private freefall ☾ graykit

[LAKEMOON]

.·:*¨༺ ☾ ༻¨*:·. Iciclefang was doing a wonderful job at instilling a strong sense of loyalty for their clan in both her own litter and Snowkit and Graykit- Lakemoon had no doubt that, even though the queen raising her children bore calico in place of brindled, her teachings would help to shape fine Riverclan warriors, one day.
Today, however, they still held onto every ounce of juvenile vibrancy Lakemoon often found herself in awe of, oblivious to the dance of uncertainty the scarred warrior consistently moved along her day to.
The sun bathed camp in a bright golden hue, a warning sign the dusk was soon to come.
Lakemoon had settled nearby the nursery much later than she would have wished, but was relieved to still find Snowkit and Graykit still out and about, running around amongst their cousins. Iciclefang had been given the biggest fish Lakemoon could find, and the opportunity to have a moment to herself, Lakemoon was content to stay out here for a little while, until the sun would dip below the horizon and it would be time for the kits to head inside for the night.
Snowkits presence was loud and confident, a natural ringleader, Lakemoon had picked up on that early on.
Graykit seemed more unsure, his steps were more hesitant than his sisters, mannerisms sheepish and soft. Narrow azure optics watch as whatever game the kits had been playing evolved into faux-spars, and the first to break away from the group was her son.
He makes a bee-line for her, and Lakemoon only tilts her head and he comes closer.
“You know, practice makes perfect.” The molly hums, chin gesturing towards the kits that still scrabbled as she tapped a forepaw against a spot nearby, an invitation.
“Sit, I want to tell you about someone.” Her velvet voice is gentle, but her words are not a request.
When Graykit would get himself comfortable, Lakemoon would be wearing a pondering expression, eyes farway until the right words come together in her mind.
Up until now, Lakemoon’s half of her kits heritage had been relatively unspoken of, and even now the tabby would have to speak each word with care.
“You guys are actually fairly similar, you know.” A pause, but it is fleeting. “His name was Gray Wolf, and he was your great-grandfather…”

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  LAKEMOON ☾ she/her, warrior of riverclan, 27 moons.
  ⭃ lanky blue tabby with low white and navy blue eyes and a slightly twisted right hind leg. A large facial scar stretches from her right brow to her left cheek, and another crosses at her chest and stretches down the length of her stomach.
  ⭃ daughter of Tempestmoon && Lilypad ࿏ sister to Wolfwind ࿏ mate to Lilybloom & mother to Snowkit, Graykit
  ⭃ 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]

His mother is a puzzle to him. There is something in her eyes that he recognizes but that he cannot put a name to, but it pulls at his heart like fur snagged in thorns and it makes him want to press himself against her and never leave her side. He is playing with the other kits in a game of wrestling he is quickly growing tired of when he meets a river-blue gaze. When he sees her watching him from afar and it is an excuse as good as any to break away, to go to her with his fluffy tail raised high in the air. "Hi Ma!" he chirps excitedly as he draws closer. 'Practice makes perfect you know' she says and he nods, knowingly. Sparring and play wrestling was one of the few games he actually really enjoyed. Maybe it meant that one day he would be good at fighting, he hopes so! "One day I'll be able to take on every kit in the nursery with my eyes closed" he brags, chest puffed out in pride.

She doesn't have to tell him twice to sit, he heeds her invitation with excitement, just happy that he gets to spend any time at all with his mother. She was so often busy during the daytime with warrior stuff, duties that he couldn't quite yet wrap his head around, but he liked being near her so he would take any opportunity he could get. Instead of sitting though, he opts to make himself comfortable by tucking his paws underneath him and resting on top of them, fluffy tail pulled close to curl around his body as he turns pale green eyes on familiar gray tabby fur, wonder sparkling in their depths while he soaks in her words. This someone must be important, he thinks.

Gray Wolf... The name has absolutely no meaning to him but he can tell it does to her. It must because why else would she name him after this cat? The use of the word was is not lost on his youthful mind. He hears that same word whenever Lilybloom is mentioned. "She was a good cat.. he would hear others utter, their voices tinged with sadness. "He's not around anymore is he?" he asks quietly and he cannot help but wonder if Lilybloom and Gray Wolf are watching over them from StarClan together. But then the idea of it is kinda silly isn't it? StarClanners probably had a million better things to do then watch a stupid kit nap all day. "What was he like?" he finds himself asking, leaning forward a little as he speaks.

( 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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[LAKEMOON]

.·:*¨༺ ☾ ༻¨*:·. Her sons confidence makes a crinkle of amusement form at the corners of Lakemoons gaze, a gentle and short hum of agreement spills as her son settles. Optics round with youth swell with naive wonder, and Lakemoon can almost see the questions beginning to form behind his ivy gaze.
Graykit has proven to be astute for his young age, and the first quiet question to leave his maw reminds Lakemoon of the blossoming trait. “No, he has lived among the stars for a long time, now.” Lakemoon answers truthfully, she herself had not gotten the chance to meet her grandfather, only raised on the legacy he had left behind, stories told by Howlingstar and her own mother, but Graykit would not ever know them like her cousins kits will, and it is Lakemoon’s turn to take the mantle. “He was a natural-born leader, courageous and valiant. He created a legacy that has stretched for generations, one that has taken root all across the forest.” Again, Lakemoon is reminded by the thin line she walks upon now, one misstep and Graykit would be asking questions the molly isn’t ready to answer, not yet. Lakemoon lets silence follow her words for a moment, letting herself think, pulling together memories of a story she was told countless times tucked against her grandmothers ribs. “He was so brave, in fact, he fought a great big hawk to save someone he loved.” Lakemoon pauses, waiting to see if her enticing words sparked enough interest for her to continue.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── SMELLING LIKE A BONFIRE ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ LOST IN A HAZE ──┐‎

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  LAKEMOON ☾ she/her, warrior of riverclan, 27 moons.
  ⭃ lanky blue tabby with low white and navy blue eyes and a slightly twisted right hind leg. A large facial scar stretches from her right brow to her left cheek, and another crosses at her chest and stretches down the length of her stomach.
  ⭃ daughter of Tempestmoon && Lilypad ࿏ sister to Wolfwind ࿏ mate to Lilybloom & mother to Snowkit, Graykit
  ⭃ 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]

Her words captivate him, drawing him in, making him lean forward a little bit more to hear about a cat he would never meet. The cat she tells about is a hero, a leader, a mate, a father. He is so many things all wrapped up in one cat that Graykit wonders for a moment if he is even real. How could someone be all those things at once? A legacy that has stretched across the forest she says and instantly the question she had no doubt been dreading comes to his mind "All across the forest? Like, not just in RiverClan? Do we have family somewhere else too?" he asks, not entirely sure if he feels excited or scared by the prospect. He had heard of the other clans, of course, but admittedly he had found himself not caring much about them. Until now. "Will I ever meet them?" If he did meet them, would they be nice? Or were they mean and scary like the stranger cats that sometimes gobbled kits up in the elders stories?

She goes on to say how brave this cat was, how he had fought a hawk in order to save someone he loved and Graykit finds his eyes widening in surprise. "Wow" he breathes while thinking I could do that, I could be brave like that He would fight off two NO three hawks one day and then someday some cat would tell some kit about how awesome and cool he was. "Did he win?" What kind of a story would it be if he hadn't?

( 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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[LAKEMOON]

.·:*¨༺ ☾ ༻¨*:·. Lakemoon knows the information she had just revealed would come back to bite her in the tail when she watches her sons eyes stretch with wonder, and his questions thirst for more details. One day, Lakemoon will tell him and Snowkit all about their roots, from both sides of the river- when the concept of loyalty becomes comprehensible to them, and the warrior code won’t be a foreign ideology. He asks if he will ever meet them, and Lakemoon’s azure gaze twinkles with something unreadable, a type of sorrow. Graykit’s existence would have been made known during the last gathering, did Howlingstar know, was she angry? Would Wolfwind give the Riverclanner a piece of her mind the next time they are allowed to freely converse under the protection of a truce? Lakemoon doesn’t know, and thinking of it would only stir long-forgotten anxieties. ”Perhaps.” The warrior finally answers the question of whether or not her child will actually get to meet them one day- Lakemoon wants him to, she wants him to know her sister and mother, her grandmother. It would come at a cost though, a burden place upon her sons shoulders to carry as he marches onto an inevitable battlefield. Purposefully, the first question is avoided for the sake of caution, of another slip. When Graykit asks if Gray Wolf won, a rare smile cracks slightly onto stoney features. “Gray Wolf was a mountain cat, he lived up in the highest tops of the summits, of course he won.” Velvet tone laced with a small laugh, Lakemoon pauses to let her words work their way through Graykit’s brain. “It was an ordinary day, the Hawk came swooping down out of nowhere- its talons reaching for…” Lakemoon trails off, smile dimming as she is back on the floss-thin line. “Right for someone he loved very very much. Before the hawk could succeed, he leaped at it, and fought it off. I heard he lined his nest with its feathers that night. ” A fib, a flavorful detail, Lakemoon lets her smirk return. “You have the blood of the mountain cats and Riverclan, that’s a very powerful thing, you know.” It was a belief Lakemoon had always held close to her heart, she was eager to extend the same sentiment to the next generation of her family.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── SMELLING LIKE A BONFIRE ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ LOST IN A HAZE ──┐‎

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  LAKEMOON ☾ she/her, warrior of riverclan, 27 moons.
  ⭃ lanky blue tabby with low white and navy blue eyes and a slightly twisted right hind leg. A large facial scar stretches from her right brow to her left cheek, and another crosses at her chest and stretches down the length of her stomach.
  ⭃ daughter of Tempestmoon && Lilypad ࿏ sister to Wolfwind ࿏ mate to Lilybloom & mother to Snowkit, Graykit
  ⭃ 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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