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[BASILPAW!]

( 𖤓 ) he opens his eyes and... sorry, let's start again. he, a two week old kitten, opens his eyes. for the first time. ever.

morning dawns bright and clear within thunderclan territory, and today basilkit can see it. stretching sleepily beside his siblings, basilkit blinks hazy blue optics in wonder and confusion. his little brain has still not quite wrapped itself around the idea of being alive, so this new thing (seeing) is going to take some getting used to. the world around the pale tomkit is fuzzy, but as he narrows and widens his gaze, things come into focus. the moss beneath his paws (green, springy, doesn't taste good), his siblings' fur (mixtures of blue, pale brown, gray), his mother's eyes (citrine yellow, bright as the sun, once he figures out what that is.)

his own optics will change to verdant green in time, but right now they resemble a clouded sky, and it is with these cloudy eyes that he gazes around the nursery. soft, slumbering shapes occupy other nests, and he "chirps" a soft, kittish statement as he turns back to his family. his mother is much taller than him, soaring above like the highest of trees. her fur is as cream as his own, struck through with darker stripes. he stares up at her with adoration and reverence, letting out another high pitched "mrowl" of approval.

IF YOU LET IT ALONE 𖤓 IT WILL SURELY GROW

• // eyes open!! big day! staring at @SWIFTDAWN but feel free to reply before her! "#FAC966"
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  BASILKIT 𖤓 HE / THEY, KITTEN OF THUNDERCLAN. CAMPIONSONG x SWIFTDAWN, SIBLING TO ROSEMARYKIT, WOLFKIT, MERLINKIT. 0 MOONS OLD, PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  a cream ticked tabby with high white, and green eyes. a tall boy sporting a chaotically ruffled coat of pale cream tabby. darker ticked stripes flow down his fur, and band around his legs and face. his chest, stomach, muzzle, and most of his tail are white, he has verdant green eyes that sparkle with mischief.
  

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[WRATHPAW.]

*+:｡.｡ It was weird, wasn't it? Not long ago, Wrathpaw peeked out of the nursery entrance, eyes wide as saucers at every apprentice that came to visit with prey or moss in their jaws. Back then, he'd thought it wonderous that these cats came with bedding and food, seemingly from nowhere at all - although that place must've been full to bursting with an endless supply. Now, his world was flipped as his perspective grew, the world becoming so much larger and it's secrets easier to uncover. Not all of his new experiences were fun, though, as he learned just how strained the food supply truly was. He thinks about this now, worry prickling under his skin, setting him even more apart from his former denmates. But as he approaches the nursery with a mouse in his maw, the boy's step suddenly stutters to a halt.

"Oh wow! Oh wow wow wow! Basilkit - your eyes!" Wrathpaw exclaims, mouse forgotten as he stares in awe at the little bundle of fluff and fur newly witnessing the world around him. He doesn't expect a conscious reply from Basilkit, but he can't help himself as he drops onto his belly and crawls closer to the little kitten. "Look at you! Look at you lookin' at stuff! Wow Basilkit! Your eyes are so pretty - blue, just like mine! We're twins!" Wrathpaw giggles, ignorant to the changing of eye color that most kits undergo. Most, not including him with his cobalt gaze.
"What do you think of the world, Basilkit?" he asks the baby, thick tail flicking side to side behind him. He tries his best to keep his voice low, so as not to startle the littler boy, "Just you wait though, cus it gets so much bigger from here!" A silly thought comes to him - what if Wildheart takes Basilpaw as an apprentice when he's six moons, too? Or, wait, what if Wrathpaw mentors him himself? That'd be so cool! Wrathpaw wiggles his toes happily at the idea, unaware of his lack of ability to do basic math.

*+:｡.｡ Updated 4/16/24

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  GENERAL:
  ♡ Wrathkit
  ♡ DMAB— He/Him
  ♡ 5 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ♡ Brother to Lovepaw, Joypaw, Gigglepaw
  ♡ Thunderclan — Kit
  
  
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ♡Physically easy | mentally easy
  ♡ Attack in bold #191961
  injuries: None currently

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[THUNDERGLEAM]

Thundergleam was not a queen, nor had she yet proven herself completely trustworthy to ThunderClan. Though she knew in her soul her home was here, it was logical to her now that trust was earned, not owed... even when ordained. Thus, the pale molly did not stray near the nursery too often. Some of the Clan's most vulnerable resided there, and though she showed the queens utmost respect when entering their space, she did not want to be overbearing. A nuisance was not a good saviour, after all!

Even still, she could not help overhearing the cooing and excitement eminating from the mouth of the nursery- it was Wrathpaw's voice, a name and tone committed to memory- Thundergleam let a soft smile brush itself across her lips, an easy sylph of a thing. The wispy molly did not encroach the entrance- not fully. She merely poked her head in, pale eyes straining to see in low light. Basilkit's eyes were blue, said Wrathpaw. How wonderful! Like the sky itself, a sacred, untouchable thing above them! Come to think of it... a fair amount of kitten-eyes were blue. Such pure, clear-sky things they were. "How sweet," she cooed lowly, keeping a respectful distance. ​

penned by pin ☾​

 

[doepath ࿔]

The nursery still felt like a thorn between her paws... always a representation of something she sorely wanted and didn't have. A loving, doting mother... to lick her scrapes and groom unruly fawn fur. And there were just so many kits... and that meant so many queens to dance in mockery of her great suffering, her great yearning. An orb of pale light flutters outside of that den like a drop of sunshine had fallen from the sky... it smells of milk-breath, of baby-soft skin under whisps of thin fur. She knows it's a kit... and a part of her wishes so many would stop being born.

They'll just suffer... inevitably. Just like she did.

Thundergleam croons softly from somewhere beside her, a moon-like glow of wild tufts and cherry blossom pale eyes... "I think.. they'll probably change..." she offers softly, tear-drop pupils sliding between the older she-cat and the subject of her attention, "Aren't all babies blue?" Maybe not... Doepaw doesn't remember meeting any babies with rosy eyes like the she-cat she questions.​

 

[braveheart : ̗̀➛]

☀ . ° ✦ Bravepaw didn't have a rightful place in the nursery either, except for the fleeting moments he had time to bring his younger siblings prey or coax them out of the nursery to play together. He had already sat adjacent to Roeflame's nest, chatting passively with her as he plucked the feathers from the bird he brought for his siblings.

Basilkit began to make some odd noises, like Coalkit and Hopekit did when they were hardly able to lift their heads off the ground. He's doing something exciting, though, that he doesn't yet understand. Basilkit had opened his eyes, but all babies did at some point! "Well, I have blue eyes. But I'm not no baby." Bravepaw declared as he looked between the cats around him... did anyone else in here have blue eyes that wasn't a baby? He never noticed that kind of thing before.

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  BRAVEPAW — HE/HIM ･ 8 MOONS ･ THUNDERCLAN & APPRENTICE ･ PENNED BY beatae!

  A Longhaired chocolate tabby with a white locket and deep blue eyes. Very thick coat that has started to grow into long, wispy curls. Developing into an awkward stage of kitten uglies as the rest of his body grows and changes. Severe scars from owl talons stretch across his shoulders and another that starts from his back down his left thigh.

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[BASILPAW!]

( 𖤓 ) there is movement at the nursery's entrance, and basilkit will swing his head around to peer at wrathpaw, who is joined quickly by thundergleam. he will "mrow" again, stubby tail sticking straight up as he stands on wobbly legs. his mother is the first cat he's ever properly seen, and he feels excited to see so many other faces so soon after the first. cloudy eyes squint up at the prey baring apprentice, tiny paw reaching out to bat gently at the boy's whiskers. thundergleam remains further away, so basilkit will tip his head up to look at her, enamored by pale pink and ivory.

an influx of cats causes the small boy to drop back onto his haunches, bug eyes wide and wondering as doepaw and bravepaw add their voices to the conversation. thorn sharp claws knead into the soft fur of his mother's tail as he watches, occasionally adding in a soft mumble of some speech not yet learned. he hasn't seen himself beyond the cream and snow of his paws and tail, so he has no understanding of the different colors of eyes, but he appears invested nonetheless, little head tipping this way and that as words flow from different maws.

blueberry eyes blink sluggishly, ears still slightly folded flicking back and forth. basilkit doesn't know what's going on but he likes being able to see, he decides. his gaze wanders back to his mother, a rumble of a purr forming in his throat at the sight of her.

IF YOU LET IT ALONE 𖤓 IT WILL SURELY GROW

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  BASILKIT 𖤓 HE / THEY, KITTEN OF THUNDERCLAN. CAMPIONSONG x SWIFTDAWN, SIBLING TO ROSEMARYKIT, WOLFKIT, MERLINKIT. 0 MOONS OLD, PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  a cream ticked tabby with high white, and green eyes. a tall boy sporting a chaotically ruffled coat of pale cream tabby. darker ticked stripes flow down his fur, and band around his legs and face. his chest, stomach, muzzle, and most of his tail are white, he has verdant green eyes that sparkle with mischief.
  

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[CAMPIONSONG]

To watch life spring before one's very eyes was truly the greatest gift the sun could grant Campionsong. Newleaf brought many things along its flowing tides, like it resurrected the very earth from its bodily grave, and from its renascent skin sprouted verdant pelt and colored pinpricks of gooseflesh. With it came the rustling prey, and the running water, and the clearest skies. To behold newleaf was to behold the might of nature himself, of which Campion found himself greatly pious to. In his life, he had witnessed springtide many times before, like it were a familiar friend rampant and ready to return to him. He always greeted it with a smile, no matter how abraded his pawpads became and no matter how calloused the winter had made him. This was the first time he had witnessed new life sprout from his doing, though, and that was something that the continual cycle of seasons could never give to him. This was his first season as a new father, and this was not a path he could bumble through and be cushioned by eiderdown pillow - he took his time, tiptoeing and sometimes stumbling along the glass-strewn wayside.

The sleek silver tabby padded into the nursery in his daily checkup of Swiftdawn, sprightly green gaze catching upon the bright blues of his son's first, like young skies had unfurled from the shells of satin night for the very first time. Pride flooded his heart, white-hot yet calming like warm honey filling into his crevices. Basilkit fumbled through the confusion of his new life, but by the sun, he was alive. "Yes, I believe it's normal for their eyes to be blue at first." Soft trills escaped velvet maw, like verses swam breezy and flippant amongst the daytime air, though quieted and almost dulled in the presence of sleeping queens and frightful kittens. He made his way through the rather tight mouth of the nursery, careful not to make too many sounds lest he accidentally peeve off one of the fatigued nurses. "I like to believe that those whose eyes remain blue are forever young at heart." He gave Bravepaw an easy smile, like a lackadaisical curve along weathered snow hues, grin never marring nor wearing his countenance down.​

 

[doepath ࿔]

Doepaw's gaze travels towards the sound of familiar voice, finding the muddying ruddy fur of a den-mate nearby as he protests that he is not, in fact, a baby just because his eyes are blue. She giggles, softly, lifting a paw to her maw to better hide it before giving the tom a gentle shove with her shoulder. "I dunnooooo~ Bravepaw.... Are you sure?" Sing-song tone tells itself as a teasing joke but Campionsong's trilled encouragement only serves to further her point. Well.. a bit more politely than jabbing at him but... still.

Turning towards the gentle-hearted warrior with a small scrunch of her nose, this revealed itself perhaps as a new avenue of conversation that did not require her to stare in simmering envy towards too-tiny blobs. "What about the other colors? What do those ones mean...?" Was it some secret kind of prediction or... scrying of fate and personality hidden in the context of eyes? It must be something specific to clan-cats, or at least, it was not something her mother dared to mention. Could it have predicted her tumultuous start- that golden gaze would face many great rises and terrible falls like the sun?​