camp heirloom | hearing milestone

[rimekit]

Its a song carried on a gentle leaf-fall breeze that awakens little Rimekit. Distant mourning dove coos intermixed with the soft snores of her siblings. Whistled wind through the small gaps in the nursery walls. Hushed voices of Windclanners rising with the dawning sun, sharing tongues and sharing patrols.

It’s all encompassing newly perked ears.

Each sound, novel and melodic, caresses this newfound sense in downy tendrils. They wreath around the infant - gently… Rimekit is not afraid. She greets each noise as she had with her sight; with curiosity and wonder. A head of wheaten smoke lifts from her mother’s belly, the rest of her body attempting to follow suit. She wants to find these mysterious sounds. She struggles to get her body to listen. Yellowcough has left her weaker than her siblings, but perseverance courses through her veins and urges the kitten to rise.

Rise.

To her wobbly paws she attempts once more, ears straining for the morning song, muscles straining for dominance over gravity. For a moment she is successful. And then all at once Rimekit tumbles away from her slumbering siblings, her legs giving out from the exertion. A tuck and roll cushions her fall - the resulting sound of shifting moss and gritting sand joining dawn’s chorus.

She blinks at the inadvertent distance she has created between herself and her mother, her mission quickly forgotten. Rimekit nearly mewls out of fear but the sound of another’s even breaths catches her attention. Baby blues behold the large figure of gold - Midas touched as early morning rays alight his pelt. She pulls herself towards him. Her time in the medicine den has quelled her constant desire to nurse; Rimekit has learned to find comfort in the simple warmth of another.

And that is what she has done. When the nursery residents begin to stir they will find the pale kitten curled against Thriftfeather, her small triangular ears tilting curiously each time a pleasant purr rumbles from deep inside her chest.​

[ penned by kerms ]​

 

[Comfreykit]

Comfreykit is awoken by new sensations. He'd seemed to have had quite enough of seeing, only blessing his supposed parents with his baby blue eyes on rare occasions, but now there was another sense that he'd have to get used to, and that was hearing. For the past few weeks of his life, sound had been subtle rumbles in the earth, ones that might've been mistaken for movement. But now, Comfreykit wakes up to noise.

It startles him awake, eyes fluttering open in surprise as the sound of WindClan waking up begin to filter in through his ears and make connections in his brain. It all sounds like a conglomerate of hushed whispers, the tom not being able to pick out any one specific thing that he would one day call words, and he's further branded awake when a the warm spot next to him gets up and moves. Slowly at first, but then all at once- and at the loss of his sister by his side, now that he can see her moving away, is more momentous than it had been when Rimekit had been taken for treatment.

"Rah!" Comfreykit complains, and jumps slightly, surprised by the sound. Had that come out of him? Is that what he had sounded like all this time? He lifts his head, small eyes squinting against all the loud color and newfound experience, and he makes his own attempt at getting up before deciding this is all too much and settles for rolling onto his back, peering at the shapes of his siblings beside him. "Rah," he says again, and twitches his ears uncertainly.

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• COMFREYKIT ✩ kit of windclan, zero moons
  → walks hunched over.
  → peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
  → penned by Archivist → .archivist on discord.
  

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[Asterkit]

With every day that passes, Asterkit and her siblings grow, and grow, and grow. They would be like weeds, unable to stop now that they had started.

The development of sight had been quite the adjustment to little Asterkit. To go from a world that was so dark, to one that was so bright, was a little jarring to say the least. Still, Asterkit found herself opening her eyes more and more as that day passed. Baby blue eyes look around with curiosity, trying herbest to take in her surroundings, but still not yet at a point where she can define who or what she was looking at. Though, she seemed to getting better at recongising the forms of her parents and siblings. If sight had been a bit of an adjustment for her, then the development of her hearing is no less different.

Asterkit had been startled by her ability to see, and the ability to hear had been no less of a shock to her young system. She still jumped now, when a sibling would call out suddenly, or she would hear the gentle murmurings of either Bluefrost or Thirftfeather. It was the voices she was not overly familiar with that startled her the most, loud-mouthed visitors who had no respect for the children still finding their figurative and literal footing in the world. Speaking of, some of her siblings have begun to move around, testing how far they could crawl or move around. Asterkit herself makes an attempt, once Comfreykit flops down, giving up on his own attempts. Asterkit squints at her brother, before shakily rising to her feet. Her attempt to walk a few steps does not go well, her body not yet used to standing, nor the lack of a paw, and she slumps to the floor with a pitiful mew. She'll get there in time, it would just take her a little longer to be as confident as her siblings.​

 

[Thriftfeather]

It isn't unusual for Thriftfeather to be stirred from sleep by the shrill cries of a kit. As small as they are, they have a much larger capacity in their lungs than Thriftfeather would have assumed and a complete lack of the social mores that would otherwise prevent them from using that capacity to its fullest extent. When Thriftfeather wakes beyond the bleary morning blinks he is halted from his usual routine by a small weight against his flank.

Slowly, slowly, Thriftfeather shifts to look and finds Rimekit, curled and purring against him. His heart doesn't break at the sight. It cracks open—it leaves him softer and warmer than he ever thought he could ever be. Rimekit would have needed to toddle her way to him on ungainly legs. Thriftfeather considers that he should return her to Bluefrost's side but then Thriftfeather looks to her tiny face and feels as though she can remain here for a little longer.

"It's crowded over there, isn't it?" Speaking to the kits had started as a way for Thriftfeather to quietly amuse himself; now he watches Rimekit and wonders when she'll have any amount of comprehension for what he has said.

Perhaps, Thriftfeather assumes, Rimekit's time in the medicine den has made her unused to being surrounded by siblings. A glance confirms that they are particularly animated today—stumbling their ways to their paws before unceremoniously falling back to the soft bedding beneath them.​

DUSKCLAN DEPUTY ✦ GOLDEN TABBY TOM ✦ 19 MOONS ✦ TAGS​

 

[heatherkit]

( ⊱✿⊰ ) heatherkit is quite pleased with the predicament she finds herself in. somehow, in her sleep, she has managed to steal the best spot for sleeping from her two siblings. situated right between sootspot’s front paws, his limbs gently cradling her smaller body, muzzle warming her head with his breath. somewhere behind her are bramblekit and nightkit, but she rests as the winner of this night, in the prized spot by their father. dusky blue eyes open slowly, a yawn causing the pink tongue to curl and the white teeth to shine in the half-light. heatherkit snuggles into her father, for once not concerned about appearances in the protection of her nursery home. at least, she isn’t… until she hears an unseemly noise coming from a few nests over. the blue point lifts her head, craning her neck to look for the source.

rah!, complains comfreykit, and heatherkit somehow knows exactly what he means. the boy has been disrupted by the movement of his sister. little rimekit creeps over to her father’s side and the criminal curls his tail around the girl. heatherkit narrows her eyes from her nest, eyeing the code-breaker as he gently snuffles his daughter. bluefrost is still sleeping, but thea doesn’t like the idea of this thriftfeather being awake when her papa isn’t.

he’s the man who’d made her papa so sad, caused her aunt to betray the clan. he’s the bringer of thea’s cousins, yes, but it doesn’t make her like him more. his children stumble about, and the moor-princess turns kinder eyes upon them. poor things will never outgrow their family’s legacy, but they certainly do have promise. she vows quietly to watch out for them, if only so thriftfeather can’t steal them away like he had vulturepaw.

SAY WHAT YOU WANT ⊱✿⊰ BUT SAY IT LIKE YOU MEAN IT

• // "#b2a0bc" ic opinions i swear,, thrifty ily.
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• HEATHERKIT ⊱✿⊰ SHE / HER, WINDCLAN. DAUGHTER OF SOOTSPOT, SISTER TO BRAMBLEKIT, NIGHTKIT. 4 MOONS, PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  a longhaired blue lynx point with blue eyes. her body is cloaked in pale snow-white fur, a storm of blue flooding her face, tail, and paws. stripes of darker blue accentuate her eyes nose, and band around her legs. shining eyes stare out from the angular shaped face, a deep, faded blue color.
  

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[BLUEFROST]

She has become a heavier sleeper, with Thriftfeather so near. When her kits begin to shuffle, when they begin to cry loudly for milk or for attention, she will rise; otherwise, the simple movement of Rimekit away from her flank is not enough to rouse her. It is not until Comfreykit and Asterkit begin to squeak and wriggle that Bluefrost opens her eyes; she lowers her face and counts four, four kits, and something frantic begins to pound in her chest. "Where is —"

Bluefrost whips her face toward Thriftfeather, who has lowered his muzzle to a little bundle of mostly-white fur. Rimekit. Had he moved her closer to him? She blinks, puzzled, when little Comfreykit wobbles unceremoniously to his little paws before flattening again. She smiles, gently pressing her nose into the thickness of his soot-colored fur. "You almost had it," she whispers.

And then — then, right beside him, Asterkit is hobbling upright. The lack of her back paw and her general discoordination do not supply themselves to steady movements, and she's soon joining her brother, tumbling back to her belly. Bluefrost moves her nose to her daughter's marbled fur, gifting her a warm, smooth lick to the space between her little shoulders. "It may take a little longer for you, my flower, but you will get there, too."

She purrs, lifting her sleep-addled gaze to meet Thriftfeather's. "She came to you on her own," she marvels quietly. To her father. The thought is crooked, like a puzzle piece that won't fit into its socket, but she grows less and less unsettled by the idea every day. She can look at the smoked quality of Rimekit's fur and compare it, easily, to Sootkit's — soon, they will share other features, and it will be easy, so easy, to point to Rimekit and find Thriftfeather in her face.

Bluefrost's attention wavers; Heatherkit stirs in the nest she shares with Sootspot. Blue eyes fix accusingly on Thriftfeather. The queen makes a sound in her throat. "Heatherkit? Did you want to come see the kits move?" It's a placid invitation, but a genuine one. Whatever feelings her brother has for her and for Thriftfeather... surely he would not begrudge his children a relationship with their kin?

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

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• Bluekit . Bluepaw . Bluefrost, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 18 moons old, ages realistically on the 14th.
  — mentored by Sootstar ; mentoring Brackenpaw ; previously mentored n/a.
  — windclan queen. sootstar x weaselclaw, gen 2.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh blue smoke she-cat with white and emerald eyes. aloof, dignified, poised, haughty, composed, distant.
  
  

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