private FOR A BODY IN THE GARDEN ⊱ Wiltingkit ⊰

[Coyotecrown]

Wiltingkit is soft, she presumes that's apt for her name. Coyotecrown never bothered to interrogate her sister on why they bothered naming their children these things. Frankly she had never considered motherhood as a path for them, no matter how soft they were on her and her own littermates. The downy kitten is lingering on the outskirts of camp today, far too close to the rest of the loner lands for her liking. She's learnt their camp isn't that grand, there's no big areas for protection but there's enough. Coyotecrown is swift in her action, surging forward and circling around her nibling. A stray paw shooting out to gently tap at their head, resting atop it for a moment. If it was anyone else it might be mistaken for affection.

"If I were a WindClanner or any other enemy for that matter, you would be dead now" it's spoken in a clipped manner, scrutinizing the perceived to be soft kitten looking up at her by this point. There's potential in her too, Coyotecrown has seen it in small fits of outbursts, it's almost enough to impress her. "I want you to try and attack me, what would you have done if I was some stranger? If I intended to harm you?" She cares not for how young they are, if they can walk, eat and talk then they could start to learn how to attack and defend. How else are they expected to survive? Gorging themself on prey until they grow round and compliant? That would be no life for her family, for her clan, for better or worse.

There's a doubt Kitewail has bothered to teach them much, all she hears is soft stories about how great SkyClan is. "What if SkyClan attacked you? Which they would. What would you do?" Surely they hadn't been filling her niblings heads with tales of delusions. Kitewail must know what they are, and in turn know what stains they have left on their kin. No kittypet collar would help them erase that fact.

‎‎ ‎OOC ✙ BABY NOTHING COMES FOR FREE ‎

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• COYOTECROWN
  She / her, DuskClan leader, 22 moons (ages on the 3rd)
  ✥ NPC x NPC | Sibling to Vixenblood, Viperstrike, Kitewail, Hawk, Wolf, Spider & Shrikedream
  ✥A long haired tortoiseshell with hazel eyes | Judgemental and spiteful, a cat that lacks respect for others and refuses to feign it.
  ✥ "speech" | thoughts | attacking
  ✥ All opinions are IC only!

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[wiltingkit]

Wiltingkit is soft. It's a safe thing to be. It lets her pass by undetected, lets her scurry under the paws of bigger cats while the pricklier kittens catch and tug. She is quiet, she is unobtrusive, she is hardly anything at all. She drifts towards the edge of camp, and wonders if anyone would even notice if she disappeared. Maybe she could bring back a real newleaf blossom, to show Starlitkit.

A paw lands upon her head. She flinches minutely, and her ears flatten at her own reaction.

Doe-eyes meet the face of DuskClan's leader, wide and innocent. A smaller paw reaches up to brush the fur of Coyotecrown's, feeling the weight of it atop her head. The leader speaks. It is a lesson in survival, as all things are here. She goads them, speaks of the harm lurking in that great beyond. Their glassy eyes turn outwards once again.

What would you have done if I was some stranger? If I intended to harm you? Not this, certainly. "But... you're not. You don't." They would not sit here and press their small paw to that larger one, waiting for the moment the claws unsheathe. They would not cower beneath the gaze of a cat whose pelt bears patches red as blood. They are safe from her, by virtue of that sweet red bond that runs through their own veins. It is that safety they chase in ducking away. "Your paw is - it's soft, not... Um. There's no claws." You won't hurt me.

Right? They look back to Coyotecrown. They don't want her to look at them like this - don't want her to look at them at all. Not with pity, nor displeasure, nor pride. She reminds them that SkyClan would attack them - Florabreeze's clan, the place that shunned their da. The place Kitewail wants to leave them, because they are too soft too stay here.

Their claws slip from their sheathes where the two paws meet, digging in softly. "I'm not scared." Not of SkyClan, not of here. Not of Coyotecrown - they're angry at her, for looking at them with that sneer. Their face remains blank. "I don't... want to attack you. Why - why should I...? If you're not really gonna hurt me..." They're daring her, almost. Prove yourself right, if this world is as cruel as you say.

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WILTINGKIT ㅤBIOGRAPHY ㅤ/ ㅤTOYHOU.SE
✿ nonbinary ( they / she )
✿ 2 moons oldㅤ & ages realistically, every 15th of the month
✿ kit of duskclan
✿ ㅤkitewail x florabreeze ㅤ
✿ littermate to rook-kit, starlitkit, hollowkit, larkspurkit
✿ penned by saturnid & ㅤmessage saturnids on discord for plots!

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