private How sweet is the daylight ✶ Oddbird fam

[Owlheart]

It's a cold morning in the nursery, Owlheart had noticed this during her walk between the two dens but she hoped that she was just imagining it. Even if her paws felt a little too cold as she entered the milk scented den she tried to pay it no mind. Playing it off as just her over thinking, it's easy to push concerns aside when she see's Oddgleam cuddled with the trios litter. The small kits thankfully could all see now, she thinks they can hear too? They react to sounds at least, so she assumes that's not a consistent coincidence.

With a rumbling purr she approaches the family she is still in disbelief over having. Rubbing her cheek against Oddgleam then licking a stray tuft of fur from the top of Brightkit's head in place. She's careful in making sure she greets each of the kits with a bump of her nose to their head, worrying that they might think she's playing favourites. Is that something that kits this young are even capable of thinking? She has no recollection of memories from that young so she's unsure.

"It's a little cold today, make sure you stay warm" she meows softly to her mate as she curls beside him, looking over to Crowsight to either confirm or deny her claims of the drop in weather. If anything this may calm her own nerves, or make them worse... She finds that her anxiety is fickle these days. With a quiet yawn she raises a paw to brush it against her face to brush out her fur.

Her attempts at grooming is paused when she hears something that isn't one of her mates voices. Unsure of what the sound is she looks around, it must have been a kit but surely it was one of the queens young denmates. Aren't their kits too young to be attempting to speak already? Her head tilts towards the bundles of fur gathered in Oddgleam's nest despite her belief that this must not be one of their kits making these sounds. ​

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  ooc. first words real!? Not clickbait!? @ODDGLEAM @CROWSIGHT @PEARLKIT @CUCKOOKIT @morningkit @BRIGHTKIT @RAVENKIT
  

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  OWLHEART
  She / her ||Warrior of SkyClan || 18 moons
  ❥ An orange tabby with low white and an owls feather tucked in her tail.
  ❥ Mates with Oddgleam and Crowsight | Mother to Pearlkit, Cuckookit, Morningkit, Brightkit and Ravenkit.
  ❥ Mentoring Hollypaw
  ❥ “Speech”, thoughts, attacking
  ❥ Penned by Juice ⏐ouijeejuice on discord {open to being dmed for plots}
  

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[morningkit]

There's a presence here that has grown more familiar now that she's willed herself to suffer the skyward flare she remembers her mother calling 'the sun.' She's become aware of her name, the names of her siblings... an expanded repertoire, filed away in the cabinets of her mind to be attempted some other time. "It's a little cold today..." Tiny, tufted ears swivel forward, assuming that all conversation had is for her to behold and capture, even as Owlheart leans close to Oddgleam to share such sentiments about the weather.

The air's frigid edges tickle her nose... and with a small, hesitant inhale.. and another eager to resist... she fails to spare her nose and instead, sneezes. An orange dusted paw reaches up to her face, swiping at her own muzzle in an attempt to relieve the itch before staring up at her parents.

One of the others peeps a tiny noise, one that almost sounds like some of the noises the bigger cats have said! Dumbfounded, her attention follows the orange tabby she-cat's to the culprit- How'd you do that? Because it seems to have summoned up some attention!

holding onto a love ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ they keep wanting

• achoo
• crowsight x oddgleam x owlheart
  pearlkit - cuckookit - morningkit​ - brightkit - ravenkit​

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[ODDGLEAM]

Being woken up by the harsh chill of morning, makes him wrinkle his muzzle up at the aspect of being drowned in the freezing touch of winter. It is getting colder as the seasons pass, and he is not as comfortable with it. He likes the snow, but when bits of fluffy snow melt into his fur... It's a disaster. He lets his tongue brush over his chest, pausing in his grooming. Mismatches ears perk up at the sound of pawsteps entering the milk - scented den. Letting a soft purr rise from his pale throat, he leans his head into the warm touch of Owlheart, before his mate is off to greet their brood.

The pale - patched feline lets a dramatic sigh escape his lips, as he answers his mate. He speaks with a grin that emerges across his muzzle. His half - lidded copper gaze rests on the sunset - hued tabby. "Don't worry, ma biche. I'm plenty warm in here." He tilts his head downwards to blink at the wriggling bodies of his kits. Not much warmth, buuut it'll suffice. Oddgleam curls his tail half - heartily around his children, tucking dainty forepaws underneath his chest. Now that the kits have their eyes open, wide and curious plus new words filtering through their little ears. The feathered queen wonders when he and his mate's brood will speak. Though, their kits are too young to speak... No? An ear flicks towards a noise, his gaze darted down to stare at the wiggling mass of bodies. He blinks when he hears the noise, tilting his head down towards his nest.

"Oh...!" Oddgleam raises a paw to his mouth to keep his rising giggles at bay at the culprit that made the small noise. His tail twitches near his kits, before bending his head down to touch Morningkit on the head. "Aren't you a sneezy one..." He hums, before raising his head up and away from the tiny tortoiseshell. The pale - patched feline perks up at another noise that comes from one of the others.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 ♡ 𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑳 𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑫𝑶𝑺𝑬 𝑶𝑵 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬

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• temp oddgleam reference

  

• ( HONEY IN WARM MILK ) ˖⁺‧₊ ♡ ₊‧⁺˖ ODDGLEAM. ╱ skyclan queen.
  ⸝⸝ NON-BINARY ; HE / THEY ; 18 MOONS OLD & AGES EVERY 7TH.
  ♡ mated to crowsight & owlheart — mentoring none.
  ♡ an elegant, long-legged medium furred sliver-cream calico with copper eyes.
  ♡ thoughts ; "Speech, e7d3e7" ; attacks only
  ♡ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ♡ smells like caramel frappe & chilled stone
  — all opinions are ic
  

  currently residing in the nursery. 𐂯 parent to one litter of kits.

  
  — biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone

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[RAVENKIT]

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It's cold today. . . he wiggles closer to Oddgleam and his littermates to keep warm, desperately seeking comfort from his parent. Ravenkit's fur is fluffed up, a soft bundle by the calico's belly — he looks like a burr more than cat, but the illusion is quickly broken by his head raising and ears perking at the noise one of his littermates make. It's not the usual mrrrrp or mrrrow they have been doing so far. . . How! How! He wants to do that, too!

His eyebrows furrow as he stares up at Oddgleam and Owlheart, and tries to do what his littermate just had. "Laaawl-ve," The last-born attempts, a word he'd hears his parents call each other sometimes. . . "Law-vuh," It doesn't sound right! The black smoke pouts, irritated he can't do it properly.

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

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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 Pearlkit, 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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[PEARLKIT]

The world slowly opens up. Sound, sight; legs, and clumsy paws. Slowly, slowly, he's gathering the little bits and pieces of things that make him a cat. Awareness, too, is something that comes next. He's beginning to recognize the faces around him. Siblings, parents, faces who comes in and out to say hello, to drop off food. But there are a few faces above all that he's come to expect, to desire, and to feel happy with when he sees them around.

They're talking with each other. Words that he's never attempted. Where his siblings are more vocal, it's not that he's less; but he's quieter. He listens to them, processes it. Their opening eyes, their first steps. He's never been as vocal with a mrrp or a mew, but the moment his ears had opened up, he had been listening. Listening, listening, listening. Watching too, whenever he could unbury himself from the side of his parents.

His siblings have been listening too, as Owlheart and Oddgleam talk. His ears flick as they start trying words, sounds coming from their mouths. For a while he just sits and listens, looking between all of them with slow, wide-blinking eyes. 'Ove." he repeats Ravenkit. Because... he knows. He knows what that word should be, even though it tumbles around in his mouth and around his tongue. It's... "L...ove. Love!"
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