private BARE YOUR TEETH \ training

[REDFLOWER]

The cold has come for their forest without mercy, and Redflower has not found prey for a day and a half. Her kits are hungry and slow-moving, and she knows if they continue to sit in one place without moving, they'll succumb to the cold. She stirs them from their uncomfortable nest and pushes them outside their burrow, out into the twilight. Her yellow eyes shine with unspoken purpose.

"You will be leaving me, soon." It's spoken matter-of-factly. Redflower had wracked her brain for days trying to think of a way to save her kits, and this is the only idea with any meat on it — no pun intended. The tortoiseshell sweeps her simmering gaze over Scarkit and Rosekit, letting her tongue curl over cracked lips. "You will be going to ThunderClan."

She's spoken to them about ThunderClan before — about Flamestar, in some part — but time is running out, and Redflower knows they must know the truth. She flicks her tail tip to quiet any dismay, any panic, and continues: "Your father was ThunderClan's leader when he died. When he was murdered." Her jaw tightens. "I was born and raised there. It is where you belong. You deserve to stalk those hunting grounds. You deserve to sit where StarClan may see you."

Redflower clears her throat; it feels as though there are burrs caught there. "Flamestar leads that Clan now. She is one of the cats responsible for your father's murder." Her flank twitches, her pelt beginning to bristle. "And it will be up to you two to see that she loses every last one of her lives for what she did to Skyclaw. To me. To us."

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

• ooc: @Rosekit ❀ @SCARKIT
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• Redkit . Redpaw . Redflower, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — 18 moons old, ages realistically on the 15th.
  — mentored by NPC ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a
  — exiled rogue; formerly a thunderclan warrior. npc x npc, gen 1.
  — formerly mated to skyclaw.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh tortoiseshell with low white and pale yellow eyes. bright, spiteful, impressionable.

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[Rosekit ❀]

.·:*¨༺ ❀ ༻¨*:·. There's an ache in Rosekit's bones, and it grows with each passing day. When it first appeared, Rosekit had nearly let herself succumb to it's painful thrum, that is until she had looked to Scarkit and recognized herself in the same light as her sibling. Now, she fuels herself with the energy Rosekit knows exists, the kind she feels in her farthest dreams; with spite for the ache that tried to subdue her.

Against their mothers touch, eyelids crusted with dust peel back to reveal tired bronze eyes. Redflower doesn't give the kits much time to wake up, and before Rosekit could muster a proper yawn they are already out into the stinging cold.

While Rosekit huddles into the waning warmth of her own body, her eyes don't leave her mothers; something was about to happen. You will be leaving me soon. You will be going to ThunderClan.

Instantaneously, Rosekit lifts her maw from where she had tucked against her chest, and lets her shock pour through clenched teeth. "Mama, please! I don't wanna live with murderers." The kitten protests vehemently through the cracks in her songbird pitch.

The kitten is silenced, her only opposition a quiet, disgruntled grumble. When Redflower continues, Rosekit's reluctant gaze slowly shifts, her mothers words visibly spinning behind brown sugar hues. They weren't being sent to live with murderers, how could Rosekit have been so silly? They were being sent to hunt them- her, Flamestar. Rosekit scowls at the name.

Gradually, the kittens expression has hardened from dismay to fully attentive, her ears practically twitching. "How?" The scrawny kit prods, leaning ever so slightly forward with their pupils flickering to and fro.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── CAN'T SEE THE KNIFE WHEN ⋅ ✰ ⋅ YOU'RE TOO CLOSE ──┐‎

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  ROSEKIT ♥ she/they, loner-born kit, 0 moons.
  ⭃ dark, silky furred tortoiseshell she-kit with brown sugar hues.
  ⭃ Redflower xx Skyclaw ⤔ sibling to Scarkit
  ⭃ 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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[SCARKIT]

Redflower's gravelly voice is what stirs her from sleep this time, and out into the forgiving cold are three. Scarkit is resigned, even unwittingly, to another day spent wandering the woods for another hovel to sleep. They'll scrounge up rats or emaciated mice or some half-rotted prey to pick at for dinner, then in another week or two the cycle will repeat. It's the only life that Scarkit has ever known.

Flamestar's fault. That's what her mother said. That's what she tells them now.

She sits shoulder to shoulder with her sister, candleflame eyes blown wide as Redflower reveals their ultimate purpose. Rosekit's scrawny hide provides little warmth—Scarkit trembles with cold and confusion both.

But— she thinks fruitlessly. Rosekit lets out a caterwaul of protest beside her before she can muster so much as a peep. Her kitten-heart seizes with fear. If all she knows is strife and hardship, then she only knows the safety of her family, too.

Vengeance is a big word, a bigger feeling. It threatens to eclipse this little home the three of them have, and Scarkit can't—how could she let it?

"What about you, Mama?" she asks, spine-straight and terrified.
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[REDFLOWER]

Devastation colors her children's faces, but Redflower's expression does not change. It remains stoic, determined. She had borne these kits into savagery, but they would reclaim all Flamestar had stolen from them with the weaponry they'd make their birthright. She does not shush either daughter, initially — but she turns her gilded gaze to Rosekit, first, Rosekit who protests. "I don't wanna live with murderers," she cries, and Redflower murmurs, "Oh, but you will. You will take everything they have to give you. You will grow strong off the fat of their land. You will train alongside them, sleep in their nests, and when their back is turned, when they no longer look at you like you're an outsider, you will kill them."

She swings her gaze toward Scarkit, next, who whines, "What about you, Mama?" "I will be dead. That is all they need to know." She grins. It's cold and unfeeling. "But I will visit. I will monitor your progress every step of the way, my flowers. And one day, when I return for good, I will give you an army." She begins to pace, her tail flicking madly behind her.

"Rosekit. Attack Scarkit now. In the Clans, you will be expected to fight not just for yourself, but for your honor. Your territory. Your home." She issues the command coolly and watches every movement the kits make with critical eyes.

"Flamestar must trust you for this to work. All of ThunderClan must trust you. They must never know I live, and they must never know you meet with me. Is that understood?" She bares her teeth — a warning. "Because if you mess this up for us —" For me! "—I will kill you myself."

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

• ooc: —
• 
• Redkit . Redpaw . Redflower, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — 18 moons old, ages realistically on the 15th.
  — mentored by NPC ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a
  — exiled rogue; formerly a thunderclan warrior. npc x npc, gen 1.
  — formerly mated to skyclaw.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh tortoiseshell with low white and pale yellow eyes. bright, spiteful, impressionable.

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