private Hello, kettle || Kite

[SORROWTHROAT]

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"STOP that." She grunts, ears pinned to her skull. Another gust of wind shoves it's way through her fur, sending little daggers of chill into her tendons, but that is not the thing that sets her teeth on edge. Kite. Murderer.
The scorned traitor of Sky Clan was here... pretending things were well... housing those kits that were Flora's by right. A large part of her mourned her sister, seprated by distance and creed. She had once promised to protect the molly, and she would do so, even now.
Sharp claws sunk into brittle moss. It was a far cry from what the forest had provided, but it was also far better then the sharp rocks beneathe her body.
"It's mine. Get yours somewhere else, tratior. "

ooc// IC opioions <3 she's just grumpy and I have very low muse but I wanted to get this up!
Also, she is noticably pregant!

@KITEWAIL

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— A chocolate point tabby molly with icy blue eyes and a slightly uneven pelt. She has small scars on her back, her shoulders and a slightly crocked tail. Her frame is lanky and sharp, boney even. Once well-feed in the pine forest, the last remaning fat buldges on tratior queen's belly. she is 4 weeks along and visably pregant.
— 60 moons old; ages the 1st of every month
— aro/ace. ; currently not looking
— child of NPC and ANWIR :: sibling to Duskpool, Shadowfire and Smokefang
— Mentoring Mercurypaw and Plumpaw && Mentored Flora
— loyal to Flora
— hates Orangestar and Duskpool
— "speech", thoughts, attacking
— peaceful powerplay allowed

 

[KITEWAIL]

Kitewail does not concern themself with the "clan" politics, they go straight to Coyotecrown if anything of issue arises even if it means a verbal lashing by their sister. No one but their kits matter, all the rest of the clan are nobodies in their mind... even Sorrowthroat now. The small tabby returns from an unsuccessful hunt but their body language or face doesn't betray any of the disappointment they feel. They intend to return to the gorse bush Kitewail calls their nest but stops. 'It's mine. Get yours somewhere else, tratior.'

"Traitor..." Kitewail echoes Sorrowthroat as they turn slowly to face the chocolate molly. The term rolls off their back like water, it is true after all; it's even amusing to hear it from the other's lips. The corner of their lip twitches up by habit as if to greet her with the crooked smile they practiced so much in Skyclan but it drops in a flash. "...and you are not?"

They have noticed the swelling of Sorrowthroat's stomach and recognized all the signs of pregnancy, they have come well-versed in seeing the signs now. It is not worth wasting their breath to comment on it until now. "I was not... even looking at you," Kitewail mutters in regards to being accused of wanting to steal the molly's sorry excuse for a nest. "You are pregnant... how far along? Well... congratulations, I suppose... it's not easy to be pregnant out here... that was foolish of you." They mostly do not care— and they wouldn't if it were anyone else, but just as before in Skyclan they feel obliged to be cordial to their mate's sister. Kitewail's tail twitches uneasily as worry nibbles the back of their mind as they consider how Florabreeze would not know of these kits either.

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shame is sharp, and my skin gives so easy

• KITE ; KITESTORM ; KITEWAIL 》 a small statured black tabby with compact muscles but the very first thing one would notice are the welted scars beneath their eyes. kitewail is perceptive & clever. may appear unfriendly due to neutral expressions but is very sociable, or rather once was; in their current situation kitewail does not speak to anyone unless they approach another first. they have a soft, monotonous voice with a rasp to it. their gentle side is only reserved for their unborn kits, they do not care much for any duskclanner.
  ✧ 43, ages every 21st ✧ they/them ✧ mate to Florabreeze
  ✧ peaceful powerplay allowed, all opinions IC

  
  

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[SORROWTHROAT]

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Teeth flash at Kite's question. Her anger white-hot at the words.
"I did it for them. Not that anyone cares," She snaps, tail lashing. Blind and mute all of them, if they could just see... Her conversation with her would-be victim flashes to mind, and her tail curls defensivley over her swelling stomach. Hadn't she promised herself she'd be better for them? The little lives in her? She grunts, lossening her grip on the throny nest. Kitewail was... not the kin she thought her kits would have - certainly not a cat she was proud of - but family was family wasn't it?
"You are pregnant... how far along? Well... congratulations, I suppose... it's not easy to be pregnant out here... that was foolish of you."
"I - ! " The scream for justice dances over her spine, down her paw. Claws unsheath, and it takes everything in the cat to keep from striking her ex-clan mate. Be better. Be better. Be better. She shivers as another wind rolls over her body. She lets it take the defeaning scream with it, muscles shaking in effort.
"Enough to know I... made a mistake." She conceeds with a tilt of her head. Her eyes do not wander. They burn holes into Kitewail's. "Enough to know I love them regaurdless."
She chews her tongue, regaurding the cat before her through many lenses. Despite herself, her eyes begin to water at Kitewail's question. At the situation at.. at all of this. Most of all, for the pain her sister and Duskpool must be feeling.
"Do you... Will Flora see them?" It's a dangerous question given the situation and her feelings, but some part of Sorrelsong still cares for the traotior. She remembers the day they spoke, the day Kitestorm told her that they had feelings for her sister. The day Sorrelsong trusted them enough with her sister's heart. "Flora will... she might be mad at you, but she'd never forgive herself if she couldn't see her other litter. Magnolia..." She winces at the name. Florabreeze had spoken lightly on the topic, but Sorrowthroat knew that there was pain there - self loathing. How would she feel if she could not see her own kits? I think that'd just about kill me.

ooc//
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— A chocolate point tabby molly with icy blue eyes and a slightly uneven pelt. She has small scars on her back, her shoulders and a slightly crocked tail. Her frame is lanky and sharp, boney even. Once well-feed in the pine forest, the last remaning fat buldges on tratior queen's belly. she is 4 weeks along and visably pregant.
— 60 moons old; ages the 1st of every month
— aro/ace. ; currently not looking
— child of NPC and ANWIR :: sibling to Duskpool, Shadowfire and Smokefang
— Mentoring Mercurypaw and Plumpaw && Mentored Flora
— loyal to Flora
— hates Orangestar and Duskpool
— "speech", thoughts, attacking
— peaceful powerplay allowed