pafp FIRST, YOU WILL HUNGER \ first prey ceremony

[BLUEFROST]

This day dawns crisp and cool; leaf-fall has teeth today, and Bluefrost can feel it as she hovers near the entrance of the nursery. The breeze combs through the thick mane of silvery fur at her throat, reminding her of the cruel season to come — will her kits be hardy enough to survive it? It is her lot in life now to ensure they will be prepared for their first frosts, their first hungry nights without milk or prey. It is a heavy burden, but it is one she accepts gracefully.

Today is the first step. Her kits' first moon has come and passed without real ceremony. Their little bodies have become sturdier; they are taking steps, now, real ones, around their nest. Their mindless mewls and jabbers have been unveiled to reveal words, consonants. They blink baby blue eyes at her, at their father, and they call them "mother," "dada," whatever they can get their unpracticed little mouths to say.

The night before, during their evening nurse, she had felt the prickle of teeth... and that is how she knows it is time. She presses her muzzle to Thriftfeather's before leaving the nest, murmuring, "Cottonsprig will be here soon with their prey. Will you keep them busy until she gets here?" She leaves without waiting for an answer, because he has never denied her yet — and, frankly, she cannot imagine he will.

She ignores the cries of hunger, of petulance, that begin to crescendo. They desire the milk she stubbornly withholds. You will nurse later, but this morning is special, she thinks with determination. You shall see. When the heather trembles and her sister's soft gray shape approaches on snow-blind paws, Bluefrost announces: "Your aunt is here. It is time." She greets her sister with a friendly blink of her eyes, then ushers her inside.

"Come, little ones. Assemble here. Cottonsprig, Thriftfeather and I have something for you." Her tone is brisk, for if it is not, there is no reason for the kits to obey her. "Sootkit, Foalkit, you will come over here! Asterkit, Rimekit, and Comfreykit, you stay where you are."

As she ushers the kits into their positions, she offers Cottonsprig a slow nod of expectation. "This part is all yours," and it is an allowance, an agreement between them — another promise, kept.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: please wait for @cottonsprig and at least one of the following: @rimekit @Comfreykit @FOALKIT @Asterkit @sootkit.
  also tagging dad @Thriftfeather :)
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• Bluekit . Bluepaw . Bluefrost, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 18 moons old, ages realistically on the 14th.
  — mentored by Sootstar ; mentoring Brackenpaw ; previously mentored n/a.
  — windclan queen. sootstar x weaselclaw, gen 2.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh blue smoke she-cat with white and emerald eyes. aloof, dignified, poised, haughty, composed, distant.
  
  

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[Asterkit]

The first moon of Asterkit's life feels as though it has flown by. She and her siblings have gone from tiny bundles of fur, unable to do anything but squeak and squirm, to more mobile young kittens, walking and jabbering words they still don't quite fully understand.

Instead of the usual meal they would receive from Bluefrost, their milk is withheld, earning a chorus of displeased mews. The only thing that distracts Asterkit from her nagging hunger is the presence of Thriftfeather, who she proceeds to sit with, worming her way beneath him so she's sat between his legs peering out. She looks up with interest as Bluefrost returns, Cottonsprig close behind her, curious what the visitor wanted. Asterkit considers moving towards them but Bluefrost only beckons Sootkit and Foalkit, urging Asterkit and the remaining kits to stay where they were.

Asterkit shifts back into the safe nook between Thriftfeather's legs, her brief frustration at not being summoned, alleviated by the sudden interest in her father's larger paws. She bats one harmlessly with her front paw. "Pa!" She mews, looking up at him. It is less a cry of attention, rather something akin to a 'hello' of sorts.​

 

[Thriftfeather]

Bluefrost acts with a purpose that Thriftfeather doesn't understand—he doesn't remember his first meal, whether it came with fanfare or nothing but the quiet support of his mother. Bluefrost vanishes from the nursery with a gentle request to keep the litter entertained, which Thriftfeather happily obliges. They are still simple, despite the strides that they have made in development, and the easiest entertainment that Thriftfeather can provide is to remain still enough to allow them to clamber over him.

Thriftfeather doesn't know what Bluefrost has planned: not when she departs and not when she returns with Cottonsprig at her side, but Bluefrost names him as an involved party, regardless. The way she divides the kits is seemingly arbitrary—Thriftfeather gives her a questioning look but doesn't give voice to his wonderings. Whether whatever Bluefrost has planned is a function of her family alone or WindClan at large is another great unknown, but the opportunity to ask has passed Thriftfeather by.

Asterkit appears beneath him, moves her smaller paw against his own, and Thriftfeather feels a quiet wonder at the difference in size. He overturns his paw, shifts it just beyond her reach to allow her space to chase it.

"Looks like you're with me," Thriftfeather says to Asterkit.​

DUSKCLAN DEPUTY ✦ GOLDEN TABBY TOM ✦ 19 MOONS ✦ TAGS​

 

[cottonsprig]

Cottonsprig rises with the sun, eagerness itching her paws as she shakes out her limbs. She spent the day prior, chasing rabbits and tracking moles with her cousins, both to ensure that whatever she brings back is perfect for the kittens - but also simply to instill tradition in her lost kin. (It's odd, how she's trying to attach to them now. It's something to do with the overhead situation, she knows. She cannot coddle her own children, so now she must clutch the few who will give her the chance.)

She gathers her offerings and departs from her den, approaching the nursery. Every step is filled with new anxiety, new worries... She presses sadness to be distant, jealousy and envy to fall to the wayside. She cannot be here for her kits as a mother, and the mantra fills her mind daily whenever it grows silent. But Bluefrost has given her a way to remain in their lives in the very least as kin. It's not the same, far from it for her, but it's something that she will graciously take in exchange.

Bluefrost finds her and takes her into the nursery, parting her litter into two groups. Two kits huddle by her flank - Sootkit and Foalkit - whilst the other three clamber on and around Thriftfeather - Rimekit, Asterkit, and Comfreykit. (She's mindful to not discern the two litters. She's silent in noticing that now, their days of age difference seems to trip into nothing at all. They are one litter. They... are not hers.)

"O-kay!" Her voice hitches unintentionally, and she paws the mole she has first to Bluefrost. "This is a mole -" she says, and in a moment's time the rabbit she's brought is settled with Thriftfeather, "- and this is a rabbit! I'm... sure you've seen one or the other, with your mother or father's meals," she takes a few cautious steps back, gaze raking over the prey rather than the children. "Moles are great at finding their way beneath the moors. They are fantastic tunnellers in their own right. And rabbits are quick with their strong haunches and hindlegs. Many even rival the size of some WindClan cats!" The she-cat tries to inject fun into the first meal. Her blue eyes fix over Thriftfeather first, then Bluefrost as she allows her sister the rest. It is the parents' right to nudge the children forth, after all.

𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

• ooc //

• ❥ MEDICINAL KNOWLEDGE
  ♥♥♡ WOUNDS ; can confidently stop bleeding and mend lacerations. will often request that you keep your injury clean and wait it out first.
  ♥♥♡ INFECTION ; as a side effect of likely her own doing, very dutiful with technique and treatment shortly thereafter.
  ♥♡♡ ACHES & PAINS ; will defer to a dark tunnel and rest. if pain persists, maybe she will offer something.
  ♥♡♡ BROKEN BONES ; has never dealt with a broken bone. likely will ask that you never move. ever again.
  ♥♥♥ TRAVELING HERBS ; learned well from her previous mentor. will pile even too many remedies to tough the wilderness with.
  ♥♥♥ KITTING ; having kittens of her own and helped several others with their litters, she is very well versed with calming techniques and quelling pain.
  ♥♡♡ POISONS ; she knows what they are... but that isn't enough, isn't it?
  ♥♥♡ ILLNESS ; having worked through two yellowcough bouts, she is confident in her remedies. much else... she's operating on trial and error.
  ⸻ cottonsprig is a dutiful and excitable medicine cat. she enjoys company and loves conversation. she'd rather not have too many curious noses snooping around her den... but who is she to quell curiosity?

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  ⸻❥ cottonsprig is the primary medicine cat of windclan. a former princess to the moors, she harbors many guilts for her actions throughout her short life. she has no consistent partner, unwilling to commit and settle, and she is training celandinepaw in medicine.

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[FOALKIT]

˗ˏˋ ✶ ˎˊ˗　One moon passes with all the ease of unawareness, and Foalkit is blissfully wrapped up in all the new sensations. He is a bright child, wriggly and loud. When he is denied the sweetness of milk, he is quick to make his displeasure known. A loud, wordless wail meets the absence of softness against him, and the kit collapses in despair.

It is only when the sound of Bluefrost's voice returns that he begins to quiet. He is nudged away from the moor-grass scent and stumbling voice of Thriftfeather, up onto his feet. Gangly, skinny legs stumble towards two sisters, bumping into the downy fur of Cottonsprig. A soft purr rumbles from his throat. He likes her; the plushness of her pelt is more than enough to make up for the bitter herb-scent that makes his nose wrinkle. "O-tay," he echoes her with none of the chokedness. "O-tay." He speaks over her explanation, pressing his head against her flank. When she steps away, he falls forwards with a yelp of complaint. "No," he declares, an echo of Comfreykit's favorite word.

His nose scrunches up in displeasure, and he totters away from Cottonsprig. He was comfy. Before long though, his wobbly legs bump into something sparse-furred and strange-smelling. He sniffs at it curiously... But does not sink tiny teeth into it; the allure of meat is nowhere near as strong as sweet milk-scent. A cautious tongue flicks out to lick the mole's fur.

‎‎┌── IT❜S MY ALL-TIME LOW ✶ AND I JUST CAN❜T WAIT! ──┐‎

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  "SPEECH"
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  FOALKIT ✶ he / him, windclan kit, one moon.
  ➳ a freckled black smoke with bicolored eyes.
  ➳ cottonsprig x foxglare (unknowingly); littermate to rimekit & comfreykit.
  ➳ adopted by bluefrost, adopted sibling to asterkit & sootkit.
  ➳ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ➳ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[rimekit]

She is instructed to stay where she is at, bright blue eyes watching as her siblings are divided into two groups. Rimekit tilts her head as her mother (not ma, not mama, but mother) brings with her someone the pale kitten feels like she knows - a ghost of a memory wrapped in plush soot colored fur and wreathed in herb scent. Her nose twitches at her aunt and a small, somewhat shy, smile is offered to the medicine cat. Just as soon as the smile appears it then disappears and Rimekit makes a move to bury her head in the warmth of her father’s shoulder.

Except… her usual place at his side has been claimed by her sister.

Rimekit’s ears fall back against her head at Asterkit’s audacity (is she truly that jealous of her sister?) and she looks back to her mother and aunt. Maybe she can sit with dada later. Even though she wants to sit with him now.

The hitch in Cottonsprig’s voice draws the kit’s attention back to the task at hand. A rabbit, large and fresh, is presented to her and Asterkit and Comfreykit. Rimekit sniffs at it and looks to Foalkit as he shouts a resounding ‘No,’ before flicking his tongue over the fur of the mole given to him and Sootkit.

No?

Rimekit looks back at the rabbit and winces as her stomach grumbles. She is no stranger to waiting for food, so if Foalkit does not seem keen on his meal then perhaps Rimekit will also hang back and wait. But again her stomach constricts and rumbles – crying out to be filled. “M…Milk?” She eventually asks, voice timid but loud enough to be heard, face pleading as she looks to Bluefrost.​

[ penned by kerms ]​

 

[Comfreykit]

This morning, Comfreykit has been rudely awakened early, and he seems to be quite grumpy in the aftermath of having been divided into the slightly larger group consisting of him, Asterkit, and Rimekit at his father's paws. He'd already grumbled nonsensical babble to himself, and had since quieted down, curious about what this was all leading up to - but not willing to show that curiosity. Ears perked high on his head, Comfreykit watched with vaguely-hidden interest as another cat entered the nursery, identified as aunt, prey in tow. He'd seen prey before - it was what mother and father ate, seemingly instead of milk.

Why had they bothered waking him up if they were just going to eat?

"Nnnn..." Comfreykit starts up, sounding almost as though he's purring if not for the sharper tone of his rumbles, but Foalkit beats him to the punch, stealing the word right out of his mouth with a resounding No! It's for a different reason, Foalkit's declaration, but Comfreykit can't help but feel slightly robbed of the opportunity to show off his wordsmithery. He watches sullenly as the rabbit is placed before him and his two siblings, though he also eyes the mole that is given to Foalkit and Sootkit. Foalkit licks the creature's fuzziness, and Comfreykit turns his attention back to the rabbit. Mother has said to stay where he is, so he must - but the siren's call of the mole is demanding.

"Rrrr..." He growls, mouth working out the word as he takes the first step towards the daunting new era of life. He extends his neck, sniffing at the rabbit from a distance. "Rrrab... but..." He drawls, and looks up at aunt who has brought this rab-but to him. He knows what mother and father do to these creatures, so after a prolonged look at aunt, he glances back at mother, before promptly sinking his small teeth into the rabbit's hide. From around his bite his gaze seeks out mother's, hoping that he had taken the correct conclusion from what was laid out before him.

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• COMFREYKIT ✩ kit of windclan, one moon
  → walks hunched over.
  → peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
  → penned by Archivist → .archivist on discord.
  

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[BLUEFROST]

Her kits all protest in various ways — Asterkit squirms her way in between Thriftfeather's paws, Foalkit yelps as Cottonsprig moves away from him and uses his brother's favorite word to announce his displeasure, Rimekit asks politely for milk — but it's only Comfreykit who mimics the warriors who came before him. The little tomkit sinks his new milk teeth into the rabbit hide, but after that... he just hangs there. Bluefrost blinks, realizing she has more to demonstrate — and of course she does, doesn't she? Hadn't Sootstar and Weaselclaw pulled the meat away from the hide? Hadn't they put the tastiest bits aside for their teething kits?

The queen murmurs, "Stand back, now." She gives first Thriftfeather and then Cottonsprig a look before leaning forward to strip a line of flesh and fur from the rabbit. It dangles from her jaws before she lets it drop in front of her future moor runners.

"See this part? This is the part you eat. Try it." She nudges Comfreykit forward with her muzzle, hoping Rimekit and Asterkit will follow suit out of curiosity alone.

She tilts her head toward the mole, willing for Thriftfeather or her sister to follow suit; Sootkit and Foalkit will need their first bite parsed for them, too, it seems.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: —
• 
• Bluekit . Bluepaw . Bluefrost, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 18 moons old, ages realistically on the 14th.
  — mentored by Sootstar ; mentoring Brackenpaw ; previously mentored n/a.
  — windclan queen. sootstar x weaselclaw, gen 2.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh blue smoke she-cat with white and emerald eyes. aloof, dignified, poised, haughty, composed, distant.
  
  

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[Asterkit]

Sisterly jealousy does not breach Asterkit's thoughts, thus she remains ignorant to the look Rimekit gives her, and remains comfortably seated between Thriftfeather's paws. Luckily, her father had indulged her previous swatting of his paw, moving it out of reach so she has room to chase it. For now, she's more interested in playing than the prey her aunt had brought.

Asterkit's attention is finally drawn over to the rabbit when she sees her brother stick his teeth into it's hide, though not knowing what to do beyond that. Bluefrost helps not only Comfreykit, but Asterkit and Rimekit, to understand what they must do, by ripping a strip of flesh and fur from the rabbit, before dropping it Comfreykit's paws and encouraging him to eat. Asterkit is more intrigued by the strip of flesh than she was the actual rabbit, so comes over with a slightly hesitant walk, and gave the chunk a deep sniff. When she lifted her head back up, her nose scrunches. She does not know whether she likes that smell or not. It is oddly pleasant but not as appealing as milk. However, it seemed they were not to get any milk for a while, so it would seem that Asterkit would have to oblige the desires of her aunt and parents and try the rabbit.

She bites down on one of the end of the strip of meat, with sharp kitten teeth, and tugs a chunk off. Asterkit takes a while chewing, not quite sure what to make of the sensation, or the sudden taste of meat. Like the smell, the taste is not unpleasant, but certainly different to the usual meals she was used to. "Rahhhhh...but," She says slowly, drawing out the name similarly to how Comfreykit had. "Rahbut." Asterkit looked up at her mother. She isn't quite old enough to express her opinion on the matter, but the way she speaks the creature's name the second time, appears to indicate some enjoyment of the bit she had eaten. It is if she is saying 'Rabbit good'.​

 

[rimekit]

Her plea for milk is disregarded. Rimekit cannot hide the hurt in baby blue eyes as Bluefrost chooses not to acknowledge her request and bend to the will of the toddler. First Asterkit takes dada from her, then mother seems hellbent on letting poor, poor, Rimekit starve.

Oh how slighted the pale kitten views herself in this situation. The world is against her!

She remains seated, bottom lip pouted and trembling as fur and flesh are carefully removed from the rabbit, baring the juicy meat beneath to the trio of kits. Rimekit’s siblings do as instructed by their mother. They try the rahbut their aunt had provided. However, Rimekit hesitates. She is wary of this sudden change. Why would mother make them eat something their incoming milk teeth could not tear into? Why would she take away her milk, the only food they have ever known, and make them eat something else?

It doesn’t make sense.

It is upsetting to the already frustrated child, who makes a point to turn her nose up at the meat. Her sadness shifts to simmering anger now. “No rahhhbutt, muh-ther!” Rimekit announces in a slightly louder voice. She stands and toddles away from her siblings as they feast. “Milk!” Kittenish eyes glow headstrong and defiant as they meet chips of emerald, the pale child stepping closer to Bluefrost. If her prior plea will not be entertained then perhaps her current demand will be.​

[ penned by kerms ]​

 

[FOALKIT]

˗ˏˋ ✶ ˎˊ˗　The mole's fur is bristly against his tongue, and Foalkit pulls away. A chorus of rabbit arises around him, but the dark-furred kit merely leans back on his haunches. He still doesn't really get it. Bluefrost's guidance is lost on him, oblivious to his brother being nudged forwards and his sister taking the first bite. Deeming this whole bit of curious exploration a failure, Foalkit begins to toddle aimlessly back towards the sound of Bluefrost's voice.

Rimekit seems to have the right idea, defiantly calling out a word which Foalkit is very familiar with. "Mm... Milk!" He follows the milk-scent determinedly, stumbling a little as his paws collide with the body of the mole. "Milk! Milk! Milk!" he crows delightedly. He knows it's milk time, no matter what strange things Bluefrost is intent on bringing into the nursery.

‎‎┌── IT❜S MY ALL-TIME LOW ✶ AND I JUST CAN❜T WAIT! ──┐‎

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  FOALKIT ✶ he / him, loner kit, zero moons.
  ➳ a freckled black smoke with bicolored eyes.
  ➳ cottonsprig x foxglare; littermate to rimekit & comfreykit.
  ➳ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ➳ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[BLUEFROST]

Bluefrost had not anticipated the chaos that would become of this little ritual. She gives Cottonsprig a frustrated look. "Were we this difficult?" She asks, only semi-lightheartedly. "Really, kits should be grateful..." Her tone loses its cool quality, though, as she lowers her face toward the first kit who dares to take a bite of the meat. Asterkit. She chews slowly, carefully, savoring the red taste, the texture. She says, "Rahhhh...but," mimicking Comfreykit; but now, now she puts a flavor to the name.

She lets out a short, polite purr. "Rabbit. Yes. Good job, Asterkit. You will hunt rabbit one day to feed your Clan." She hadn't known she could feel so much pride for something so innocuous — she leans close to her trueborn daughter and touches her pink nose to Asterkit's. She had been the bravest of her littermates in this endeavor, at least, and she is rewarded for it in turn.

Rimekit's baby blue eyes reflect her hurt and discouragement as Bluefrost continues to withhold her milk. She does not like seeing that look in her daughter's eyes — and she meets her sister's cheery blue gaze, wondering if she's feeling similarly. "Rimekit, Comfreykit, look. Asterkit took a bite of the rabbit. It is... it tastes good, does it not, Asterkit? Tell your siblings it tastes good," she mews, a command. Perhaps hearing it from their sister would be more convincing?

On the other side of them all, Foalkit tastes the mole's fur and then sits back on his haunches in confusion. Bluefrost looks at him with quiet despair as he begins to chant: "Milk! Milk!" "It is not milk time. No. It is... it is time for mole. Can you say it, Foalkit? Mole. Here..." She leans over to tear into the creature just slightly, just enough to expose its reddened flesh to the air. Would that help entice her smoke-pelted child further, or would it drive him away even more quickly?

She gives first her sister, then her mate, a helpless look. What she wouldn't give for an experienced queen at this moment... but her mother is long gone, and so is Kestrelsnap, and... she'd, frankly, rather die on the spot than ask Sootspot for anything. It's not like he'd been giving his own kits milk first, after all.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: —
• 
• Bluekit . Bluepaw . Bluefrost, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 18 moons old, ages realistically on the 14th.
  — mentored by Sootstar ; mentoring Brackenpaw ; previously mentored n/a.
  — windclan queen. sootstar x weaselclaw, gen 2.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh blue smoke she-cat with white and emerald eyes. aloof, dignified, poised, haughty, composed, distant.
  
  

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[Comfreykit]

It's like Comfreykit can feel the subtle disapproval that Bluefrost feels, even if she doesn't imbue it into her words. The way she says, "look", makes him grumble nonsense under his breath and he curls into himself for a moment, momentarily feeling something towards Asterkit - jealousy? Anger? He can't put a name to it, so he decides to let it drop - no use in worrying over something he couldn't articulate. He uncurls, suddenly intent on proving to mother that he wasn't less than Asterkit in any way. She seems to like it, after all, this rabbit, so Comfreykit leans in and takes a mouthful of the meat.

Deep down he knew that it would be different from milk, but he's still surprised by the rich taste of the meat, and he lets it sit in his mouth for a moment, swallowing dryly, before he realizes that he has to chew it - and chew it he does, like a starved wolf, choking it down with a spasm of hiccups that only subside once he's swallowed the new meal. It took a lot more effort to enjoy than milk by far, but he supposed it wasn't... bad. He takes a deep breath in.

"Rrrah-but," he declares, and sensing a chance to earn mother's favor, he nudges Rimekit encouragingly. "Try." He mimics mother's tone, commanding.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎OOC ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ .ᐟ.ᐟ INFO ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

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• COMFREYKIT ✩ kit of windclan, zero moons
  → walks hunched over.
  → peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
  → penned by Archivist → .archivist on discord.
  

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[rimekit]

Rebuffed once again in her demands, Rimekit’s ears angle back against her head, made all the more obvious as mother praises Asterkit for trying the foreign object being forced upon the kits. That ugly feeling towards her sister festers in her tummy once more – fighting for control with the gnawing hunger. Rimekit grimaces and feels frustration manifest as stinging tears in her bright blue eyes.

It’s Comfreykit’s nudge that snaps her out of her pity party. He encourages her to try the rabbit. Rimekit blinks at her brother and frowns, though she senses that he feels similarly to her. Seeking validation and a means of erasing the envious emotion tied to Asterkit, the mottled child sighs and creeps towards the rabbit. Her stomach twists and aches. The rich scent of prey almost makes her gag… almost.

Pearly milk teeth sink into the exposed meat. Rimekit tears a morsel free and wrinkles her nose at the taste and texture. It sits idly in her mouth for a long moment; fear of the unknown locking her jaw from chewing. Eventually she knows she must chew it. Her mouth floods, drool beading at the corners, as the pale kitten finally takes initiative and bites down on the chunk of rabbit in her maw.

It is a struggle, plain as day, to get that bite of prey down. But she succeeds. Rimekit looks to Comfreykit seeking approval for trying, then turns her attention to Bluefrost, Thriftfeather, and Cottonsprig for their approval as well. “T-Try.” She rasps to confirm to them that she ate the rabbit; as if the glazed tears in her eyes from the spectacle of eating wasn’t proof enough.​

[ penned by kerms ]​