duskclan From Dust To Dust ☪ Intro

[Mumblekit]

Mumblekit

Status: Crying, Sad

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The small skittish kitten sat hidden amongst the shadows of a bush. Tail wrapped tight and close to her body as tremors racked her small frame. The damning white of the bone like markings along the bottom of her tail hidden from any prying eyes or suspicious glances. Green eyes watched the other cats going about their day, praying not to be noticed. Father had left earlier, muttering to himself as he went, never happy that his little weapon was so useless and weak. She misses Mother. She doesn't remember much about Mother, just her sweet scent and loving voice. Father is the complete opposite of Mother. The other cats fear her, think she'll bring death due to her scent and markings, an omen, she heard one mutter. Father though, Father sees her as a weapon for all the same reasons the others fear her. She doesn't like it. She doesn't like this place. She wants to leave. She wants to go home. Silent sobs wrack her body as the one they called Mumblekit curled into herself further. An insult no doubt, of her weakness and skittishness. She doesn't remember if she had a name with Mother, she only has fuzzy memories of being called 'Little Rabbit', while Father couldn't be bothered to call her anything but useless. The leader of this group in the end was the one to name her, and she hates it.
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It's my Curse to try and make it right ☪────☪────☪ But by trying make it Worse

• OOC:
• Mumblekit - LH Classic Black Tabby w/ Low White and Green Eyes ☪ She/Her ☪ Duskclan Kit ☪ Penned by Snowy ☪ 3 moons
  ☪ Contact TimelordSnowy on Discord for plotting
  ☪ "Speech"
  ☪ Thoughts

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[DUSTWHISKER]

DUSTWHISKER

HE / HIM | DUSKCLAN WARRIOR

His jaunt around this shoddy camp of theirs is stilled by the sound of nearby sniffles. Crying, Dustwhisker decides with a frown and a lash of his tail, dull eyes scanning the area for the source. Crying won't do a DuskClanner any good. The dark tom's eyes narrow in on a wayward bush and the trembled rustle in its form.

With a huff, he steps toward it, and a scarred paw stretches outward to shift branches aside. A small, dark form curled in on herself, Dustwhisker is hardly surprised to find a kit as the source of tears. Especially this one — the oddity always seems to have something to shed tears over.

" Tch, crying again? " he sneers at Mumblekit, " Your father won't be happy to hear that, will he? " A thinly veiled threat: Dustwhisker hardly cares for the kid's father either. A dark paw moves further into the brush, attempting to push the kit forward and out from her shelter.

" Come on kid, out you go. " Dustwhisker would rather not be taking up the role as babysitter today. No, he has better things to do than that.

Dustwhisker stands with fur fit for the name bestowed upon him. Dusty twists riddle his tufted form, darkest along his back and tail, as well as beneath his eyes. White marks his scar-torn muzzle and a dull, often judgmental, yellow gaze completes his face. Scars riddle his front paw, and he carries a tear in his ear.

- Breezecurl † x Stormtalon † ⋅ Single
- Sibling to Molepaw †, Heatherkit †
- Mentored by Stormtalon † ⋅ Mentor to no one
- Penned by Abri

 

[Smudgeclaw]

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"Come now Dustwhisker, don't shove the kid around." The grey and white tabby stops by the two, looking over the small kit. He couldn't help but feel bad for the thing, all alone in such a dreary place. Smudgeclaw himself never was fond of the lack of color here, and the winter months had done little to help. Still, it was a place you had to take in your claws and make the most of, and soft little kits wouldn't last long.

"What's their name again?" Smudgeclaw asks, looking down at the kit. He was terrible with names and hadn't exactly caught what the newest edition had been called by their leader. Her markings were definitely... odd, but with how small and finicky she was, he couldn't help but find the rumors about the little trembling thing heavily overblown. Wouldn't something bringing death and chaos be a bit more... intimidating? Or at least unnerving?

He shook his head. He still didn't fully understand these cats and their spiritual beliefs, no matter how many moons he'd been here.
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[HOLLOWKIT.]

WHERE DID MY PARENTS GO?​

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// excuse the choppy writing, i am still trying to figure out how i want to write hollow out!!

it's not unusual for the young kit to simply sit and... observe. the young beastling never really strays all too far from its siblings, nor it's da, because often it thinks that maybe it worries them when it wanders just a little too far for comfort. it can't help it all too much. it is curious, in more ways than one, so it simply walks. and watches. it's eyes squint as it looks at the blurred figure of... who was this again? it's ears swivel in the direction of the sound, sniffing slightly before nodding it's head. right. mumblekit. might have been fitting, if the kit did anything other than cry. with it's head tilted, it watches a little longer, before it stands up, deciding that maybe it should say something.

"how come you're crying?"

they guess they just don't get it. the reasoning behind the sobbing. all it did was make the kit look weak, in times like these, there wasn't any need to look weak at all. they step closer, somewhat blocking the other kit from moving, as they inch their face close enough to get a full look at an unblurred kitten. their eyes reflect something more... judgemental with it.

"I mean, uhm, what's the matter...?"

did it really mean that? probably not right now. but who knew, but the kit itself? if it knew at all, that is.
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[wiltingkit]

Where one of Kitewail's children lingers, another is never far behind. Wiltingkit pads after their sibling slowly, silken tail dusting the earth behind them. They consider the scene before them carefully: two warriors, and a trembling kit. Their jaw sets. "Mumblekit," they say levelly. It is as much a response to the less intimidating of the two warriors as it is an address.

They know her. Pelt like night with bone-marks strewn across her tail. An omen. Damned to the barren scrublands with the rest of them, carrying death with her. The kit is no stranger to the scent; their deputy comes back trailing death every day. It's hardly reason to distrust the weepy kit. In truth, Wiltingkit doesn't quite understand why her clanmates much such a fuss about it. They're just hungry for something to hound her for, they're sure. "She doesn't... Um. I don't think she wants to come out." The kit's eyes remain trained on Mumblekit, even as they speak to the crowd. Their voice is small, yet neutral. They will not betray their own feelings on the kit's hesitance.

(It is going to get her eaten alive, and they would be doing the same if they knew anything other than DuskClan's coldness.)

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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!

"SPEECH"

 

[Rookkit]

Like a vulture circling overhead, Rookkit would close in on what could only be assumed to be prey- weak and vulnerable- soft underbelly exposed to the wicked world. An invitation, really, tender heart put on display so that it might beckon those with bone-sharpened fangs and honed talons to tear it apart. The inevitable pop! it would make as it was pierced a sickeningly satisfying reward for those hungry enough to bring forth its destruction.

The kit's tears were nettles against his eardrums, each step forward only causing it to settle deeper into his eardrums until they bled- but it would not cease, instead nestling further still- it reached his brain, his skull rattling as it's insufferable echo reverberated throughout his cranium. It reminded him of his sister, in a way. Wiltingkit, a doe amongst wolves, her skin woven from silk and stretched taut over a porcelain figure. She could be just as easily broken as Mumblekit, but she would do so with a certain grace that was not even fathomable for the other...a pathetic, bumbling mess that she was.

"Don't bother." The eldest of Kitewail's heinous litter would snap, his tone giving away little in the ways of emotion, a mirror of a half-lidded gaze. He did not need to rely on something so trivial, the command in his tone apparent on it's own. "Let her choke on her own tears, her troubles are not ours to soothe." Mismatched eyes bore into those of Hollowkit and Wiltingkit, flittering back and forth between the two as he positioned himself in between them. They would narrow down to scrutinizing slits when Rookkit finally took a proper look at the wailing mess before him, her figure revealed for all that it was after being forced from a place she had foolishly deemed to provide solace. "...Coyotecrown doesn't take kindly to those who burden the rest of us. Even if you are only a kit. Remember that."

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ROOKKITㅤTAGS
♰ㅤmale (he / him)ㅤ/ㅤundiscovered sexuality, single
♰ㅤ2 moons oldㅤ/ㅤages realistically, every 0th of the month
♰ㅤkit of duskclan for 2 moons
♰ㅤkitewail x florabreezeㅤ/ㅤlittermate to larkspurkit, wiltingkit, starlitkit, hollowkit
♰ㅤmentoring noneㅤ/ㅤmentored by none
♰ㅤpenned by sloaneㅤ/ㅤmessage encarcerated on discord for plots!

shorthaired black smoke with heterochromatic eyes

 

[Coyotecrown]

Why she kept Mumblekit and her father around confuses Coyotecrown. The extra paws are necessary, the kit is timid enough to not really be an issue, hence her bestowed name. They have enough hungry little maws that one more shouldn't off set it, besides if she had to sacrifice a kit should things ever go awry at least this one isn't kin. The downside apart from rations is just how much of a weak little thing she is, the smell of decay reminds her of Sorrowthroat, the constant sniffling of Kitewail. It's like the two cats she disliked the most somehow had a child, she just hopes that weakness doesn't rub off on her niblings.

Her face is passive as she approaches the scene, gaze first flicking to Dustwhisker and Smudgeclaw. It as if Rook-kit's invocation of her name summoned the DuskClan leader. Lingering like a shadow behind the eldest born, cold gaze drifting over the younger members of this rag-tag group.

while she doesn't particularly like children she doesn't like the sound of crying either. If the ebony kit didn't cry so often she would possibly not mind her presence, then again if the previous leaders twins could be moulded into proper DuskClanners then there's hope for her. There is a flicker of pride hearing Rook-kit, a natural born leader she would wager. Hollowkit and Wiltingkit fall short of the heights he reaches, but there's plenty of time to change that. "It matters not if she wants to come out" she murmurs to the daughter of her siblings children.

"If it were not for her blubbering she might have been considered missing, which is a blight on our resources and time if we were to look for her." She doesn't bother to fight keeping a lecture out of her tone. That being said, in a rare blessing of respect for her kin she addresses the children as she speaks with them rather than talking down to them. "Rook-kit is correct, she needs to learn how to be self-reliant. Mumblekit will become Mumblepaw soon, the clans will eat her alive if she continues to act this way." It's tough love, however it's the only love she knows. In a way Coyotecrown does care, in her own way.

With a disappointed sigh she moves to stand next to Duskwhisker, towering over the huddled kit. "Mumblekit, do not burden Duskwhisker with the task of moving you. Show that you are capable enough to move on your own." She pities whoever is going to have to be tasked over watching her, personally she's glad to be leader so the responsibility can't fall on her.

‎‎ ‎OOC ✙ BABY NOTHING COMES FOR FREE ‎

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• COYOTECROWN
  She / her, DuskClan leader, 21 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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[PRIVETFROST]

With Kitewail's litter having been spawned, and now Mumblekit, the deputy dreaded having to care for dead weight in the dregs of leaf-bare. This little scrap of flesh and bones, if she could even lay claim to such a privilege, trembled like a leaf in the midst of a storm's fury. Those around him considered Mumblekit an omen of sorts, as though snow-white skeletal markings branded her with death, imposing onto her bones and her very being. Privetfrost felt unperturbed by such a thing, for he had been surrounded by decay since his very first breath, as though every stolen inhale were that of lost specters and misplaced vengeances. Privetfrost stood just behind Coyotecrown's imposing form, as though he were a shadow reptant in quiet footfall, with only ghastly-white extremities and cold-olive gaze to account for his existence. Nothing irritated the young deputy more than the sound of a kitten crying, that grating and harsh sound something he wished he could silence forever. He cared not to speak unless spoken to, as though his tongue were a privilege to beget his words, never reserved for the vermiculate kind that dragged along the ground with no purpose. Piercing eyes, with pupils sharpened into thin-bladed dagger, only stared straight at Mumblekit. Prove yourself. Pools of unknowable expression, beset upon sockets of plush sable-satin, seemed to say.

SIE WIRD HEUT NACHT NICHT UNTERGEH'N 🗡🗡🗡 UND DIE WELT ZÄHLT LAUT BIS ZEHN

• OUT OF CHARACTER. IC OPINIONS </3
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  PRIVETFROST & HE/HIM & 14 MOONS
  

  —— Deputy of Duskclan / Snakehiss x Berrysnap / Former mentor of Mizzlepaw
  —— Wine-dark and white-tipped, almost like a magpie. He has black fur except for the tips of his ears, his muzzle and chin, a blaze on his chest, bottom portion of the legs, outer end of the tail, and along the upper ridges of eyes. He has ghost striping that can only be seen in certain sunlight and cold, fern-green eyes.
  —— A cool and calculating despot with little regard for those that do not fall within his plans. Hard to befriend and harder to maintain a steady friendship with, though he will humor one if they have something to offer him. Ambitious and ever-inquisitive of the curiosities of his own mind.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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[Mumblekit]

Mumblekit

Status: Scared

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The little scared scrap jolted as her hiding place was discovered, she thought she had been quiet, how had Dustwhisker found her?! Mumblekit freezes in place, wide green eyes staring in unmasked fear at the other. She tumbles forward as he pushes her, skittering away after she gains her bearings. She slowly backed away as more cats appeared, Smudgeclaw asking for her name. "M-mumble.." She... well... mumbled, nerves fraying and tail curling around her back leg. She stayed low to the ground as she watched. She doesn't know or care if the adult hears her, the other kits from the leaders sibling have arrived and she doesn't know what to do. The one dubbed Hollowkit bluntly asked why she was crying, why wouldn't she? Why weren't they crying is the better question. This place was terrible and terrifying. Nothing was the matter, she just wanted to go home but she knew it was impossible, Father had snatched her from Mother and told her Mother had died. She didn't know if she believed it but there was no way for her to find home by herself.

She sniffles as the dust ball named Wiltingkit actually does tell the other's her name, much more clear then she herself did. Mumble stops herself from franticly nodding to the others response of how she doesn't want to come out. She would spend her days hiding away if she could but someone always found her. Most of the time it was Father, sometimes it was like now. Of all of the other kits in this clan she thinks she prefers Wiltingkit the most. The one she hates is not far behind, however, and she twitches as Rookkit arrives. A hiss leaves her lips before she can stop herself, fur bristling up and unblinking eyes growing even wider as she stares at the other kit. His words sting and if she was any braver she would bite him. Unfortunately, she learned early on that keeping her head down is the only way she will make it out of this alive.

She turns as the leader arrives in all her glory. The small kit hunkers down even lower, belly fur brushing the ground. Liar, you wouldn't spare the resources if I was missing. I know that. Only Father would be upset about loosing his weapon. She almost wishes she was missing. At least then she wouldn't be here. Mumblekit jolts at the mention of being an apprentice soon. Father had already been training her, even before he brought her to this wretched place. She dreaded that time, maybe she would run away before then.... maybe the elements in the wild were a better option then this, her eyes slide towards Privetfrost as Coyotecrown keeps talking. In response to the leader's words, Mumblekit moves backwards, shuffling away from the group, the only act of defiance she would allow herself. The leader only said she had to move, she never said how.
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It's my Curse to try and make it right ☪────☪────☪ But by trying make it Worse

• OOC:
• Mumblekit - LH Classic Black Tabby w/ Low White and Green Eyes ☪ She/Her ☪ Duskclan Kit ☪ Penned by Snowy ☪ 3 moons
  ☪ Contact TimelordSnowy on Discord for plotting
  ☪ "Speech"
  ☪ Thoughts

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