- Jan 4, 2024
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✞ 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 !
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 !