pafp Haunted by the ghost of you ❧ Kit intro

[Florabreeze]

It must be a rude awakening for the kits, nudged awake as the sun broke through the sky. Just beyond dawn, the other daylighters should be at camp by now. She figured it might be nice for them to wake up properly and experience the walk to SkyClan without much chatter. Florabreeze hovers by her two kits, making sure neither one of them trails behind her. There's a very real chance that either one of them could run off and out of her sight but there's a level of trust offered to them, they're understandably reserved so while they don't cling to her side they aren't wholly independent. "If you get overwhelmed at all you can go to the nursery, it can be a lot." She isn't sure if they had a nursery at DuskClan, she doesn't want to ask. Claiming to herself it's for her children's sake when she knows selfishly deep down it's for her own peace of mind. "Butterflytuft will be looking after you during the day and then you'll come home with me at night." she hopes that her friend wouldn't mind, the offer had been there but she's sure neither one of them would expect the maine coon to ever take her up on it. "She's very kind and there's a lot of kits in there for you to play with" did they play at DuskClan? From all the horrible rumours she hears about it she finds herself torn between having hope that they had peers and not wanting that. Desire and rationality wage a war within her with every step she takes, constantly scanning to make sure Wilting and Hollow are here and herding them when they seem a little far for her liking.

The pit in her stomach drops significantly lower as the brambles and ferns come into view. She hadn't thought this through nearly enough, she just knew she couldn't leave them at home in Twolegplace. Old fears of coming home to find her kit, kits, missing sprung at the thought of returning to camp. Swallowing whatever fears and reservations she holds she continues her march into camp with her head held high. "You don't have to talk to anyone okay?" She thinks to tell them that doesn't mean they can be rude but given all they've been through she figured the warriors here could live with one or two more slightly snippy children. "Remember what I said about the nursery" she wants it to be seen as a reprieve for them. The chatter of clanmates fill the air again and Florabreeze first finds herself looking for Butterflytuft in the crowd. Then Doeblaze, another confidant that she has neglected to visit for the past week, it's poor timing given the time they've been sharing recently but as a mother herself surely she would understand.

One of her clanmates sounds closer, it takes the daylighter a moment before she realises that they're talking to her. "Oh- these are my kits, Wiltingkit and Hollowkit" she gestures to each of them with a gentle but swift flick of her fluffy tail. Maw clamps tightly, refusing to elaborate further, it doesn't take a lot of context to remember a pregnant Kite's exile. "Is… Twitchstar here?" She finds herself hesitantly asking, wanting to break the news to him before her children were subjected to further clan outrage surrounding their late parent.

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• Please wait for either @HOLLOWKIT. or @wiltingkit to post first! | Takes place a day or two after the storm :3 Florabreeze has been noticeably absent for the past week!
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  FLORABREEZE 𖧧 She/her || Daylight Lead Warrior of SkyClan || 43 moons
  ❥ A large black tabby maine coon with low white and bright green eyes, always wearing her mushroom print collar if she can
  ❥ Mentored by Sorrelsong ／Mentoring Daffodilpaw
  ❥ "Speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ Penned by Juice ⏐ouijeejuice on discord {open to being dmed for plots}

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[HOLLOWKIT.]

WHERE DID MY PARENTS GO?​

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hollowkit didn't want to leave the grave. it took the fact that might have ended up sick– drenched in the rain that poured so heavily from the loss of kitewail. others may not be inclined to believe it. maybe others would believe that the sky crying in relief that such a threat– such a malicious being– had finally been taken away, leaving the rest of that cats at least safe from that threat. but... it doesn't think of that. it believes kite to be apart of the stars. the biggest and brightest of them, the only one that it can see now, is it's da. it's only fair that the last cat it can fully see, is the only one it can see now.

"i wouldn't wanna talk to anyone here. everyone smell weird."

they don't actually believe that but the words come out before they can stop them. no point in trying to make friends, either. they only know of the one cat that kitewail spoke of, and they claimed that they, amongst others, would be friends with them. they dont want to be friends with anyone. they want to go home. they want to go home. they don't even realize florabreeze has stopped moving, and they bump right into her, falling back onto their rear with a scrunch of their muzzle. ow.

"does twitchstar smell funny, too? i don't want to meet him."
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[MAGNOLIASHINE]

Florabreeze's absence has stirred feelings of concern in Magnoliashine. Each dawn the blue molly waits for the black tabby only to be struck with disappointment when she does not emerge from the entrance with the other daylight warriors. It did not feel right to leave camp in the wake of the storm's devastation but her paws have itched to walk across the cobblestone to Florabreeze's backdoor to check she is alright— what if she was hurt? What if her home flooded too? The blue molly waits beside the stump, her face furrowed in concentration as she stares at the entrance to camp, she still waits even though the other daylight warriors have already arrived. It pays off to stay when the foliage parts and her mother emerges with two strangers at her heels. "Wh...whuh?"


The optimism that she would be able to meet her siblings waned as days went by since Kitewail's banishment. Just when Magnoliashine found a missing piece in their life another was stolen. A day did not go by when Magnoliashine thought of what their life could be like wherever they were, or if she would ever be able to see them. There was no direction for her to search in this time unlike her search for Florabreeze.

She rises to her paws at once and bounds forward. Her threadbare ears tilt back against her head and the her nostrils flare wildly when she stops two tail lengths from Florabreeze and her siblings. "Mom? Mom... I was real worried..." It's a whisper when she tentatively pads toward Florabreeze and her kits. The term 'mom' still feels unfamiliar on her tongue, but it somehow does not taste so bitter as her honeyed gaze settles on the two individuals she has unknowingly been thinking of all this time. "I missed you," she breathes shakily, it is directed to the entire trio.

She's unsure how to act or what to do. Her breathing feels different, uneven as she looks from the kits to her mother and back again; her jaw clenches as many feelings muddle and the fur along her spine bristles. She is grimacing as she looks at her siblinge and she realizes with a start when she tries to soften her harsh expression on their behalf. Magnoliashine is sure they will receive many such looks throughout their kithood, she shouldn't add to it. The noises of her clanmates' shared curious confusion is deafened when she hears their names. So it's real... they're here and she can introduce herself and be a big sister, but she feel's so queasy and her paws feel like they are encased in cement. What if they do not like her? What did Kitewail tell them, did they say she was mean to them and their mom? Wait... Magnoliashine's broad head slants as she gawks at Florabreeze, a faux brow raising in a question she'll not ask, but which will surely be by their clanmates. Where is Kitewail?

"Don't get too close to 'em," Magnoliashine snaps to the congregation, but she shuffles forward herself. Her eyes are wide as she looks up at Florabreeze for approval but she is asking for Twitchstar, so Magnoliashine does not reach forward to embrace the two as she would like to (does Florabreeze trust her enough?) Instead she lowers to Wiltingkit and Hollowkit's level and nervously mews, "Um, hi, hello..." Her eyes linger on Hollowkit who sits on his haunches after he lost his footing and her heart pangs suddenly and all the nervousness coiling around her body dissipates. More confidently Magnoliashine introduces herself, "I'm your big sister." The molly's scarred maw quirks into a grin. It feels so right to finally say she is a sister.[/color][/b]

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• MAGNOLIA
  
  ᪥ she/her, loner, moons
  ⟡ a sizable longhaired blue cat
  ⟡ since escaping her twoleg home at the age of 6 moons, Magnolia has lead a solitary life with no genuine connections with others due to a fear of losing them. despite her many tribulations, Magnolia still manages to be benevolent, brave, and eccentric. she approaches others with the hope they will not let her down but always remains on edge. prone to erratic behavior which could result in harmful outbursts.
  ⟡ daughter of Florabreeze
  ° peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ° ken_uNot on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[RAVENKIT]

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Ravenkit smells them before he sees them. It's the same scent Berrypaw and Mizzlepaw had when they first arrived in SkyClan, the smell of DuskClan, as he'd been told by his parents. A fluffy black tail whisks as he approaches Florabreeze and the kits by her side. Silver eyes blink at them just in time to catch one of them say everyone smells weird. The black smoke snorts, "Well, your scent isn't so pleasant either!" He rebuts, although his tone is overall light-hearted. Magnoliashine tries to usher him away - Don't get too close to 'em. - in one ear, out the other; he ignores her completely.

"What are their names?" The kitten asks Florabreeze this time, stepping closer to her kits to sniff them properly. Wiltingkit and Hollowkit. She says, and he raises an eyebrow. Surely she didn't name them something so. . . distasteful. "Are they Kite's? Where are they?" Ravenkit wishes to ask several other things, but at the mention of Twitchstar he separates from the group. "I'll fetch him for you!"

The black smoke kit turns and skitters away towards the Leader's den. Bouncing up and down at the entrance, he calls for the tom: "Twitchstar! Twitchstar! Florabreeze is here and she's brought kits!" His voice is loud enough for the entirety of camp to hear him, however.

𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 *:･ﾟ✧ 𝐈'𝐌 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋

• ooc. fetching @TWITCHSTAR
  
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  LH black smoke with low white (25% maine coon, masking ticked, polydactyl. carrying non-ticked, dilute, albinism, cinnamon)
  

  

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  RAVENKIT. he / him kit of skyclan
  ✦ Last-born son of Crowsight x Oddgleam x Owlheart
  ✦ Brother to Cuckookit, Morningkit and Brightkit
  ✦ Born 10.12.24, ages realistically
  ✦ A long-furred black smoke kitten with ticked ghost markings and six toes on his right forepaw. Eyes are silver in coloration
  "speech" thoughts

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[TWITCHSTAR]

DuskClan battered at their borders. Ridiculous, really; weren't they Sootstar's loyalists, vow made to a WindClan long buried? Was it not the moors they wanted back, most of all? But— he supposed, no kindness would lie in their heart for the pine forest either. No, they were... kittypets in their eyes, weak and prime to be stolen from. And they took time and time again... took fleeing SkyClan traitors, siphoning trust from closest friends, from Clanmates who he had bore the sting of Leafbare alongside.

Ravenkit's eager voice beckoned him; Twitchstar offered her a smile, the shaky dip of his head. "Thank you, Ravenkit..." he murmured, gratitude given in a brittle voice. The shock of the words, he tried not to bat in her face. Florabreeze had brought kits. They knew Kitestorm was pregnant, they had been told... and yet, the fact that their blood ran through here, now, reminded him freshly of the shock of the truth. The sorrow that had been written on Florabreeze's face, the conflict... Stars, if Quillstrike ripped the throat out of a Clanmate, he knew he would be upset, but would he be able to stop loving him?

Every cat was different, and yet he knew Florabreeze to be compassionate— would say, in fact, he knew it well. His jaw stuttered between tensed and loose, his eyelids fluttered individually. Wide eyes fluttered stunned upon the pair... Wiltingkit and Hollowkit. Kitestorm's self pity... did it extend so far as to name their kits such sad things? Resentment flipped his stomach. Sourceless, his own form of self pity.

"Hello, you two..." and he gave them an earnest smile, a new affection gained above that he already had for kits, for some... relatability he might have made up. Pupils flicked then to Florabreeze, refusing to settle upon any one part of her face. "What's... what's happened, Florabreeze?" Kitestorm was nowhere to be seen— but if they were Florabreeze's kittens, they were theirs too. Though his heart beat quickened, desperate to reach a conclusion of betrayal... he knew better to blurt, by now.​

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[DOEBLAZE]

DOEBLAZE

SHE/HER ✦ SKYCLAN WARRIOR

With the afterbreath of dawn, Doeblaze puts off her intended hunting and lingers hopefully around the entrance of camp. She watches the just-spiraling ferns out of the corner of her eye, waiting for the new buds to part and reveal a stocky form laden with curls of wolf-brown fur. For nearly a quarter-moon now, her wandering eye has gone unsatisfied, the thrumming restlessness of a migratory bird lingering in her bones. She meanders close to the daylighters during patrols, a cocked and torn ear waiting to hear their conversation, the question drowsy and unspoken behind her teeth: where is Florabreeze?

Today, though, in dawn's filmy afterimage, it's finally answered. More benignly, in a way, than she ever expected—she had been picking over their friendship like a lodged arrowhead for the past moon, wondering where she had gone wrong. Had it been too… forward (the word feels furtive, somehow) of her, that miserable snowy night, to tuck herself into Florabreeze and dampen her fur with tears? A butterfly with pinned wings, she lingers cautiously on the threshold of injury, captured. Unable to move forward or to step back.

Ears flick, eye follows; Doeblaze's head pivots towards the shapes toddling through the brambles. She's on her paws immediately, curbing her anxiety so that this time, her greeting comes out soft rather than frantic: " Florabreeze, hey. We missed you around camp. " I missed you. Inevitably, her gaze slinks pantherine towards the awkward-looking, kit-fuzzy shapes clustering around her friend. She had mentioned, to the Clan's chagrin, that Kite was pregnant when they fled… Are these…?

Motherly instinct tugs at curls of milky lilac like a kit's needy paw. Doeblaze stoops a little to meet the pair. " I'm Doeblaze… I'm a friend of your mama's. " Wiltingkit and Hollowkit… sad names born of a sad life. They smell vaguely of dust and the sour absence of a Clan, and her gaze flicks up to meet Florabreeze's in silent askance, just for a moment. Magnoliabreeze coils low and close and Doeblaze straightens up, shuffling obediently backwards, lest the white-blazed warrior turn some sisterly protectiveness her way.

Despite the quiet solemnity of the thing, her grandkit's chirpy questioning pulls a hoarse laugh out of her chest. " Go ahead, little bird. It'd be sweet of you, " Doeblaze murmurs, watching Ravenkit bound noisily towards Twitchstar's den, bouncing so heartily on his paws, she's surprised he doesn't flit away like his namesake. The jittery leader appears soon enough, asking the questions she's too tender to, and she follows his gaze with her own cautious one. Just where is Kitestorm…?

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Doeblaze is a small, scruffy lilac tabby she-cat spotted with white. She has one jade-green eye, the other blotted out by a prominent scar.

thomas x champagne / sister to bloomfur / mother to many
shadowed blazestar / mentoring n/a
59 moons old as of 3/5/2025

penned by dejavu

 

[Florabreeze]

"They do, including Twitchstar." she agrees with a twinge of mirth in her voice, eyes crinkling. She supposes Hollowkit means this in bad faith but she didn't see the point in chastising them for it. Hollowkit was talking, this is a good start. "He's nice though, they all are. You don't have to like him, just at least meet with him, with everyone. You might even have fun!" Her attention is divided from one child to another, Magnoliashine is who she greets first. The whisper breaks her heart all over again, the concern on her eldest daughters face with a disregard for the usual barbed walls that she used to carry in their earlier days since reuniting. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you" it's sincere, a twinge of sadness reflected in the sudden hoarseness of her voice. "These are your siblings" she fights once again to keep her voice light, though failing miserably. "Doeblaze" It's spoken in a whisper, a fond smile finding her expression, relief that the two cats she found herself closest to currently had come out to greet the small family. "I missed being here, it's weird not hearing" your "everyones voices all day." She doesn't dwell on her words, nor her friends as much as she would like to talk with her, to confide.

Ravenkit at least can divide her attention. It's hard to not notice him given how he snorts at Hollowkits remark, there's a twinge of a smile and hope that maybe they could be friends. She likes the smokey kitten, believing him to be a rather nice kid if not bombastic. That wasn't an issue though, she had always been fond of the loud kits, reminding her of herself in her younger moons. There's a mental grimace at that mentality, she wasn't that old. The question of where's Kite was unavoidable, her expression remains neutral as she brushes her tail against Hollowkit's side. Glancing at Wiltingkit, she had explained to them that they didn't have to tell anyone about what happened to their Da. Part of her hopes that they decide they don't wish to be that forthcoming with strangers, it stings to think they should hide something but it would be easier to just explain it to Twitchbolt first right? She doesn't want their crimes exposed to their children, not while they're so young.

Ravenkit runs off to go fetch Twitchstar, another reason to why she likes kits, it's rather easy to distract them. There was hope having the leader here would ground her, embolden her with new confidence. Instead it only makes her more uncertain, she hates being vague, being so elusive. Though for now she thought it to be the best. "Could we talk? Privately?" Lightly she pressed her fangs against her tongue with worry "I think it's a conversation for grown ups" she clarifies, glancing at her two charges once more. Hoping, praying, that Twitchstar. That the camp could understand her intentions. StarClan please tell me I'm doing the right thing.

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  FLORABREEZE 𖧧 She/her || Daylight Lead Warrior of SkyClan || 43 moons
  ❥ A large black tabby maine coon with low white and bright green eyes, always wearing her mushroom print collar if she can
  ❥ Mentored by Sorrelsong ／Mentoring Daffodilpaw
  ❥ "Speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ Penned by Juice ⏐ouijeejuice on discord {open to being dmed for plots}

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[FIGFEATHER]

The rest of the Clan might be patient and willing to hold their tongues for the whole story to unravel, but Figfeather meets Florabreeze's gaze accussingly. To not show up for a pawful of sunrises only to than reappear with what the entire Clan can assume to be kits of Kitestorm's? Figfeather peers past the returning warrior as if the dark-furred warrior was going to enter camp any heartbeat.

To bring Kitestorm back to camp, to do anything traitorous… Figfeather knows it is unlike Florabreeze. The marmalade tabby has been betrayed before, though. Figfeather would rather allow an innocent Clanmate to be upset by her suspicions than to let them go unchecked, only to wind up with several Clanmates betrayed by them later. If they had been more cautious maybe cats like Sorrelsong and Kitestorm never would've made it into SkyClan to begin with.

She implies she wants to speak to Twitchstar privately, a conversation only for 'grown up' ears. Figfeather glances at the brown and white leader, would he entertain it?

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FIGFEATHER . ㅤBIOGRAPHY / TOYHOU.SE
✦ trans female (she / her) / pansexual, single
✦ 33 moons old / ages realistically, every 22nd of the month
✦ deputy of SkyClan
✦ Daisyflight x Raven / sire to Sangriaflight, Coffeesong
✦ mentoring n/a / mentored by Tallulahwing
✦ previously mentored Wolfpaw, Daisydrop, Oleanderpaw, and Blizzardstorm.
✦ penned by ava / message av.a on discord for plots!

Figfeather is a bright yellow she-cat with golden tabby markings that swirl across her body. She has big, amber-orange eyes and angular ears. Prominent jowls dangle from her cheeks, rounding out the shape of her face. Her right hind leg is twisted, wrapped in a large, discolored, bumpy scar.

 

[butterflytuft]

Butterflytuft hadn't thought they'd actually come. She'd said it, yes, she'd offered, because it was the kind thing to do, because it was what Florabreeze needed to hear, but she hadn't expected to be needed. And now, here they are, two kits so small and uncertain, trailing behind their mother like shadows. Her breath catches in her throat at the sight of them. These are Kitestorm's kits. The queen has always believed that kits are innocent, no matter where they come from or who their parents are. And these kits? They need care. They need safety.

"Oh, oh," She murmurs dotingly, picking her way closer with her head ducked and ears flat to look as nonthreatening as possible. Her thick fur is fluffed slightly in concern, but everything else about her is as gentle and maternal as she can muster. "Oh, Florabreeze…" Her yellow eyes soften as she takes in the sight of them all. "They made it." She glances between Wiltingkit and Hollowkit, no longer murmured possibilities but real. "Hello, little ones," She coos, voice warm despite the worry tugging at her heart. She shifts her attention back to Florabreeze, searching her gaze. She's been through so much already, Butterflytuft thinks. Whatever happened, it wasn't easy. But there isn't time to ask; there will be time later, away from curious gazes. Right now, the kits need her, and Florabreeze needs her.

Florabreeze then mentions needing to talk to Twitchstar privately and she registers that as her cue. "I will get them to the nursery," She says gently, stepping closer. "It's quieter there. And warmer." She glances at the kits again, trying to offer them a reassuring smile. "I'll make sure you're comfortable, and you can rest in my nest if you'd like." She isn't sure what they need yet…comfort, space, a soft voice, or silence, but she'll figure it out. That's what she's here for. "Come on. Let's let the adults talk." With that, she gestures her with her head and tail for them to follow her back to the holly den.
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[RAMKIT]

The details of the story are not ones for kitten ears - such has been said for what feels like forever and it is essentially uttered again by Florabreeze's tongue. The molly tries to introduce two new strange kittens to the Clan, and Ravenkit seems eager enough to welcome them in. Ramkit remains quiet and watchful, pale blue eyes scrutinizing the frail-appearing duo. Maybe she can get her father or mother to tell her the tale... they don't often honey-coat things for their twins. (Do they?)

However, before she can scamper away with the curiosity, Butterflytuft coos and purrs and says, "My nest," as if she and Lambkit don't already take up most of the space. Her narrowed eyes fly open and she sparks an incredulous, "What!?" While Twitchstar and Figfeather talk with Florabreeze, Ramkit follows Butterflytuft on quick, black capped paws. Her brows furrow together, "Isn't this - isn't this an 'all of us' decision? You're not gonna make the nest any bigger - we don't have the moss for that!" The warriors have been bickering and complaining about low supplies ever since the storm.

Ramkit pauses at the nursery entrance, a little blaze of fire illuminated by the light outside. ​

𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 ˖⁺‧₊˚☆ 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴

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  ☆ FOUR MOONS
  ☆ SKYCLAN
  ☆ TORTIE WITH WHITE, BLUE EYES
  ☆ AUDACIOUS, CURIOUS, CRITICAL
  ☆ SHORT-SIGHTED, PARTICULAR
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  ⸻☆ ramkit is a wily, outspoken, borderline ill mannered she-kit. born of orangestar and slatesnarl, raised alongside lambkit, this nearly blind she-kit takes life by the horns. the brain to her twin's brawn, ramkit can often be found tattling on rule breakers (whilst breaking them to the benefit of herself, too.)