private GRAB BOTH YOUR SHOULDERS AND SHAKE ❀ uncomfortable nest

Rosekit ❀

thistles & weeds
Oct 15, 2024
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It is still dark when chocolate eyes flutter open, creasing against the sting of the stale, frosted air. It had been becoming colder outside, everything was now coated in a strange sheen of white that was near painful to the touch. Redflower's ribs dug into the kittens back from where they lay desperately tucked against her mother, fiending for any drop of warmth she could siphon from the other. Against her cheek, their bedding was as equally cold as the air, and it prickled against Rosekit's brindled cheek.

Shifting against the discomfort with an audible grunt, Rosekit hoped their stirring would be enough to rouse her sleeping mother, embered paws stretching against the brittle material they call their nest, listening to the way it rustled against her soft paws, Rosekit scrunches her nose it bitter disdain.

When alas Redflowers eyelids begin to move and flutter, Rosekit already had a pressing question to ask when she'd nuzzle closer to their mother, her paws still pressing against the material. "it's spikey," the kitten hums, "and it hurts… why? Why does it do that?" Rosekit's words hold an echo of inexplicable frustration. Redflower typically had the answers to just about everything, even if she didn't like the question sometimes.
  • Event Prompt: With the change in weather, the moss bedding is becoming brittle and spiky. How does your character feel about it?
    @REDFLOWER @SCARKIT
  • ROSEKIT she/they, loner-born kit, 0 moons.
    dark, silky furred tortoiseshell she-kit with brown sugar hues.
    Redflower xx Skyclaw ⤔ sibling to Scarkit
    peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
    penned by Noor@toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
 
She'd been born just at the tailend of the last leafbare, and so her earliest memories are of warmth and melting snow. Even still, she has a warrior's instincts, and the bite in the air has driven her to bundle her kits tighter into their little burrow. The ground is hard with frost; what little foliage there is to conceal them out here is brittle and icy. When Redflower awakens this morning, she realizes the worst has happened to her and her kits.

Leafbare is here. The tortoiseshell's eyelids flutter open with foreboding. One of her daughters has stirred already, poking the stiffened material of their nest with a disdainful paw. "It's spiky," Rosekit declares, fixing her mother with her rich auburn gaze; it's full of questions, as well as a demand to correct the problem. "Why does it do that?"

Redflower sighs and angles her body so that she is lying flat on her side. Everything hurts, now — just about every mouthful she's been able to secure has gone straight to Scarkit and Rosekit, and even that is barely enough to sustain them. Her ribs protrude almost grotesquely now, even as ThunderClan remains fat on the prey Skyclaw's children deserves to feast upon.

"When leafbare comes, everything gets a little harder." She pushes herself to her paws and pads closer to the opening of their den, where pale light filters in. "We must, as well, if we're to survive. You two stay close to the nest today. I'll have to go hunting soon." Soon, she'll have to take them with her, and StarClan knows that will only hinder what little they have to feed on now...

She turns to Scarkit, a frown creasing her muzzle. "You heard what I said? Listen to Rosekit while I'm gone. Don't wander."

  • ooc:
  • Redkit . Redpaw . Redflower, she/her w/ feminine terms.
    — "speech", thoughts, attack
    — 18 moons old, ages realistically on the 15th.
    — mentored by NPC ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a
    — exiled rogue; formerly a thunderclan warrior. npc x npc, gen 1.
    — formerly mated to skyclaw.
    — penned by Marquette.

    lh tortoiseshell with low white and pale yellow eyes. bright, spiteful, impressionable.