backwritten DRAGON DREAMER [ priv ; kite ]

[shrike]

( 𓆙 ) there's a heaviness in the air. clouds hang low in the sky, a smog on the horizon from some far-off wildfire many miles away. dampness from humidity creates a dense feeling to the lungs - there is a struggle to breathe in the hot summer evening. a faded feline shape perches atop a roof, thorn-sharp claws tapping gently on the shingles that line it. the haze-covered sun seeps into her fur, warming her bones from the outside in. the heaviness in the air matches the odd heaviness in shrike's heart. there is a sound, a tap of paws on wood, a soft whooshing of air, and shrike's sibling appears beside her. shrike does not pick favorites, but she thinks if she had to choose, kite would be a strong contender. the black tabby has always looked out for her.

they sit in silence for a few minutes, the two rogues who have only ever known this place and these cats. the blue girl turns their head to find their sibling's gaze, eyes distant but kind. "the sky will clear soon," they murmur, in the odd way that she does every so often. "we'll be better off then." they swallow, breathe out, and turn their head back to the horizon. beyond the fence-line, a cluster of trees bends and waves gently in a silent breeze. they lift their face to welcome it, feeling the air ruffle their fur. it smells like pine. she sighs, leans gently to rest her head atop her sibling's shoulder. kite smells like pine, too.

BLACKBIRD SINGING 𓆙 IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT

• // @KITE retro to kite joining skc <33 "#586f6b"
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• SHRIKE 𓆙 THEY / SHE, ROGUE. NPC x NPC, SIBLING TO VIXEN, VIPER, KITE, HAWK, SPIDER. 14 MOONS, PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  a blue tabby with a white mask, wing-shaped patches on her back, and blue eyes. blue, with a darker blue stripe running down their back, tail and ears. their chest and paws are white, and they have a white mask around her eyes, and white wing-like patches along their back and sides. piercing dark blue eyes often give a far-away look, slightly vacant but always glimmering with thought. she has two small scars, curling pink along her neck, gifts from an enemy rogue in her youth.

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[KITESTORM]

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Since the siblings' excursion around the clan territories and the subsequent macabre, Kite's whereabouts have been unknown. On the way back to the Twolegplace, the black tabby split off from their sister. It's not exactly an unusual occurrence, for them to disappear without notice, but this time Kite remained in one spot, an abandoned warehouse. They had not eaten for a few days and had not slept for many more, remaining in the rafters of the mildewy building and only dropping down to pace around irately.

It was on the third day of their retreat that Kite emerged, tracking the scent of their sister on a rooftop. Kite wishes for silence and respite, to be in the presence of those dear to her. Their mind is aches. The black cat sits down beside their blue sister, glancing first into the distance at the towering pine trees that clan cats have claimed as their own and then returning their attention upon Shrike. Kite's mossy, blood shot gaze locks onto blue pools and they find themselves almost drowning in those deep depths.

The sky will clear soon. We'll be better off then. Shrike speaks these disjointed words and Kite's ears flatten to their skull, body stiffening as the words slowly soak into their entire being. They process what their sister just told them, drowning in their sister's stare until Shrike looks away into the horizon. The sudden movement causes Kite to shudder, a harsh exhale leaving their small body. Their head stiffly moves to watch the same scene as Shrike, eyelids reluctantly fluttering shut. A repeat of events happen each time Kite closes their eyes: scarred bodies, mud mixing with blood that was drawn all too easily, two lifeless shapes intwined in death as they had been in life. There's a shrill ringing in Kite's ears and their eyes snap open, heart rapidly beating.

"What do you mean, my sister? Can't you tell me... more?" A desperate voice that sounds haunted emerges from Kite as they plea with their sister. They think they know what Shrike intends with these cryptic words... eyes narrow as they glance at the pine trees-- the clan that dwells their claim these ancient trees-- and a strangled sigh is emitted from themself.

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✦ UNTIL WE FEEL WE CAN’T UNLEASH

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• — black tabby with a slim physique and compact muscles, tags
  — 38, ages every 21st
  — they/them or she/her
  — bisexual
  — wary to trust
  — speech
  — peaceful powerplay allowed

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