private HOUR OF THE WOLF ⁺˖⋆ BAYINGKIT

[nightbird]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ out of the whole bunch, bayingkit was the most exuberant. mismatched eyes finding themselves in trouble more often than not, she had already been the ringleader one attempted escape through the gorse tunnel. whether she would have gone the whole way was left up in the air, but if nothing else, that single act promised nightbird would always have her paws full.

raccoonstripe looked at her ferocity like stars glittered throughout tabby stripes, maybe the likeness of appearance to his mother softened his heart to her antics. nightbird wondered if bayingkit idolized howlingstar the same, if she saw herself in her grandmother's place every time the noble leader took to high rock like her father did. laying in the sun, she has a clear view of the formation standing proud. how many sought to feel the smooth stone beneath their paws, how many would die for the chance? she hoped for bridled ambition within her brood. a warrior was just as important as any leader, they needn't waste their whole life dreaming for their grandmother's spot.

she spots her eldest poking at something in the dirt, tiny claws digging and jabbing. curiosity spikes within her. "bayingkit," nightbird stretches, hooks her claws into the earth to drag her front half closer to the kit, head tilted slightly as she took in her mussed fur and dirt covered paws. "are you excited to be a warrior some day?" a simple question, but pointed ears keenly listened for any hint of ambition beyond what was promised for her future.

‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ┌── THE CROWS IN THE GARDEN ⋅⋆⋅ ARE LAUGHING AT MY EXPENSE ──┐‎

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  NIGHTBIRD ✩ she/her, lead warrior of thunderclan, 34 ☾'s
  ⭃ a small black smoke molly with a white paw and pale silver eyes. currently a queen residing in the nursery.
  ⭃ mate to raccoonstripe / / currently mentoring none.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[bayingkit]

in her small, thistle - lined world, bayingkit has never considered anything other than becoming a great warrior. the same as her father, her mother, her grandmother before her and.. conspiratory whispers around camp have evolved into loud rumor, opinions stated as fact and, well.. bayingkit was forest born, too. a forest born cat was meant to be a warrior, mighty and proud as the rest of her family was.. they were never lazy, and never cared if the other kits didn’t like them. they didn’t care if no one wanted to play with them, and they had to romp around in the dirt instead, squashing the splay of scattering ants as they flee from pale - tipped paws.

pretending clan with her denmates had been fun, and she supposed the idea of bayingtooth fit her well enough.. better than it would stormkit or lightningkit, for sure. a mighty deputy, like her father had been until flamewhisker’s kits were apprenticed.. being lead warrior seemed like a lot of work to do first, but bayingkit had never considered the possibility of not being great. she shines brightest beneath her fathers eye, in hunting lessons behind the nursery — what kind of daughter would she be, if not great? her name is a reminder, a constant temper of volatility and claw - clenching irritation, leashed only by legacy and her mothers watchful eye.

still, certain clanmates stare at her like a sloughing rat in the freshkill pile ; the eyes of their orange - furred deputy and fallowpaw, tucked away in the shadows of gentlestorm’s den, haunt the back of her mind. what did she do? she hadn’t done anything.. ( but she will, if those lingering suspicious eyes are what they think of her. ) her eyes lift, the sudden thought of finding a worm to fling into the medicine den rousing her attention immediately off the scurry of ants at her paws —

bayingkit, her mother calls, and the striped girl softens instinctively, letting the bristle at her shoulders flatten as dark limbs drag the molly closer. attention brings a warm core to her chest, a coil of golden light that lifts her lips and bares her teeth in a puppish grimace - smile as she lopes the few pawsteps to nightbird’s side instead, lashing her tail excitedly behind her. she greets the queen with a bonk of her messily furred head against steely jaw ; affectionate, certainly not to try and conceal how lathered in soil she’d become, ” yah. “ she grunts wisely, a semi - pant of excited air, ”gon.. gnn, gonna be deputy one day. instead of flamewhisker. “ not yet old enough to understand that howlingstar may be long well dead by the time she is old and experienced enough.

flamestar does not cross her mind, but neither does bayingstar. only deputy bayingtooth, and a sudden curiosity that scrunches her features — and unfortunately for nightbird, leads her to prop both muddy paws on her upper shoulder with sudden urgentness, ” ma. do deputies gotta.. gotta die for there t’ be a other one? “ die meant they went away forever, like a mouse or a vole. did that have to happen for bayingtooth to be real? the orange molly looked at her weird, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted that.. and what if she got sent away to the nursery and raccoonstripe got to be deputy again instead? maybe it would be okay if raccoonstripe became raccoonstar, but then where would howlingstar be?

life is a conundrum she cannot yet comprehend.

☽ ˚ ｡ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒  𓃥 【 𝑰𝑻𝑺 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲 𝑰𝑵 𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 】

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• BAYINGKIT——————— SHE / HER, KITTEN OF THUNDERCLAN. NIGHTBIRD xx RACCOONSTRIPE, SISTER TO TWILIGHTKIT, TIGERKIT, STORMKIT & LIGHTNINGKIT. 3 MOONS OLD, SMELLS LIKE DISRUPTED SOIL & WET FUR. PENNED BY ANTLERS.
  a large, unsightly black tabby kitten.
  
  mongrelish, standing all thistlethorn fur and bared teeth, bayingkit would be thought roguesblood if not for the dogtooth crown she uncomfortably bears. a hereditary haunting lies in the shag of ornate black striping and long limbs that do not yet suit her wide, slouching shoulders ; her fathers daughter, laced in dredge and filth moreso than he’d ever been. a constant, incessant need to make herself small forms in hunched spine and weary, whale - eyed suspicion, communicating mostly in rumbling growls.. bayingkit tends to hold herself with a tuck tailed and trembling livewire of feral volatility.
  

  teething, easily frustrated with her lack of vocal skill and highly reactive. prone to biting, swatting and general moodiness it is highly encouraged to correct. powerplay is allowed for disciplinary swipes, scruffing and general redirection.

  
  
  

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[nightbird]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ "big paws to fill," she comments, gaze raking over the dirt clinging to her daughters face despite her best efforts on hiding it. nightbird reaches a paw up to brush some back to the ground before dropping it to pull her closer. her tongue rasps across tabby fur that refused to lie flat before considering her daughters words.

flamewhisker was well loved, took the mantle from flycatcher well, upheld it even after his untimely death. "it is a big honor, an even bigger responsibility. you think you can handle it?" despite her slightly ulterior motives for such a conversation, her question between licks is one of playful warmth.

the next bayingkit asks has her pausing, tongue flicking over her silver muzzle. there was no point in shielding the child from a truth she would be likely to see some day. "not always," she hums, shifting so that she could look bayingkit in mismatched eyes. "some step down. before flamewhisker, her mate flycatcher was deputy. he decided to return to a lead warrior after many seasons of serving thunderclan in his position." nightbird decided not to divulge into the reasoning of why he was no longer in serving alongside the other lead warriors, she wouldn't go there unless asked.

"some become leader, like howlingstar. it is then up to them to choose someone to replace them." she continues, brushing down the fur she had just groomed atop her head in attempt to get it to stay. her whiskers twitched when it rebelliously spiked back up. "but, yes. some join starclan before they get that chance. deputies have one life, just like us, until they are made leader. it is important that they spend it well, that if they must die they do so for their clan."

‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ┌── THE CROWS IN THE GARDEN ⋅⋆⋅ ARE LAUGHING AT MY EXPENSE ──┐‎

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  NIGHTBIRD ✩ she/her, lead warrior of thunderclan, 35 ☾'s
  ⭃ a small black smoke molly with a white paw and pale silver eyes. currently a queen residing in the nursery.
  ⭃ mate to raccoonstripe / / currently mentoring none.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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