pafp CAN'T YOU SEE ⛧ name questions

[Vulturepaw]

˖⁺‧₊ ☽◯☾ ₊‧⁺˖ Mintshade's kits are weird. All black like shadowy little omens, skittering around with their flashing fangs. He prefers keeping to his littermates rather than socializing with the rest of WindClan, though his littermates can just as much of a pawful sometimes. But - he's feeling courageous today. Something's been worrying him all his life about his denmate, and he can't hold it in forever. Vulturekit approaches boldly, words carefully planned out.

"Your name," is the first thing he blurts. Already off-script, he blinks owlishly. He's supposed to actually say it. "Uh. B-B-Brokenkit," the kit spits out, cringing a little at the brokenness of his own words. It's not his fault that's a hard one to say - but he still feels a bit sheepish, ears pinning back. He looks anywhere but the other kit's face. "It's - why are you named that? Is there something... wrong with you?" he asks with an undercurrent of frustration beneath his words. He doesn't get it. It seems mean. Doesn't it bother him? Brokenkit doesn't seem bothered. "D-d-duh-did your mom not - uh, like you or something?" What a sad thought. He hopes that's not the case, but it's hard to imagine another cause.

‎‎┌── FOR I HATE THE BUILDINGS ⛧ AND THE WAY THEY TOWER OVER ME ──┐‎

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  "SPEECH"
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  VULTUREKIT ⛧ he / they, kit of windclan, four moons.
  ⭃ a spiky-furred dark tabby with amber eyes.
  ⭃ skittish and dour, with little time for typical kit games.
  ⭃ micheal x npc, adopted by periwinklebreeze. sibling to dustkit and bilberrykit.
  ⭃ 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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[brokenpaw ♠]

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Pitch fur had blended closely within the shadows of the tall grasses. It easy easy for the tom to simply blend into nothing, preferred it even, as he watched his sister play and pester their older kin. However his habits have made him easy to predict, and such his denmates are sure to know where Brokenkit is in a pawful of guesses when needing him.

'Needing' him was an overstatement. More like prod him the same way Honeysucklekit might, and Vulturekit fit the position just the same. Your name. They started, and Brokenkit remained silent, face still as stone. Vulturekit stammered through his name in a manner not unlike others who seethed just saying it aloud.

CONCEPTUALIZATION - SUCCESS

Why is he named so?

The Mother says there is a part of him that is abnormal- his meow, she claims. The very day he broke free beside his twin, he was made of brambles and fox teeth. His cries unpleasant for even the kindest of queens, she says. I could never shut you up. She said, and so he never gave her the desire to again.

There is nothing broken within him, he knew this. Should his mewl have sounded different the first time it ripped through his maw, only to become strange and cracking thereafter, that would have become broken, no?

But Vulturekit had another question, one Brokenkit found rather fruitless to ask.

Did Mintshade dislike him?

Anyone who watched her interact with him and his sister may conclude that Mintshade did not love her children, or even like them. There were plenty queens around her and before her that were far more nurturing and gentle with their young. Far more that would see to that their kits were treated well and protected under their gaze. Mintshade did not do so, though not out of hate. In fact, Brokenkit believed there wasn't a cat under the stars that Mintshade would do that for. And if his mother was always that way, did that make his treatment of the pair any special?

She did not hate them. They would have starved if that were the case. She did not dislike them, she would have separated them from her nest far sooner. The 'love' others sought to see from Mintshade was a mythical change in the molly that she trained her young to never expect of, and Brokenkit followed that expectation. He was not loved how others wished he was, but loved in what the stars found acceptable for him and Honeysucklekit.

"No." Brokenkit answered, and felt no need to explain further. Vulturekit didn't need to know, anyway.

♠ i swear to god, i did what i could ———— ♠ i practically begged you

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  Brokenkit
  —⊰⋅ kit of windclan | 4 months
  —⊰⋅ he/him
  —⊰⋅ mintshade x gracklestep
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  —⊰⋅ sh solid black tom with yellow eyes
  

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