BITTERSWEET ⁀➷ ivorykit

[FALLOWBITE]

ˏˋ*⁀➷ 　Fallowpaw is not accustomed to visitors. It gets few - its sisters, Bravepaw, Wrathpaw, Houndpaw if they're feeling particularly obnoxious... Most who enter come only to bring prey, before scuttling off upon seeing her unimpressed face. She does not quite realize, for a moment, that the kit has come for her. Surely, a child would be more excited to visit a cat like Orangepaw, with smiles and stories to tell - or Gentlestorm, who always seems to have a soft spot for tiny intruders. But no, Ivorykit pads towards her, and Fallowpaw's ears lue flat at the sight.

The kit is an outsider, like her. A kittypet, picked up by the border. It doesn't like her one bit. "Kits ain't allowed in here, y'know," it grumbles, keeping a wary eye trained upon the little bundle of alabaster fur. She looks like a bleached bone, left out in the sun for far too long. Hopefully Gentlestorm will come snatch her up soon...

‎‎┌── HERE IN THE FOREST, DARK AND DEEP ⁀➷ I OFFER YOU ETERNAL SLEEP ──┐‎

• @ivorykit
  
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  "SPEECH"

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  FALLOWPAW ⁀➷ she / it, apprentice of thunderclan, eleven moons.
  ➳ a scarred, pointed brown and white molly with shaggy fur and golden eyes.
  ➳ standoffish and solitary, always seems to have a dark cloud hanging over its head.
  ➳ baying hound xx npc, littermate to antlerpaw & doepaw.
  ➳ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ➳ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[ivorypaw]

The medicine cat's den is not a place Ivorykit frequents. It's full of bad, confusing scents — the copper tang of blood, the musk of sickness and infection, the heady spices of Gentlestorm's herbs. She has only come today to check on one of the patients dwelling within, a big heap of brindled dark fur leaned into a nest. The white she-cat clears her throat, and it notices her, swings fiery eyes her direction and emits a feral growl. "Kits ain't allowed in here, y'know," Fallowpaw intones, and Ivorykit forces the fur on her spine to lie flat. I do not fear her. I do not fear any of my Clanmates.

"I just, um... I wanted to see how you were doing," she mews, uncertainty blanketing her voice. She draws herself up, padding closer to the sickbed and its inhabitant. "I wanted to see if you needed some prey, or... anything. We're going to be sharing a den next moon, so... I thought it might be nice if we got to know each other." She sits daringly close to the edges of the nest, almost daring Fallowpaw to swipe at her with its claws.

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

• ooc: —
• Adora . Ivorykit, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 5 moons old, ages realistically on the 16th.
  — mentored by n/a ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a.
  — thunderclan kit. npc x npc, gen 1.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh white she-cat with curled ears and brown eyes. compassionate, righteous, naive, idealistic, self-doubting, self-destructive.

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