camp FIGHTING EVIL BY MOONLIGHT // defeathering

[TWILIGHTKIT ⋆]

[ pls wait for @YIPPINGKIT !! ]

Twilightkit doesn't pay much mind to the other residents of the nursery. With the last few moons of strife and change, she's felt more inclined to focus on her immediate family - which, ultimately, she doesn't think is a bad thing. No one has corrected her behavior, and it isn't as if she outright ignores the other kittens. She chastises them just the same as she does her siblings, should they cross her path ill mannered in any capacity. She supposes, as she watches on with eyebrows furrowed, she could count this as ill mannered.

She watches as one of Fallowbite's younger siblings bites straight into a bird. There is no process prior of pulling the soft feathers from its flesh, no patience in the preparation - just hunger and a subsequent mouth full of feathers. Twilightkit thinks he looks foolish but worries more over her siblings copying such idiocy. She trots over to the dark smoke's side, hardly hiding her distaste for his inexperience as she points out, "You can actually eat if you pull the feathers off. Here," and without waiting, the sleek she-kit begins tugging little brown feathers from the prey's body. ​

 

[YIPPINGKIT]

Hunger lives in Yippingkit's shadow. Baying Hound had always provided for them adequately — but if all their thick and matted fur were to be shorn away, it would be easy to count the mountainous ridges of the ribs; easy to spot the summits of the hip joints; a topography of need. They need food. They need to grow healthily. But for all of Tansyshine's and their siblings' efforts, Yippingkit practically refuses to accept the help they are offered. The need has become their carapace — without it, they fear they would turn soft and squishy, a spot of hemolymph in the carpet.

Today they have been given a thrush. Ochre feathers flourish from his tiny jaws; black-spotted breast-feathers litter the ground beneath him, evidence of his hastiness to transfer meat to stomach. Unfortunately getting to the meat is proving difficult. Still, he is trying, and he thinks he will succeed very soon — when the black-striped kit approaches and begins touching his food.

Bisected eyes flash with naked hostility. A hiss presses out of his steam gasket throat. Yippingkit does not appreciate this advance — does not appreciate her in his space, threatening his meal. But a new idea cuts through old instinct; be kind or else. This is one of Nightbird and Raccoonstripe's kits, after all — scolding her brother had gotten him scolded in turn, and surely her parents would not take well to his sudden aggression, especially after moons of sharing a den. If they caught him, what would they do? Cast him out of ThunderClan? In some ways it may be a blessing, but Yippingkit is keenly aware of the limits of his survival without caregivers. Would they toss him over the gorge, as they had Howlingstar? He could speculate on it all day. What's important now is that he adjusts himself accordingly.

So Yippingkit halts his hiss and forces his fur to lie flat. Twilightkit isn't stealing the meat, just helping him with feathers. He spits the excess plumage from his teeth and begins working in a similar way to her, plucking the feathers individually and without haste. And when there is a section of skin large enough for his teeth to sink into, he does just that. Thank the stars for the satisfaction it brings — much more satisfaction than a mouthful of feathers. "Thanks." So very mindful.

It is only after he has had his bite that he takes in Twilightkit in full. She is smaller and much more beautiful than he is, which makes sense, he thinks (his loner heritage seems to have cursed him with some kind of perpetual, unattractive grime). Notably, one of her forelimbs terminates in a white stump rather than extending all the way to the earth below her, as he would expect. With sense for neither cruelty nor tact, Yippingkit observes with relative neutrality, "you have three legs." Like how he has more toes than other cats. Certainly more than her. In an effort to relate, he continues, "I have twenty-two toes."

She could do with that information what she would. In the meantime, Yippingkit goes back to plucking and eating his meal.

𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄, 𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 !

• ooc.
  
• YIPPINGKIT —— kit of thunderclan . baying hound x duke . littermate to howlkit and thrashkit, sibling to many ✦ penned by meghan
  
  ✦ a hulking black smoke with low white. striking dual-toned eyes. fluctuates between total apathy and a need to fit in; difficult to befriend, and does not trust easily. unsure of thunderclan as a whole.
  ✦ intersex, nb masculine / he they pronouns / 04 moons & ages every 5th
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— will start fights / will not flee / may show mercy. a kitten, he can hardly defend himself, but that will not stop him from trying. apt against opponents his age thanks to his sheer size.
  
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, all opinions are in character
  ✦ full biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  

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[TIGERKIT]

If Twilightkit was gonna be known for anything... would it be for being a smart kit, or a bossy one? Either is better than nothing, really... Tigerkit is just a shadow, sticking to her sibling's side in much the same way Twilightkit resigns himself to. She has nothing to say. Nothing smart or cool... Nothing had crossed her mind at all, really, as Yippingkit took in a mouthful of feathers. They're really bad for a little bit. Tigerkit decides she would rather not ever have Yippingkit be mad at her. Maybe she should say that she ate birds like Yippingkit did all the time, and she'd never had any problems. Tigerkit's ears flicker atop her head in silent thought...

It takes her too long to decide what to say. Her face scrunches, unscrunches. She doesn't help them pluck at the bird, cause she's too late, and she'd probably mess up anyways... Now they're talking about special cats and their special things, like Twilightkit's three legs and Yippingkit's lots of toes. Tigerkit's ears flicker backward. Twilightkit and Yippingkit were gonna be best friends cause of all their weird legs. " That's a lot, " she observes. Though she doesn't portray it in her tone, she thinks it's a little greedy... " I wish I could have some of yours. "​