pafp FLYING WHERE I SHOULDNT BE ࿏ accident

[Pinepaw ⭒]

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- It was true, Pinekit could have done a better job that picking her opponent, but Graykit had simply been too easy to pull into a faux-spar with her with effortless teasing, which was much more fun than simply asking.
Everything had been going fine, until Graykit had gotten the upper paw, and somehow their latest tumble ended up with him looking down on her.
Suddenly, it didn’t feel like such a game anymore, not when genuine, unexpected frustration began to bubble up in Pinekit’s chest, only reflected in a slight squint of her gaze.
Eventually she would be able to free herself, whether by wriggling away or throwing her cousin off, that part didn’t matter. The dust cloud their ‘spar’ had turned up spits them out, and Pinekit immediately rolls into a sloppy version of the crouch her mother had demonstrated once or twice, it was meant for hunting- but Iciclefang had said it was a versatile move, adaptable.
When Graykit would come charging for her again, Pinekit would lunge forward, attempting to grapple her forepaws around his shoulders in an aggressive tackle.
Her move would prove to be successful to some degree, as the two proceed to tumble once more, a partially gaping jaw would find a spot to deliver what was supposed to be a light nip. It’s an accident truly, when Pinekit’s focus on caution slips, and instead she feels her teeth clamp down hard. Under ashen fur, she feels flesh split like a berry under the weight of her teeth. When the kittens would break apart, Pinekit would be spitting strands of her cousin's fur from her mouth- her first instinct to try and wipe dribbles of vermillion that fleck around her lips rather than fly to Graykit’s side. “Sorry, sorry…you’re okay…” When she’s done, the apology comes flying from her maw before she’d let herself be subjected to a scolding, shuffling over to Graykit with an empty blink. “It was an accident.” The small tortoiseshell insists.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── AND I BEG TO BE TESTED ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ BY GODDESSES RESTING ──┐‎

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  PAFP — @Graykit
  
  

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  PINEKIT ✩ she/her, kit of riverclan, 4 moons.
  ⭃ plush-furred tortoiseshell she-kit with white dipped forepaws, tail tip, and muzzle and round, honey hued optics.
  ⭃ daughter of Iciclefang && Stormywing ࿏ sister to Cragkit && Crabkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Graypaw]

It is not difficult to coax Graykit into a round of play-fighting. A few well-placed words, a challenge that brings a smile to his lips, draws a almost lazy "You're on" from his tongue and then he is circling his cousins dappled body. It comes easily to him, wrestling with the others. He is untrained, unfiltered, but there is potential in the way he bats a paw, in the way he sidesteps and whirls. It's fun and when he finds himself with the upper paw he actually finds himself laughing. Except he doesn't notice the frustration growing in sun-colored eyes, and when Pinekit wriggles away from him it is with joy upon his features that he turns to give chase. It was just a game right?

She lunges for him and he rushes to meet her, grunting slightly as her body collides into his chest. They tumble about for a few seconds more, each trying and failing to get the advantage over the other. Then suddenly theres a blinding flash of pain radiating from his shoulder. A yelp of pain and shock escapes him and his muted green eyes fly open wide as he scrabbles to get away. it was just a game it was just a game how did I get hurt why why why his thoughts are everywhere as his young mind races to figure out what had happened.

He twists to inspect the damage, tears already springing to his eyes. It's not bad, Pinekit must have let go the second she had realized what she was doing, he thinks. She didn't mean it. She couldn't have. "It's.. It's okay Pinekit" he says with a sniffle, reaching up to wipe the tears from his eyes so that she did not have to feel so bad. "I'm fine. Really." he doesn't want her to be mad at him, to think he's a big baby and stop playing with him forever so he could suck it up, pretend like it hadn't hurt that bad, that it wasn't hurting even now.

( ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ) I can feel you leaving

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  GRAYKIT RIVERCLAN KITTEN ; HE / HIM
  LILYBLOOM X LAKEMOON BROTHER TO SNOWKIT
  

  A plush coated kitten with a pelt marbled in varying shades of gray and white. He has dull green eyes and a tall stature. Most of his personality can be described as carefree though some also say that unmotivated is a more than apt term. His trust and love is easily won through praise but he will do little work to receive it.

  ✶ easy in battle + no formal training
  

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[Gladefrost]

Troutsnout had found herself unknowingly going to the nursery to check on Robinheart before it hit her— her best friend was mangled by a dog in the medicine den with Moonbeam and Rivuletkit. Her mouth feels sour for an disdain for twolegs as it was their beast that did this to her best friend. What else will they take before there isn't anything left? Once delicate features are twisted in disgust at the torment and hatred for the furless creatures until a loud yelp catches her attention, and instantly she assumes the worst.

The bears did nothing.

They're back.

She twists on her paws and finds herself looking at the nursery and finds just the two children playing without the imposter of a twoleg. A faint hint of sanguine tickles her nose and she looks at the teary eyed Graykit and she moves forward to check out his shoulder. “Are you okay, Graykit?” The spotted warrior would inquire with a tilt of her head as she examines the slight break of skin before glancing at Pinekit for a moment who was bombarding him with apologizes. A gentle sigh parts her lips as she attempts to pat both of their heads with an ivory paw to ensure she wouldn't scold either of them.

“You have to be careful, Pinekit.” Troutsnout softly coos as she glances at the medicine den before contemplating if it was serious enough to get Moonbeam. The wound was barely notable and seemed more like a couple of thorns had found themselves in Graykit's coat than an actual bite. “Do you want me to get Moonbeam to check it out or is it fine?” An inquiry comes from her as she tilts her head slightly at the son of Lakemoon.
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