootkit. @Asterkit @rimekit @FOALKIT @Comfreykit but no need to wait :]
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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.sootstarxweaselclaw, gen 2.
— penned by Marquette.
lh blue smoke she-cat with white and emerald eyes. aloof, dignified, poised, haughty, composed, distant.