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[vixenblood]

She hadn't, in her defense, actually been there when the rest of her family had gone to bother their dearest Kite and Wolf. It's a shame! Vixen would have loved to see the look on their faces. She's alone today, other siblings preparing to leave their little nest once night has fallen in earnest, but Vixen couldn't just up and leave their home in search of adventure without saying goodbye to their darling littermate! The sun is starting to sink low, much like it had been when Vixen sunk her claws into that passive SkyClanner who wouldn't indulge her games.

"Oh Ki-ite," Vixen singsongs, chittering in the wake of her meow as if calling a bird to her side. Would the SkyClanners appear from the trees like the strange birds they happened to pretend to be, or from the roots like normal cats?

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• // @KITE but no need to wait! takes place around the time of the dusk patrols :3
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• VIXEN ✧ she/they, rogue
  
  
  — "a lean tortoiseshell with yellow-green eyes."
  — single ; no allegiance
  — speech is in #AC315A
  — tags | penned by mercibun, contact on discord for plots.
  
  
  
  

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[KITESTORM]

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Since the incident in which Kite's siblings harassed their new pseudo family at the border, the tabby has tried to pushed any thoughts of family to the back of their mind. For all their travels, Kite had not been away from family for as long as now; the pangs of guilt were too much for the stoic cat to deal with. It was easy to quit searching for similarities between their siblings and clanmates, stop reminiscing at night about their time together, or go to sleep wondering if they were all staying safe. Kite would not even speak to Florabreeze about her family. Maybe they held onto the hope that surely, surely they would see their family again. They approach their own renaming, their acceptance as a true Skyclanner. But their illusion of being a true Skyclanner can be broken so quickly with words spoken by a oh too familiar voice, Ki-ite!

The dusk patrol approaches the border, a routine patrol of the dangerous border which Kite tries to avoid at all costs- but to no avail this night. Kite hears the call as they tense their muscles, planning to leap from one tree to it's neighbor and as they spring from a limb, the noise is processed and if it had not been for quick instincts, Kite would have instead fell through the branches and their sister would be here for their last breath. Talons pierce through bark, securing the shadow's hold onto the pine tree. There, beneath this very tree, is Kite's murderous sister.

Like a real Skyclanner, Kite descends partway down from where they had collided into the tree and then twists, pushing off to land neatly on the ground. "Vixen," Kite greets, monotone voice lacking any surprise or warmth, though the tip of their tail flicks erratically in anticipation. They shoot a glance over their shoulder at the rest of the patrol and mutters, "Be on edge... they hardly travel alone."

Kite edges closer to the lean tortoiseshell, a panicked frown tugging at her lips. Has Vixen come to harass them, as their siblings did before? Will their sister hurt these Skyclanners... as she has before? Kite's heart thrums rapidly as they halt right at the scent marker, so close that Kite can see the condensation of Vixen's breathing, smell the scent of her last meal.

The fur on Kite's back bristles as an internal battle of wanting to nuzzle into their sister's fur, inhale deeper than ever before the familiar scents of home... but knowing they need to perform as expected: If Vixen attacks, as their siblings had, Kite must fight back and defend their clan. Their dull eyes search Vixen's speckled face, searching for answers or any indication that Vixen may truly be here for something more than a thrill. Maybe Vixen can see the silent plea in their eyes: Don't make me hurt you. Does she bring a message? "Please... sister, what brings you here?"

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• — black tabby with a small stature and compact muscles ; TAGS
  — 39, ages every 21st
  — they/them
  — speech
  — peaceful powerplay allowed

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[FIGFEATHER]

From the roots, but nonetheless a real SkyClanner, Figfeather emerges. Kite stands in front of her, their black fur reflecting the cascading rays of the sun. Figfeather would’ve had to stop and admire how powerful they looked in the moment, their muscles rippling beneath a tabby coat, but she’s distracted by the chittering feline at their border.

Kite turns their head back and warns the patrol this cat almost never travels in solitude. Figfeather’s brow raises in suspicion, Kite knows this cat? Who are they? What do they want? Her lips tense in preparation to let loose a growl but it’s revealed faster than she can speak that this is Kite’s sister. Figfeather wouldn’t have guessed, while both equally scarred, they were otherwise opposite images. The calico she-cat was scrawny and scrappy, her fur unkempt and tangled. Kite is well-padded with muscle, small like their litter-mate but still appeared as strong as an ox. In a fight she’d place all bets on her clan-mate.

She says nothing for now. Her ears prick awaiting an answer to Kite’s question.

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[DOEBLAZE]

Doeblaze does indeed drop from the trees, Cloudypaw in tow, slithering down the trunk with the ease of an undulating serpent. Pine needles cling to her wind-rumpled lilac coat, and she lopes forward to flank her Clanmates. One quick inhale confirms her suspicions—the cruel, distinctive tang of rogue-scent sits on her nose.

Pale claws curls unbidden into the pine-carpeted earth and she gestures with her tail for her apprentice to carefully join her, a challenge already waiting behind her lips. But—but Kite seems to know them, and owing to a heady cocktail of personal experience, the implicit trust of a Clanmate, and some modicum of respect for Kite, she lets it rest heavily on her palate as the dark tabby warrior greets their sister with terse words.

Sister, Doeblaze registers with a faint ping of kinship; she had encountered her own sister on this border not long ago. Then again, Crochet—Bloomfur, she corrects herself—had seemed somehow much more benevolent than this creature. Between Vixen's rogue-scent and something about the wiry, darting way she moves, something feels strange about this one. Doeblaze's ears twitch and, much like Figfeather, she opts to stand in silent solidarity with Kite, occasionally glancing askance between the siblings.

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[vixenblood]

Vixen either doesn't notice the tension that trails behind her littermate, or does not care. A halfhearted glance is spared towards the other she-cats who join them at the scent markers, which Vixen has politely decided not to cross for once, but tattered ears are pointed in earnest towards the dark tabby as they pad closer. The silent plea goes unmentioned, Vixen choosing to ignore that in earnest, and her whiskers twitch in a saccharine gesture.

"Kitey!" She greets her littermate warmly, the corners of her eyes crinkling as if she weren't about to drop a bombshell upon her dear, darling sibling. "I'm leaving! So are the others - though I think ma and pa are staying put - but the rest of us are heading for the mountains on the other side of the forest. I didn't get to see you when they visited last, so I wanted to say goodbye."

ooc ✧ 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘫𝘶𝘥𝘢𝘴

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• VIXEN ✧ she/they, rogue
  
  
  — "a lean tortoiseshell with yellow-green eyes."
  — single ; no allegiance
  — speech is in #AC315A
  — tags | penned by mercibun, contact on discord for plots.
  
  
  
  

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[KITESTORM]

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Kite's tail whips nervously, ears jerking irritability forward as Vixen begins to speak. They feel the burn of the patrol's curious looks, the tabby is sure they will answer in some way for this visitation- as they had last time. "...leaving?" A shudder rolls along Kite's spine. They'll be so far away...

The dark tabby scrutinizes the tortoiseshell through constricted pupils. Kite doubts this could be the only reason Vixen has come. It seems much easier for the cat to send one of their younger, less menacing siblings to deliver this message. Kite's claws unsheathe as their thoughts become clouded by the worry this could be a a ruse. Would Vixen threaten to incinerate all which Kite has worked towards? They mutter through gritted teeth, "So be it..."

The sense of nostalgia and the familial turbulence of love they felt moments ago waver. Skyclan is where they belong for now. They do not with the murderous tortoiseshell in the mountains. They can only hope their family knows a part of their heart will always remain with their family; but now is not the time to express that, not when they are still in such precarious standing with the clan. "Now!" Kite spats, short ears falling against their skull. "...get going...!" Kite's chest heaves with an unfamiliar burn. It was as though they felt the tether connecting themself to their family fraying quicker than it has since arriving to the forest... they do not want to break this entirely.

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• — black tabby with a small stature and compact muscles ; TAGS
  — 39, ages every 21st
  — they/them ✧ mate to Florabreeze
  — speech
  — peaceful powerplay allowed

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[vixenblood]

Vixen had expected something of a reaction. Kite had always been the most stoic of their kin (aside from maybe Viper, or Coyote, or ... oh no, was Vixen the odd one out?), but their littermate's slit-eyed stare makes the tortoiseshell shuffle on uncomfortable paws. Was the ground oddly burning or was that just her nerves? Maybe it's for the best that she hadn't revealed that Spider was staying behind. It shatters Vixen's heart, however, when the dark tabby practically unsheathes their claws at her, and hisses a warning for her to leave! To their sister! How dare they?

"You're so mean!" Vixen wails at full volume, already scampering off to stand a safe distance away. Eyes full of (fake) tears, she sniffles and adds, "I love you! Say it back! Or I won't go!"

In that moment, she isn't sure if she means it or not.

ooc ✧ 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘫𝘶𝘥𝘢𝘴

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•  
• VIXEN ✧ she/they, rogue
  
  
  — "a lean tortoiseshell with yellow-green eyes."
  — single ; no allegiance
  — speech is in #AC315A
  — tags | penned by mercibun, contact on discord for plots.
  
  
  
  

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[KITESTORM]

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They're close to having smoke fume from their ears when Vixen's begins to shift her paws. The sight of her discomfort slowly pokes Kite closer to the edge- they cannot understand why Vixen has the right to be so visibly uncomfortable, while Kite must maintain indifference each time their siblings come to pay a visit and make their life all the more difficult. Vixen's tiresome charade irks Kite, it presses Kite to saunter after their theatric sister.

'I love you! Say it back!' "Sure I love you, my sister..." Kite glares at their similarly sized sister and nears closer. Their next words are spoken harshly, "But my heart does not belong with you... or our family any more. It belongs with the clan... and above all else, my mate." Kite leans forward and presses their forehead against Vixen's. "Get going, Vixen.... don't make this more difficult. Let me see it through," Kite whispers harshly with a commanding tone into Vixen's ear, so only they can hear, before tearing themself away and twisting on their heel.

They saunter back over the border and pauses in front of Figfeather and Doeblaze. "She's too much of a coward to be a bother, not with all of us here." A dangerous glare is shot over their shoulder at the tortoiseshell- a final warning. "We should go now..." Kite pads away, unconcerned about Vixen, and the rest of their family, for now.

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• — black tabby with a small stature and compact muscles ; TAGS
  — 39, ages every 21st
  — they/them ✧ mate to Florabreeze
  — speech
  — peaceful powerplay allowed

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