how it should have been / kits

[RUMBLERAIN]

"Here's some more moss. And some feathers, too." Rumblerain meows after they've placed down their gifts, searching two black-and-white muzzles for any sign of kindness with ice-chip desperation in their pale blue stare. Night hasn't fallen yet, but it approaches in the long shadows cast by Highstones, and the DuskClan leader has done their best to make the nests of their kits as comfortable as possible, even at the expense of their own bedding. Tomorrow would be painful for them, a night slept on hard ground, but if it meant that their kits would be at least halfway content then they would take that.

Rumblerain is sure that the kits would be happier in the presence of their mother, even in the shambles of DuskClan camp. Regret stings at the space beneath their eyes. Had they not pushed enough for Edenberry to join them? The pinstriped kittypet had been so determined to stay, to send their kits onward and remain behind, but Rumblerain can't help wondering if they'd wanted to. Would Edenberry have relented if Rumblerain had pressed the issue? A small part of them hopes that Edenberry's platitudes had been a promise rather than empty words to soothe their kits.

"Do you need anything to eat? I think we have a couple of mice left."

ooc ✧ 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦

• // @Mizzlekit @arethusakit
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  [ art by antiigone ]
• RUMBLERAIN ✧ they/them, leader of duskclan
  
  
  — "a lanky, scruffy seal and white point with blue eyes."
  — single ;
  — speech is in #858AC0
  — tags | penned by mercibun, contact on discord for plots.
  
  
  
  

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[Mizzlepaw]

"Thank you!" Despite the wary look Rumblerain recieves and the fact that he scoots protectively next to his sister the chipperness in his tone is hard to miss. The look of desperation isn't a foreign one, sometimes momma looks like that when they're especially tired and he comes running after them with another demand for attention. He just assumes that Rumblerain's tired and nothing beyond that, so being nice might make them less tired! As they sit there he can only stare at the moss and feathers in front of them. Their nests have always been made, plush and not with moss or feathers. "What do we do with this?" he finds himself asking, pleading green eyes staring up at them as some semblance of a saviour in this situation.

Curiously he picks at the moss placed in front of him, stripping a small clump from the majority and trying to squish it like the grass. It was kinda wet like grass in the morning, as he bats at it a cold breeze sweeps by. Rendering the tom to do nothing but shiver, he missed the protection that their old nest had, wind couldn't get in there unless one of the holes in the wall was open to the outside world. Now they were just in the outside world, no big walls to shield the siblings from the wind. He tried to not miss home but it was a little hard, missing home wasn't going to do anything though so he had to make the most of the adventure presented to him.

The mention of food causes his stomach to grumble almost immediately as if it was waiting for stage directions. Mizzlekit doesn't register that one might feel shame or embarassment over this fact and instead opts to nod his head enthusiastically. He had the displeasure of learning how to eat things that weren't just kibble as the group travelled, it wasn't great and he misses the kibble but he would take whatever he can get. "Why do you have two names?" He decides on asking before his over active thoughts could potentially steer him away into forgetting the question that he's had since he heard them introduce themself as Rumblerain instead of Raindrop.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ✦ ‎Call me fighter ☾ Call me lover ✦ ‎

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• MIZZLEKIT ✦ he/him, kit of DuskClan.
  ✧ A small scrap of white and black fur with tireless energy.
  ✧ Son of Edenberry and Rumblerain || Brother to Berrykit
  ✧ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted || underline and tag when attacking
  ✧ speech is #dbcbed
  ✧ penned by Juice || ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[berrypaw]

༻✦༺ Moss and feathers. Arethusakit doesn't know what she's supposed to do with even more moss, because it's strange and scratchy and she definitely doesn't plan to sleep on top of it. She's never slept on anything short of a plush, comfy bed in their warm, cozy home. The girl's mismatched eyes dart around the strange encampment, searching for the space they're going to sleep in for the night. She sees nothing of the sort, and tips her chin up to look down the bridge of her nose at Raindrop. They're waiting for some kind of response, she thinks, and they probably want her and Mizzlekit to say something dumb, like thank you.

"Thank you!" meows her brother, and Arethusakit's dark ears swivel back against her head. Disappointment paints her pale face; he gave in so easily. Is he really planning to sleep outside, like a stray? At least he also doesn't seem to know what Raindrop expects them to do with the stuff that they've been given. "Where are our nests at?" Her voice is soft, but it holds an edge to it—Raindrop is her parent, but she doesn't know them. They told her and Mizzlekit two different names, and they took them away from their Mama and brought them to this dirty place.

The icy-eyed cat asks them if they need to eat, and there is little hesitation from Mizzlekit as he nods eagerly. With a quick cut of her gaze to the boy, she responds, "Umm… yes. Please." Please, she adds, because even though she doesn't know Raindrop-Rumblerain very much, she's still hungry, and when she wants something she's supposed to say please. "But we don't eat mice." At least, she doesn't eat mice—she eats savory food that comes in little bits and crunches nicely between her teeth.

kore kore 𓆩✧𓆪 fauna and flora

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• BERRYKIT ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ she/her, kit of duskclan
  ☆ small white kit with a black dorsal stripe and black toes on her hind paws. her forepaws are black, with blue point markings fading up her forelegs. her eyes are a mismatch of blue and green, and they seem to sparkle in the sunlight.
  ☆ daughter to edenberry and rumblerain ; sister to mizzlekit
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ☆ penned by foxlore

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[RUMBLERAIN]

"We make nests with the moss here." They answer two questions in one fell swoop, though the sting of their answer does not go un-thought by Rumblerain. Had Edenberry prepared their kits for the world at all? "The feathers are to make them softer, less scratchy. Sometimes if we're lucky in hunting, we can use rabbit-fur."

Another question is chirped, green eyes peering up at Rumblerain with familiar intensity. Mizzlekit reminds them of Edenberry so much, despite the inky markings that streak their shared faces. Would this become a trend? Relenting to the very smallest of his queries? Rumblerain is comfortable in their secrecy but the earnest question makes their stomach twist.

"Some cats do." They answer, evasive at first, but with a small sigh Rumblerain decides to elaborate. "The cats here know me as Rumblerain. That's who I am to them: their leader, and a warrior. Your momma - Edenberry - knows me as Raindrop. That's the name my pa used to call me when I was your age, even though I was Rumblekit. I ... it takes a special cat for to call me Raindrop."

They can't imagine bestowing similar nicknames upon their kits. Badgermoon had known his litter since birth, seen their personalities form. It's a privilege Rumblerain had not been offered: but now, perhaps, they would be able to make it for it. With luck, Berrykit would understand her renaming to mean something similar. To hold Arethusa close to her heart, but not to share it with the forest. That blessing, however, does not stop the prickle of annoyance that rises over their kit's assertion that they don't eat mice.

"Oh, you don't?" They sound a little disappointed, though confused. Rumblerain's tail twitches, thoughtful. The scrublands don't have much to offer, but if they don't eat mice, then ... "I can't promise a rabbit, but if we get lucky I can probably find a vole closer to ShadowClan. Will you try a mouse, if I can't?"

ooc ✧ 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦

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  [ art by antiigone ]
• RUMBLERAIN ✧ they/them, leader of duskclan
  
  
  — "a lanky, scruffy seal and white point with blue eyes."
  — single ; no apprentice
  — speech is in #858AC0
  — tags | penned by mercibun, contact on discord for plots.
  
  
  
  

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