private eye of a newt and cinnamon / silversmoke

[DASHKIT.]

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The kitten had gotten a new hobby. She had heard tale of the medicine cats, one that would help fellow cats and heal them. Fidgetkit seemed to always be... on whatever the opposite of "on the mend" was. So, she decided she would learn! This way, she could know how to help him. She started peering into the den to see what they had, and shortly, she got the incredible basics down. That mainly meant "cobwebs go on wounds", though.

Still, when she heard of this news, she bounded towards her father. A smile lit up on her face as she nearly crashed into some cats, but managed to avoid it. "Father!" One could hear her excited call from miles away.

@SILVERSMOKE
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[SILVERSMOKE]

Out of all his kittens, he could comfortably say that Dashkit looked the most like him. Remnants of silver pressed upon her patched coat, her ears tufted similarly to his own and, above all else, she had a tail. He'd never thought the concept would be so rare, yet, she had been the only one to have that aspect of himself, something which blew his mind the longer he dwelled on the probability.

He watched as his other kittens played with their new clanmates, heart panging. Silversmoke wanted to get involved, remind them that he could be there for them and that he was an active parent and not just the spare one, but a desire not to ruin their fun overtook his own fears. His ears twitched against the nip of a leafbare wind, all the same, he allowed a trace of a smile upon his muzzle upon hearing the laughter above it, a sound which he wished would never go away. A sound that—

Father! A familiar voice called it out, yet it was a phrase that he still wasn't used to, so new that it took him a moment to register that Dashkit was talking to him. When he locked eyes with the young kitten, he felt his worries about parenthood melt away like newleaf rime - in part due to how quickly the torbie was approaching him. Paws were placed out in preparation for impact, a playfight, anything that justified the way that Dashkit charged at him with reckless abandon. Instead, she managed to halt and his blinks turned incredulous. "Hey Speedy," he huffed away his initial fear, an unearned smirk upon his muzzle as if he'd not just been concerned about his daughter.

"Are you ok? What's happened?" It seemed like good news, she was smiling, her voice buzzed like a happy bees, and yet, he couldn't help but ask such a question.

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[DASHKIT.]

Honestly, Dashkit didn't know what to think about their odd home setup. Sometime at the Twoleg nest, sometime over here. She cherished the time with her Clanmates, partially because it made it so that she wasn't making sure her siblings weren't in trouble all the time. Plus, it offered her new friends. New people to talk to. Ways to get her energy out that didn't make her seem like a buzzkill.

The air seemed fresher in the Clans, too. In the Twoleg nest, it would grow very stagnant. However, the Twolegs seemed to be truly trying their best with the gaggle of new kittens on their paws.

As she halted, she took note of his stature. The way he placed his paws out, and she frowned at the fact that she halted. Perhaps he wanted her to knock into him for some father-daughter time? Next time, she would do that, so he wouldn't feel bad. However, she grinned at the nickname. "Oh, you know me! I don't like to waste time if I can help it!" That... sounded odd for a kitten of her age to say. Perhaps she picked it up somewhere. She lowered down slightly, still grinning at his question. "Yeah, everything is fine!" From her position, she leapt up, only to come back down, standing, a few seconds later. "But I found out something cool. Can I tell you? Can I? Can I?" That was much better. She was actually acting her age.

I AM DISSONANCE WAITING TO BE ✶⋆.˚) SWIFTLY PULLED INTO TUNE

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  Dashkit is a SkyClan Daylight kit, a shorthaired blue-silver torbie acting as a mix of her parents, Johnnyflame and Silversmoke. She is currently 3 moons old, and speaks with a slight Scottish accent. Dashkit is emotionally mature for her age, and tends to mirror older cats to fill the "older sister" role. ✦

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