camp DEGENERATE INANIMATE \ late riser

[FEATHERSPINE]

Time-telling was easy, thankfully, but it did not make Featherkit any more pleased with the hour. Eyes that mimicked the sun in hue squinted up at it now, bright and high in the sky. It could only mean it was later in the day, and she already knew most- if not all- of the other kittens were awake. Frustration scrunched under her pelt, whiskers taut as she exited the perfumed den of her ðir. The night hat been a fitful one, yet again- mostly-untouched by sleep, as if the whispers in the night were calling out to him and keeping him awake as if their existence depended on it. Plain and uncovered, the camp had lurked like deep-dark-void beyond the threshold of her family's rest when she had finally gotten to sleep. Then, he'd been jostled in-and-out of doziness by the dawns activities...

So at last, Featherkit was up, well and truly- but he wasn't happy about it. The uninviting scowl that sat upon her could-be-cute features found comfortable place, tiredness clinging to her even in tandem with the lie-in. How frustrating... her downy mane bristled like brambles with the annoyance.​

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[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── He doubts Featherkit would appreciate it, but the tired scowl on her young face cultivates only amusement in Wolfsong's chest. He is slower-waking than his other siblings, and her silence is less...peaceable than Bearkit's. The more he learns of hid children, the more there is to treasure. "Ah, I was waiting to see those eyes of yours open," he says, his own glinting as he ducks to rasp his tongue over Featherkit's head. Her burnished mane brings him some measure of a strange pride. His and Sunstride's child, indeed. "Is it too loud for you, Bird's Wing? Perhaps we should try scaring them all off." His rasping voice lowers into a theatrical, conspiratorial whisper. ​

WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN FORMER ROGUE TURNED MEDICINE CAT. 38 MOONS, HE/HIM, NPC X NPC. MATES WITH SUNSTRIDE (07/05/2023). BIOGRAPHY, PINTEREST, & PLAYLIST.

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• — ★★★☆☆ WOUNDS: You're (mostly) in safe paws. You'll know if he's less experienced if he asks for your permission to try a treatment. No wound can scare him away from knowledge.
  — ★★★☆☆ INFECTION: He can prevent most infections. If you feel feverish, let him know; he'll hum thoughtfully over herbs and sniff your wound before saying, "With your blessing..."
• — ★☆☆☆☆ ACHES & PAINS: If you complain to him of pain, he'll ask where. If it's a headache, you'll likely feel a bit better. For anything else, "Try this, if you'd like, and tell me how you feel."
  — ★☆☆☆☆ BROKEN BONES: At best. he can ask you to remain lying down in the den. He may try to distract you with conversation while he considers what herb to feed you.
• — ★★★★★ TRAVELING HERBS: Going somewhere? No worries; Wolfsong knows just what you need to stay hale and healthy during your journey. The rest is up to you.
  — ★★☆☆☆ KITTING: Thanks to Starlingheart, he's better prepared for the arrival of kits, but any complications will need a little faith and a lot of luck.
• — ★☆☆☆☆ POISONS: It's best if you avoid eating anything unfamiliar to you— it's probably just as unfamiliar to Wolfsong. The best he can do is offer you yarrow and sit with you.
  — ★★☆☆☆ ILLNESS: If it's white or greencough, you'll likely recover. Otherwise, prepare for odd concoctions and the usual request that you consent to a little trial-and-error.

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[SUNNVAR]

✦　　. 　 ˚　.   Perhaps Featherkit had inherited his parents' strange sleeping hours. They had learned to drop quickly, and rise just as soon. Any moment to rest was taken, but any sound would rouse them. Such was the way of a traveling life, he believes. It is both a point of pleasure and regret that Featherkit will not know the same. Life in WindClan is as routine as life in the wilds may be. They are careful and organized; they care for each other, and work together, and they do not need to change their hunting grounds when the snow falls too heavily. A pleasant life. Not safe, but good. That she has the time to be an exhausted kitten with fuzzy eyes and a nettle-like man of slept-in fur– he is glad. Overwhelmingly and terribly glad.

He cannot help but lean in and leave a similar mark across the kitten's head. His tongue rasps in the opposite direction of Wolfsong's, leaving his fur raised in a jagged path. Above her, her father tries very hard not to smile too widely. "Why bother to scare them, when you could simply glare at them with those big, tired eyes of yours and make any pity your sleeplessness?"

𝘏𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌 𝘈𝘚 𝘓𝘐𝘍𝘌 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘗𝘖𝘐𝘚𝘖𝘕; 𝘚𝘜𝘕-𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘖𝘋 𝘏𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌  ╱╱ 9.13.2023 ˊˎ＜

• OOC. —
• ✦　　. 　 ˚　.  SUNSTRIDE. FORMERLY SUNNVAR. HE - HIM - HIS OR THEY - THEM. LEAD WARRIOR OF WINDCLAN. 4 YEARS OLD. PENNED BY REVELATIONS.  ——————
  
  
  ——  a tall auburn tabby with thick fur and bright glacial eyes. sunstride is broad and bold– a creature standing above most of windclan, though not a beast beyond it, with fur that flames red and deepens to a burnt amber with every stripe. his eyes, in comparison, are a pale summer's blue, still as bold as the rest of them. he radiates confidence and self-assured authority.
  
  

  ✦ NPC x NPC. DECEASED MOTHER, ESTRANGED FATHER. NO LITTERMATES. MATE TO WOLFSONG. FATHER TO BEARKIT, SINGEDKIT, RIVEKIT, SUNLITKIT, AND FEATHERKIT ——

• "speech"

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[sunlitpaw]

shadow of the moon
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Almost the exact opposite of her owl siblings, the hawk kitten was almost entirely a creature of the day. Sunlitkit would find herself borderline exhausted by sun's fall, quiet as the night wind itself as she crept into her ðir's den to sleep in his downy warmth and surrounded by the scent of her family. Her energy waxed and waned with the sun and now she was approaching a zenith of sorts, far outpacing Featherkit's own energy level as she follows closely behind Sunstride, never two pawsteps behind either he or Wolfsong. Not wanting to be the odd one out, and always eager for a chance to show her affection, Sunlitkit patters forward to lick at Featherkit's cheek, unable to reach his head. She was larger than Featherkit, but certainly not enough to comfortably do what their parents had done. Sunlitkit plonks herself down into a sit in front of Featherkit, almost annoyingly close to her sister. "Are you tired?" She asks the obvious. Sunlitkit knew the answer - it didn't take a medicine cat to interpret this omen! But Sunlitkit didn't like assumptions, especially in the event she was wrong. What a scary thought... the idea that maybe she didn't know them the way she wanted to. No, no, she'd rather just ask even when it was blatant. "I'll take a nap with you, if you want," Sunlitkit purrs her offer. She wasn't tired, not even enough to nap, but she'd happily share their nest if it helped her brother sleep.

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[FEATHERSPINE]

He was glad for the grooming; it made him feel even that slightest bit better, though he couldn't exactly pinpoint why. His face didn't move from a set-in-stone scowl, but a low, subtle purr rumbled in his throat at the affectionate greeting she was offered. Eyes brighter than his mood flickered up to his ðir, and then his father, then Sunlitkit. Her tail flicked, pleased with the attention from his family- and satisfied with the idea of scaring off anyone who intended on intruding. No one else knew how to talk to her; at least without annoying her.

"Maybe I can do b- b- both," she murmured, the amusement of her parents fluttering over her head. Scaring off, using only her eyes... it seemed appealing. Effortless, if she got it right. Perfect, she thought, as sun-scorch eyes narrowed to slits, the spikes of her fur bristling again. Grimace still in place, she nodded at Sunlitkit's question, offering her littermate a glance that held subtle but readable warmth, even through her unpleasant expression. "Yes... but, I'm done napping. You can p- p- p- p- p... you can practise glaring with me, if you want." he offered. He was in truth unsure if she'd take that offer; Sunlitkit seemed a little more fond of unknown Clanmates than Featherkit was.​

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[sunlitpaw]

shadow of the moon
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Sunlitkit giggled at Featherkit's offer, earthen nose creasing in her tinkling laugh. She had grown alongside Featherkit, had learned how to talk by practicing with her siblings. Learned how to read expressions and tone from her fathers, practiced it on her siblings. Sunlitkit had learned long ago to not take Featherkit's sour face to heart, but had also quickly learned to not undersell his impression to others. If he wanted to come across as a big ole grouch, than why would she stop him? Especially if their parents didn't see anything wrong with it, either. Sunlitkit purrs contentedly, lifting a paw to bat playfully at a bristled offshoot of fur poking out of Featherkit's own mane. "I dunno," Sunlitkit whispers, "I don't think I'm as scary as you. I can try! Watch," Sunlitkit's smile drops into a cartoonish frown, little brows held tightly together with her mouth pulled forcefully down into a frown. "How's this?" She asks in a voice pitched down, as if giving herself a deeper voice made her any more intimidating than the little pinecone she already was.

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