- Aug 14, 2023
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Ferndance was not his favorite cat by any means, but you could not deny how cute her kits were and strangely well-behaved given how ridiculous she was. Then again they were kits, the air of nonsensical silliness that she often carried looked much more endearing and reasonable on a child than a grown warrior of ShadowClan. He had a bit of a fondness for Snowykit in particular, her charming little remarks on the white spotting of her face being from snow striking her on the muzzle and dyeing her pelt another color as if embedding itself into her fur was hilarious and something he felt he might've thought as a kit as well. Briarstar had not been openly affectionate by any means, no coddling or babying about of her children but she had been loving enough in her own way and he can imagine her telling something similar to try and keep snow from being flung across the marshland in a kitten war. He remembers distinctly someone, unsure if it was his mother, telling him that if he stuck his head in any tree hollows he'd come out with seeds in his nose and a tree would grow from it - putting a very firm stop to his adventurous ways when he was an unruly little furball.
Spotting the little black and white kit sitting by the nursery and looking a touch bored (or perhaps that was just how her face fell, some cats did have that kind of look naturally) he approached with a flick of his tail in a greeting and a brief glance inside to see if anyone else was there before his green eyes narrowed in mischief.
"You know, if we roll in this enough we'll look like Frostbite." He remarked with a curl of black lips and flash of teeth in a wide grin before flopping onto his back and beginning to wiggle around to dig indents into the smooth sleet and leave flattened grooves where his back and limbs pressed down, "I think white would be a great color on me."
Ferndance was not his favorite cat by any means, but you could not deny how cute her kits were and strangely well-behaved given how ridiculous she was. Then again they were kits, the air of nonsensical silliness that she often carried looked much more endearing and reasonable on a child than a grown warrior of ShadowClan. He had a bit of a fondness for Snowykit in particular, her charming little remarks on the white spotting of her face being from snow striking her on the muzzle and dyeing her pelt another color as if embedding itself into her fur was hilarious and something he felt he might've thought as a kit as well. Briarstar had not been openly affectionate by any means, no coddling or babying about of her children but she had been loving enough in her own way and he can imagine her telling something similar to try and keep snow from being flung across the marshland in a kitten war. He remembers distinctly someone, unsure if it was his mother, telling him that if he stuck his head in any tree hollows he'd come out with seeds in his nose and a tree would grow from it - putting a very firm stop to his adventurous ways when he was an unruly little furball.
Spotting the little black and white kit sitting by the nursery and looking a touch bored (or perhaps that was just how her face fell, some cats did have that kind of look naturally) he approached with a flick of his tail in a greeting and a brief glance inside to see if anyone else was there before his green eyes narrowed in mischief.
"You know, if we roll in this enough we'll look like Frostbite." He remarked with a curl of black lips and flash of teeth in a wide grin before flopping onto his back and beginning to wiggle around to dig indents into the smooth sleet and leave flattened grooves where his back and limbs pressed down, "I think white would be a great color on me."
- PAFP - @snowykit
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Skunktail
—⊰⋅ Warrior of ShadowClan
—⊰⋅ He/Him
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
—⊰⋅ SH Black & white tom w/spearmint green eyes
