private Ghost of Chicago ☾ Brackenkit

[Frightpaw]

*+:｡.｡ "Brackenkit, look! " Frightkit was practically trembling, thrumming with adrenaline, as she gazed down at the prey deposited at her paws. 'Just something to chew on' the unfamiliar warrior had told her, using an even more unfamiliar word- ' while we sorted out rations, But Frightkit had stopped paying attention by that point. All her attention was captured by this...thing before her. It was slippery to the touch, and glowed! It smelled awful, but also kinda tasty! It had red blood, but the bones were tinner than grass, almost translucent, and one part of it was...flat, like it'd been squished by a massive paw! "What do you think it is? " she asked wondrously, unable to name the fish-tail before her.


@Brackenkit

*+:｡.｡ Updated 1/11/23

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  " Speech "
  
  
  GENERAL:
  ☾ Frightkit
  ☾ DFAB— She/Her — Unsure
  ☾ 2 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ☾ Windclan Kit
  ☾ Sister to Deathkit, Witherkit, Grasskit, Whitekit and Midnightkit
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☾Physically very easy | mentally very easy
  ☾ Attack in bold #1b1e21
  injuries: None

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[Brackenpaw]

Brackenkit was back near the water, finding amusement in plucking stray pebbles, leaves, reeds, anything their paws or maw could find and drag back to the river near the nursery. She blinked as she tested what would float and what wouldn’t, finding fascination in the fact that some things would be carried away by the current faster than the others.The river was intriguing, it was the one good thing this clan had to offer. It smelled horrible and the humidity made them give up on trying to constantly groom their fur not to mention the noise. The river was truly the only benefit that the calico could give, if they didn’t have so much pride then she would try and ask to be taught how to swim- it was a useless skill to learn though, the fire would be gone soon. Surely. They get to go home soon, so why would she bother trying to learn a skill that they wouldn’t be able to put to use in the moors?

Frightkit’s voice brought them out of her experimentation, they sat up straighter and backed away from the river, looking back on the tabby with curiosity. She squinted at the weird creature splayed out on the ground like a grand offering. With a flick of her tail she ducked her head to smell the weird thing, only to immediately splutter and gag at it. “I don’t know” they confessed with a fascinated whisper, bringing out a paw to turn it over, eyes widened at the sight of the red blood and the thin translucent bones. “Maybe it’s some grand Riverclan monster? It smells like them” they commented with a sniff, turning their head away from the fish tail. “I bet the rest of it is really big, a real cat killer” they whispered conspiratorially as they fixed their gaze on Frightkit.

Could this thing still be dangerous? Surely Riverclan wouldn’t be dumb enough to keep something so deadly around “What do you think it tastes like?” probably as bad as the rest of the clan smells, she debated offering to taste it first but they’d rather wait and see what Frightkit wanted to do with it. This was her discovery after all! She was so excited to show this to them and they weren’t going to ruin that by beating her to experimenting with it.

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• BIOGRAPHY
  ✩ they/she, kit of Windclan, five moons (ages on the 22nd)
  ⭃ Speech, thoughts, attacking
  ⭃ a lithe and fragile looking calico that looks like they still need to grow into her ears
  ⭃ easy to befriend other kits, gradually harder to befriend every rank after that
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Juice ↛ @/ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  ⭃ All opinions are IC!! Bracken is a little hater
  

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