pafp DEAD END STREET ✦ DUAL INTRO

[PITCHKIT]

𓆩 ✦ 𓆪 Pitchkit is sprawled upon the ground not too far from the nursery; it's too crowded in there for him. His half-eaten meal of a frog lies discarded by his paw should he choose to nibble on it more. It would be a perfect, lazy afternoon - if not for the nuisance of a sister who's decided to make his life worse.

"C'mooooon Shadowwwww," the tom whines. "Can'tcha just -" He waves a paw around fruitlessly, as if the gesture will convey his meaning to his obnoxious workaholic sister. "Lay with me for a sec? Y'gotta rest sometime." He settles his head upon his paws, poisonpools of radioactive green staring up at the pale form of Shadowkit. "And I do too, y'know," he adds petulantly. If she's not going to take a nap, the least she could do is leave him to his.

‎‎┌── DUST TRACE OUR TIRED OLD FEET ✦ IN CIRCLES AS WE PACE OUR TIME AWAY ──┐‎

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• PITCHKIT ✦ he / it, kit of shadowclan, three moons.
  ➳ a patchy white and dull brown tabby with unsettling green eyes.
  ➳ lazy and loud with a talent for getting into trouble.
  ➳ npc xx npc, littermate to shadowkit, owlkit, lynxkit, & waspkit.
  ➳ 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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[shadowkit]

( ☁︎ ) "okay yeah, but you rest all the time, pitch!" the bossy voice echoes from the lanky lilac spotted body of a frustrated she-kit. one white toed paw stomps exasperatedly on the pine-littered floor of camp as she stares down at her brother. periwinkle eyes gleam with annoyance, the desire to be anywhere but here, convincing pitchkit to play, clear in her gaze. "there's so much to do today! like, mother said we could clean out the nest and make a new one for tonight, or if that doesn't sound fun, we could go ask starlingheart about herbs, or see if smogmaw will let us come on a patrol." the latter suggestion is one she doesn't believe will work, but bothering the deputy is more fun than laying down.

her paws itch to do something, go somewhere. perhaps there's a corner of camp she hasn't yet seen. chilledstar's den is out of the way... she's never managed to sneak into it. hrm. a thought for later. icy optics glare daggers into the dappled face of her brother, who lazes about like a... a lazy thing!

"what if i find more cats to play a game, huh?" she asks, flopping down beside him finally, although she doesn't loll about, rather lays primly on her haunches and forelegs, tail elegantly curled over her flank. "will you hang out then?"

MY HOUSE OF STONE ☁︎ YOUR IVY GROWS

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• SHADOWKIT ☁︎ SHE / HER, KIT OF SHADOWCLAN. VIOLETFROST x STAGHAWK, SIBLING TO PITCHKIT, WASPKIT, OWLKIT, LYNXKIT. 3 MOONS OLD, PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  a lilac tabby with low white and blue eyes. lanky and sleek, posture straight and poised, this girl seems to be the very definition of dignity. she holds herself with grace not seen in the way she walks, for despite outer appearances, a well groomed exterior, she remains clumsy. long legs cause her to trip often, tumbling with little grace, although she hardly minds.
  

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[Sycamorepaw!]

[ ༻ 𐃉 ༺ ] They were annoying, too loud for Sycamorekit's taste. Pitchkit did nothing but sleep around and if he isn't sleeping around? Hes complaining. Shadowkit was bossy, demanding and not only that kept trying to bug the adults to do things that she couldn't be allowed in yet. She was trying to convince her brother to play a game with her which made the cinnamon tabby wrinkle his nose slightly as an annoyed flick of his tail was apparent and he began to walk away from the two.

"Keep me outta your games" he stated coolly before finding a spot to settle himself away from the two, but not far from the nursery-training his green eyes on the siblings, caution in his gaze as he saw them more as a nuisance than someone he could overtime befriend. The only one he would make an exception for was Owlkit, she was quiet compared to his bossy sibling and her... lazy loudmouth one too. He was blessed with Marblekit, she was quiet, hardly annoying too and the last reminder he had of Siltcloud.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── So breakable unbreakable ──┐‎

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  Sycamorekit 𐃉 He,She, They, Shadowclan kit, 4 moons.
  ⭃ LH Rosetted Cinnamon Tabby with low white and green eyes, has an extra set of toes
  ⭃ Lilacfur x Siltcloud
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[owlkit!]

Owlkit was in agreeance with her siblings- the nursery was crowded. Some of them were cooler mannered then others, like Sycamorekit, but she didn't mind. Everyone was entitled to their own opinion, right? Strange gaze shifted from the kit who uttered a warning to them of her siblings, slowly padding to them both. The tabby's head lowered down, gently nudging at Shadowkit before speaking quietly.

"Momma did say we were going to need to get used to working." She prompted. While she quietly agreed with Pitchkit about wanting to lay about in the near greenleaf sun, she had every need, every want, to help her sister clean out their nests. "And.. and I think doing it now means we'll have really comfortable nests in the apprentice's den, right?" Chin lifted in introspective thought, before she slowly nodded to herself, as if that alone was convincing.

"A more comfortable nest means a better rest." She didn't say this to any one in particular, turning to peer at the nursery. A soft frown touched her face- maybe she'd wait for more kits and queens to emerge into the morning?

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ┌── WHO ENCRYPTED YOUR DARK ⋅❁⋅ GOSPEL IN BODY LANGUAGE? ──┐‎

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• OWLKIT she/her, kit of shadowclan, 3 moons.
  ⭃ SH blue tabby with low white. unusually small in stature, but moves with unintentional grace. eyes are split blue on top, orange on bottom. soft spoken and kind natured.
  ⭃ mentored by no one / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ no current love interest / / sibling to shadowkit, pitchkit, lynxkit, waspkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Gigglepaw]

Though she's become more skittish than usual outside of the nursery, Gigglekit is free to be herself while in the safe confines of the den that she calls home, alongside her family and denmates. Right now, they're all squabbling over what to do, and even though Sycamorekit withdraws from the conversation, Gigglekit jumps forward in his stead and smiles.

"My 'ama says that work and play can be the same thing, if y'really think about it!" She supplies, looking between the siblings of the other litter. Shadowkit was always one to go ahead and get work done, and Pitchkit her opposite, but it seemed that Owlkit supplied a healthy medium between the trio of them. "Like, you can make work into a game. Y'know?"

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎OOC ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ .ᐟ.ᐟ INFO ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

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• GIGGLEKIT ✩ kit of shadowclan, three moons
  → blinks incessantly & uncontrollably.
  → peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
  → penned by Archivist → .archivist on discord.
  

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[smogstar]

Amid the highbrow back-and-forthing and other miscellaneous stammerings, the kits' intellectual discourse brought his name into the conversation. Shadow-capped ears tilt in response, and a theatrical tail flourish promptly follows suit. He has been recognised, and the deputy shall ensure that acknowledgement is reciprocated in kind.

Keen pawsteps drag him towards the fold. Smogmaw has sensed a growing fondness for the clan's youth across the last seasonal cycle. Whereas before, they paralysed him with uncertainty, interacting with them now endows him with this hope-tinged determination he can feel right down to the base layers. Their beady little eyes rarely hold him in the same contempt as their older peers, and there is no small degree to which it eases the tension from his shoulders.

Three siblings. Pitchkit, Shadowkit, Owlkit. Prodding one another over the most existential question of them all: what to do, today? Lips release a curious hum, a subtle interjection from on high. Gigglekit's contribution comes as a notably profound one; intermingle work and play, or at least treat them in equal measure, and the day becomes infinitely richer and fuller than such a strict dichotomy would suggest. Smogmaw agrees, even if he often strays from applying the idea to his own affairs.

"You kits wanna go on a patrol?" asks the older tom. "There's one that needs doing, but-uh, I'm some tired right now, and I need help." His bearing is neutral, but he goes on in a tone too soft to deter curiosity. ​

 

[shadowkit]

( ☁︎ ) bright blue eyes flick towards brown tabby fur, a snow dappled eyebrow arching in scorn. "i didn't ask you," she mutters, before rolling back to her brother. she puts her nose close to his face and snuffles, nudging the boy to attempt to annoy him into action. it's unclear whether pitchkit will persevere before shadowkit is interrupted by the arrival of her sister. hopping up, the lilac girl purrs with delight and bounds towards where owlkit approaches. "owlie!" she chirps, trailing her tail along the blue tabby's back. "you're right! she's right!"

her head snaps to find gigglekit, who offers some words of wisdom, and she will nod aggressively. "see pitchkit? gigglekit and owlkit know what's up. so you should hang out with us now, probably." she grins down at her brother, awaiting his grumbly response. as she stares into venom green eyes, she scents the approach of someone much more important. glancing up, shadowkit finds herself face to face with the clan's deputy, who hums softly, tail twitching neutrally.

the little lilac tabby dips her head in the best imitation of respect she can offer, and her ears prick up at the tom's words. "really?" she gasps, eyes widening. "smogmaw, are you sure? what is it, where is it? can we go?"

MY HOUSE OF STONE ☁︎ YOUR IVY GROWS

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• SHADOWKIT ☁︎ SHE / HER, KIT OF SHADOWCLAN. VIOLETFROST x STAGHAWK, SIBLING TO PITCHKIT, WASPKIT, OWLKIT, LYNXKIT. 3 MOONS OLD, PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  a lilac tabby with low white and blue eyes. lanky and sleek, posture straight and poised, this girl seems to be the very definition of dignity. she holds herself with grace not seen in the way she walks, for despite outer appearances, a well groomed exterior, she remains clumsy. long legs cause her to trip often, tumbling with little grace, although she hardly minds.
  

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