pafp do your ears hang low? | kitten play

[Magpiepaw]

A new kit, a new kit, a new kit! He had a new friend outside Maggotkit but he wasn't allowed to play with her immediately, a little too small for him to do much with but look at but kittens tended to shoot up in size in what felt like mere days when really it was a moon or so. He had so many questions he wanted to ask, but didn't bother voicing them to either parent nor the other nursery queens, collecting them in his head for when he could talk to Cinderkit himself. She had a weird face. He'd said it simply put as observation and been shushed to not speak it again out loud but it only confused him. What was so bad about stating the obvious? Her face WAS weird, it was scrunched up like she was angry all the time and her nose was so close to her eyes; it was no different than making a comment about how he couldn't walk a straight line because it was true. This information didn't hurt him, he was very aware and he was sure the other kitten was equally as aware of the fact she could probably lick her nose real easy.

"Hey...Hey..." He squeaks out a greeting, ambling over to her and teetering from side to side before plopping down heavily to sit.
He raised his paws up to his face, pushed at his nose as if seeing if he could press it inward the same way Cinderkit's was. Maybe that was what happened when you fell on your face more than he currently did. Maybe he needed to be a little more careful despite his wobbling nature and tendency to misplace his paws. "Why's your face all...you know..." He pushed his nose again, paws sliding back to press into his cheeks as he tried to stretch his muzzle to mimic the shape of her own head but failing terrible because that was just not how skulls worked.

- @CINDERKIT
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[CINDERPAW]

Cinderkit is doing kit things, clumsily walking around as if she had just learned to walk yesterday… sniffing the ground, playing in muck. Tiny eyes light up when another kit approaches her, yes! She knew who this was, Magpiekit, she knew him mostly by his unique way of walking. The girl thought this was an intentional quirk of his and was completely unaware it was involuntary.

”Hi.” She squeaks back in greeting, her tiny nose covered in traces muck from sniffing the ground. Magpiekit comments about her face, why is it so… so what? She is confused until he attempts to wrinkle his own face, it causes her to let out an immature giggle. He looked so silly, like he had stuck his nose in a pile of rat dung! ”I don’ know what you mean, but yah made the funniest face ever just now! If only ya coulda saw the look on your own face!” Oh, she could hardly breathe!​

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Spoiler: TAGS ★ 01/07

( secondary character / "speech" / ic opinions )​

╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· SOOTSTAR, female — she / her
╰ ‣ 3 moons . ages on the first
╰ ‣ shadowclan kit . marsh-born . believes in starclan
╰ ‣ carries 100% kittypet & Persian blood

╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· PERSIAN, smells like murky water and mildew , status — 100%
╰ ‣ black-furred . flat-faced, knotted fur . orange eyes


╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
[size=2╰ ‣ Cunning, brash, fierce, confident, self-reliant, envious & selfish
╰ ‣ finds great difficulty in relating to others . can be cruel, usually shows mercy to those she can find sympathy with
╰ ‣ sole key to her heart is loyalty, if you have her trust, she often shows a completely different side of herself. Aggression tends to manifest from her extreme paranoia
╰ ‣ Appreciates titles such as "miss, m'am" etc

[B]╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,[/B]
· SLEETWHISKER x ROOKTAIL
╰ ‣ lesbian.
╰ ‣ poor fighter . poor hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . reluctant to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.​

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[Ratshadow]

CALLED TO DEVIL AND THE DEVIL DID COME ✧​

Ratshadow had never been a ‘beautiful’ cat. She is smaller than average, her short black fur often sticks up in different places, and now her face was heavily scarred. The feline had been named after rats. Nasty creatures. As a kit, some tried to tease her about her fur. But she never paid much attention to them. Her appearance didn’t matter much to her. As long as she was clean, what did it matter really.

Her brown hues landed on the two kits as she listened to what they were talking about. It didn’t appear to her that Magpiekit was trying to bully Cinderkit. So she wasn’t going to tell them to knock off their questions. It was fine to be curious. Cinderkit did have a different facial structure than most of the cats she knew. So, they probably would get use to this line of questioning throughout their life. Just as Ratshadow got used to questions about her fur and scars. Then, one day, they’ll reach an age where no one around them cares.

The older cat continues to watch the two in her side view. Wondering if any other kit will throw out their opinion. "" ​

 

[CHILLEDSTAR.]

DON'T YOU GIVE ME UP, PLEASE DON'T GIVE UP​

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kittens had that sense of naivity that chilledgaze always envied. even as a young little fluff ball, they never really had a kithood. they spent a lot of time taking care of business. doing what they needed to survive with their mother. learning to survive, rarely having time to play. they didn't have a bad life, they just lacked kithood. it was something missed, leaving a hole in the pits of their stomach at times but it was fine. if they could make sure that the kits under their care had the kithood they'd wished to have so long ago, then they'd be doing something right. and at least they weren't complaining about the lack of food in their bellies– chilledgaze knew good and well that they were hungry.

with a sigh, they just watched, tail gently swaying within the cold breeze as they slowly tilted their head to the side. this was good. they needed to be kits. they needed to laugh and play and not worry about the wars brewing outside of camp walls. they were safe and unaware. and that's all kits truly needed to be.
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[✧ Snailcurl.]

SHATTERED SURFACE SO IMPERFECT
snailcurl | 32 months | female | she/her | physically medium | mentally medium | attack in bold pink

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Kits are the lifeblood of the clan, the heart of any group or family structure. All she had ever wanted was some of her own - to raise and love alongside her mate. Then suddenly he was gone and she was thrust upon shadowclan's mercy, round as a bowling ball and just as heavy to boot. And she then had that little family she'd always wanted - five, perfect little bundles of joy, an additional kit that though not hers she nursed all the same, and plenty of other little ones to take a turn watching over. Even if it was without him, she had them. But then her milk had all but dried up, and then sproutkit had too. And then she had broken just that little bit more.

Turning to warrior duties once more was the easiest choice she'd ever made - bramblesong and the other queens could babysit those times she went out on patrol, and it was much easier now that she was no longer round with kits. But that didn't mean her fondness of the little ones had waned any. Now returned from such duties once more, content to rest her paws only now that she'd dirtied and busied them, she watches over magpiekit and cinderkit with watchful green gaze. Neither is truly hers, but she will mother them all the same should they need it. It's one of the things she actually likes about shadowclan - they are like one very large, sort of strange family.

Like magpiekit, snailcurl is actually rather intrigued by the oddity that is cinderkit and her family - unaccustomed to such faces. But she is an adult, and old enough to know that asking about matters of appearance is usually considered quite rude. That doesn't keep her from listening in though, eager to hear the answer, and since it's an honest question from a kit who asks more of those than any she's ever met, she makes no move to intervene either.

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[Wolfpaw.]

❝ and they saw trouble in my eyes ✧°.☀ ———————————— Wolfkit was in one of his constant battles with the mud that crept up his legs when he heard Magpiekit's voice, he had to quickly turn his attention to whatever the other kit was doing. They were in some ways like brothers, both having Bramblesong as a mother figure, but Wolfkit was a little older and had always struggled to relate to the other one. So in the past few days Wolfkit decided it would make sense to be closer to him.

So with all those thoughts in the back of his head he walked over to the other two kits, just in time to catch the face Magpiekit pulled. "If you aren't carful your face will stick like that, I think" he said during a break from the giggles that came from Cinderkit.

[penned by user - [tags☀]]

———————————— ☀.°✧ they were quick to recognize the devil in me ❞ ​

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[GHOSTPAW]

Ghostpaw talks to kits more than most apprentices, he's noticed. He doesn't think its a bad thing. They talk about more fun things. Magpiekit especially is fun, even if he didn't know what he meant, a lot of the time... Today was easier, though. Cinderkit's face... It was funny, but that wasn't nice to talk about, he doesn't think.

He glances to the older warriors looking on, and they don't say anything, so it must be okay to talk about faces, he guesses. It made the other kits laugh, so it must be good.

Hoping to contribute, Ghostpaw pads beside them. His face is the same as always, wide-eyed and straight-faced, lips pressed thin. "I made this face once..." He tries to copy a gesture he'd seen Magpiekit do once, pulling a paw up and over his head... "Then it got stuck..."​