- Feb 28, 2024
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The owl attack had left Gigglekit in a strange state of being. She wasn't altogether frightened out of her wits, but she was cautious - yes, perhaps cautious was the best word to describe how Gigglekit was feeling. She'd been careful to keep an eye on the sky whenever she ventured out of the nursery, which was rarely now, only when she was convinced to go out by her family. She knew she wasn't hurt, thank StarClan, but she didn't want to take any chances that she might get hurt again if the owl came back - though there was doubt that it would, with all the older cats had put it through in their successful attempt to drive it off.
Staying in the nursery had its benefits - she could take as many naps as she wanted, and it was a comfortable warmth inside compared to the days where it could get scorching hot outside and make her feel as though she was on fire. There was also Sycamorekit, her cousin, someone who had been in this nursery just longer than Gigglekit had and who she considered to be the holder of knowledge when it came to information that came inherently to kittens. There was something about her cousin that just seemed to radiate a maturity beyond his years that Gigglekit had attached herself to and wasn't willing to let go of.
"Syca," Gigglekit approaches her cousin with a small frown where he sits in the corner of the nursery. She can remember a time when she was very young, and Sycamorekit would refuse to leave the nursery - at least his attachment to the den worked in her favor now that she was finding solace there from the outside world. "Syca, what d'you like the most 'bout this place?" She asks. It's a very vague question, and could be referring to the nursery or ShadowClan as a whole; what Gigglekit needs right now is a distraction from her own thoughts, so an answer on either would suffice.
Staying in the nursery had its benefits - she could take as many naps as she wanted, and it was a comfortable warmth inside compared to the days where it could get scorching hot outside and make her feel as though she was on fire. There was also Sycamorekit, her cousin, someone who had been in this nursery just longer than Gigglekit had and who she considered to be the holder of knowledge when it came to information that came inherently to kittens. There was something about her cousin that just seemed to radiate a maturity beyond his years that Gigglekit had attached herself to and wasn't willing to let go of.
"Syca," Gigglekit approaches her cousin with a small frown where he sits in the corner of the nursery. She can remember a time when she was very young, and Sycamorekit would refuse to leave the nursery - at least his attachment to the den worked in her favor now that she was finding solace there from the outside world. "Syca, what d'you like the most 'bout this place?" She asks. It's a very vague question, and could be referring to the nursery or ShadowClan as a whole; what Gigglekit needs right now is a distraction from her own thoughts, so an answer on either would suffice.
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! @Sycamorekit!
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GIGGLEKIT ✩ kit of shadowclan, three moons
→ blinks incessantly & uncontrollably.
→ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
→ penned by Archivist → .archivist on discord.