pafp ECHO IN THE MIRROR ✞ gift

[LILYPAW ✞]

✞ Some of the other kits in the nursery exchange gifts with one another, ranging from shimmering butterfly’s wings to little clumps of crumbling flowers. Blizzardkit first feels jealousy come crashing down upon her; she hasn’t received any gifts from anyone, but she wants to give someone a gift now. It’s what family does, one of the other kits says—and Blizzardkit wilts at this, shoulders slumping for only a moment before one of the queens in the nursery informs them that gifts can also be given to friends. Friends... The kit does not know what to think of the concept. She spends a lot of time with Rattleheart and Slatetooth, so does that make them friends? Yes, she decides, that does make them friends. And friends give each other gifts.

With a flick of her too-wide ears, the kit sets off for the fresh-kill pile, peering down at the prey that’s been stacked up. The other kits gave one another small things that they found around the floor of the nursery, but Slatetooth is not a kit, and so Blizzardkit must get him a better gift. The best gift. A small, fragile bird draws her attention, and the kit tugs it from the pile with a grunt of effort.

It takes a while, but with a bit of help from another warrior the kit manages to gather a feather and a frail bone from the bird. Their wobbly form is held high and proud as they trot across camp, ignoring the burn of the sun across their back as they come to a stop before the black and white tom. He will not ignore them, they know, and so Blizzardkit deposits their gifts in the dirt in front of him. "Got you… a gift." They prod at the bone with a pale paw, pushing both objects closer to the warrior. "For being my friend." The albino kit blinks slowly, eyes watering at the sting of the sun as she stares up at him. She can only hope that he enjoys her gift, or else she will have to find a new one. A better one. One fitting for a friend—because that is what Slatetooth is.

// pls wait for @slatetooth !​

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[slateheart]

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ With the sun beating down on the territories today, warming the cold landscape, Slateheart felt it appropriate to hunt. Just as luck would have it, he managed to return home with a rabbit, scrawny from winter but enough to feed the Clan's sudden surplus of kits.

He had just set his prey down and was heading back across camp to his nest, planning to spend the next couple hours grooming himself and possibly squeezing in a nap, when a soft voice sounded from his paws. He'd almost stumbled over the kit, not watching where he was going - thankfully, she caught his attention before he took another step. With a perplexed blink, he glanced at the offerings at his feet: a feather and a frail bone, most likely froma
scrawny piece of prey. Had it been any other kit, he would've offered a gruff 'thank you' before moving on with his day - but this was Blizzardkit. A kit dear to him, someone sibling-like or even child-like to him. Instead of brushing them off, Slateheart smiled.

For being my friend. If there were any ice left over in Slateheart's heart, it'd surely have melted. The warrior lowered his head to investigate the trinkets, eventually nodding with approval. "You must have worked hard to get these," he commented, raising his gaze to peer over at the fresh-kill pile. Picking a clean bone out of a bird was no easy task for a kitten, he figured. Green eyes met Blizzardkit again, smile unwavering. "A feather to line my nest and a cool bone for decoration."

Very thoughtful of Blizzardkit. The act touched his heart, truly; but Slateheart doesn't recall if he's ever been given a gift. It was an act of friendliness, as Blizzardkit said, but it felt so.. unprompted. "What's the occasion?" he rumbled, finally lifting his head back up.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── I SEND HIM A SMILE ⋅❁⋅ HE TELLS ME LOOK DOWN ──┐‎

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• SLATEHEART ✩ he/him, moor-runner of windclan, 19 moons.
  ⭃ a short-furred black tom with low white markings and green eyes.
  ⭃ son of LYNXTOOTH xx ADELAIDE // brother to GRAVELSNAP, ASHPAW
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by ixora ↛ @.ixora on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[LILYPAW ✞]

✞ The kit recoils slightly when Slateheart nearly steps right on her, but he notices her just in time—and he doesn’t ignore her, just as she’d hoped! He even seems to like the gifts, stating how they will be useful to him, and Blizzardkit’s big eyes go owl-wide. He enjoys their gifts! They did a good job! A burst of pride flares to life within their little chest, and their paws tap-tap-tap excitedly against the ground as he looks over the feather and bone. "Worked very hard," they confirm with a stiff nod of their head, wide ears flopping along with the movement. They had spent quite a while plucking the bone clean, but the feather had been easy to pull from the bird.

When the tom questions why she’s chosen to give him her gifts, Blizzardkit tilts her head to the side, blinking once. Why doesn’t he understand? Her muzzle parts in a small frown, bemusement coloring her pale expression. "Friends give gifts, right? Family, too? The other kits do…" But she has no other kit-friends. And she has no siblings, like Grasskit and Frightkit have. But that doesn’t mean that she cannot give gifts to anyone.​

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