backwritten howling at your door ⁀➷ nursery

[FALLOWBITE]

ˏˋ*⁀➷　Fallowpaw herds the kittens into the nursery. She does not look them in the eyes, knowing what fear she may find there.

She tries not to mind it. She is not the one these kittens need.

"Tansyshine," it greets flatly, keeping to the entrance of the nursery. She does not speak to her foster mother often... Maybe she should change that. Her eye flickers to the three kits. They have stuck close to one another since their finding, in a way that reminds her of her own littermates. "These are... my siblings." She does not offer much more explanation than that. Tansyshine will hear news of their mother's death soon enough. "They need someone t' take care of 'em."

‎‎┌── GOD KNOWS I❜M ONLY HUMAN ⁀➷ I GET SO INHUMANE ──┐‎

• @tansyshine @YIP @THRASH @HOWL
  
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  "SPEECH"

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  FALLOWBITE ⁀➷ she / it, warrior of thunderclan, twelve moons.
  ➳ a scarred, pointed brown and white molly with shaggy fur and golden eyes.
  ➳ standoffish and solitary, always seems to have a dark cloud hanging over its head.
  ➳ baying hound xx npc, littermate to antlerbreeze & doepath.
  ➳ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ➳ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[THRASHKIT]

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Why is it bothering with the niceties? When will Fallowpaw just drop whatever this was and finally lead them to slaughter? It's hard to not be tense, focusing so hard on making sure no wrong moves, making sure no jaws were going to snap his or his littermates' way. He stumbled as she walked, the tremor in her steps persistent even now.

They came to a halt, huddled beside their siblings as the apprentice paused in front of the nursery entrance. Tansyshine is the name it calls, narrowed eyes shine wide as they stare at the queen that seems familiar with the apprentice. Looking back to Yip and Howl, a small growl emanating from a tiny throat instead of a greeting. They didn't need someone to take care of them, at least that's what it told themself. Falling into a self comforting belief that any second now things would go back to normal, as terrible as it was that was all they knew up until this moment. So far they're unharmed though, no cruel words have been spat their way so she guessed that in some cases this was... okay compared to what he knew

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎I was born hungry ☆ What do I need‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

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• THRASH
  any pronouns, 3 moons
  ☆ A black smoke with abnormally bright amber eyes and a habit of crouching while they walk.
  ☆ Bayinghound x Duke | Littermates with Howl & Yip
  ☆ Due to her circumstances surrounding it's life she will be confrontational in the majority of their interactions { will start fights | will not end fights | will not run away and might be merciful }
  ☆ "speech" | thoughts | attacking
  ☆ All opinions are IC only!

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[YIPPINGKIT]

Siblings. Yip does not think of Fallowpaw as such. When he sees it, he sees only the crimson blooms of blood at her jaws, the tearing of soul from flesh. Baying Hound is no more, and it is Fallowpaw's fault. Would one sibling do such a thing to another? But maybe they would: Baying Hound had always painted a world of terror; weaved stories of betrayal, bloodshed, and violence. Strength through violence, through anger. Yip cannot summon such a force within himself. He would like to, he thinks, but ever since leaving that den of rot and bloody fable, fear had seized his spinal cord and left little room for anything else.

Now Fallowpaw shepherds the pups to a new mother. Yip presses their pelt against Thrash, looking for some sort of comforting warmth. They do not greet Tansyshine with words, and neither does their sibling; the whole trio seems woefully lacking in manners of any sort. Maybe Tansyshine would change that — but Yip is hesitant to accept her as anything close to a mother. A food source, maybe; someone to keep his den warm, sure. But they drag Baying Hound's corpse behind them, unwilling to let her go so easily. She had been as comfortable as barbed wire, but she had been his.

Yip stares up at Tansyshine with wide bisected eyes, waiting to see how she will react to them and their littermates.

𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄, 𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 !

• ooc.
  
• YIPPINGKIT —— kit of thunderclan . baying hound x duke . littermate to howlkit and thrashkit, sibling to many ✦ penned by meghan
  
  ✦ a hulking black smoke with low white. striking dual-toned eyes. fluctuates between total apathy and a need to fit in; difficult to befriend, and does not trust easily. unsure of thunderclan as a whole.
  ✦ intersex, nb masculine / he they pronouns / 03 moons & ages every 5th
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— will start fights / will not flee / may show mercy. a kitten, he can hardly defend himself, but that will not stop him from trying. apt against opponents his age thanks to his sheer size.
  
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, all opinions are in character
  ✦ full biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  

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[tansyshine]

Tansyshine, the call of her name makes the bleary-eyed queen look up from her paws where she had zoned out. Though the grief lessons each passing day, sometimes a new wave ebbs and flows in; today is one of those days, and shes clearly out of it when she forces her eyes to focus on the figure in the entrance of the nursery.

She does not expect to see the form of her fosterchild standing there, with kittens at their paws. "Oh," her lips form the exact letter of her sentence, blinking in shock as Fallowbite brandishes its siblings. Three of them. Three little black-smoke pelted kits, blank-eyed. What happened? Fallowbite offers no respite, no rhyme nor reason. She bites her tongue, then speaks, "They'll be loved, here." a promise.

"Hello, little ones. You must all be exhausted," her voice is gentle as she shifts in her nest, definitely not big enough for a litter of three. Her nest has been empty for a while, now... She had not expected much company- she gets up, then lays on the outer edges, the dirt below a chill that seeps in to her bones. "I won't hurt you guys..." she pats her now empty nest, an invite. The kits look at her through widened eyes, her heart squeezes. "What are your guys' names? Are you hungry, at all?" if they do not want to approach, she does not blame them. All of them are much like Fallow as a kit, guarded, fraying.

I need answers.

A single flit of her eyes upwards and she addresses Fallowbite next, "Stay, darling," she breathes, almost pleads. "Please, tell me what happened?" if anything like what had gone on with Fallow and their siblings happened, then she needs to know. I want them to feel safe.

𝖨 𝖫𝖮𝖮𝖪 𝖴𝖯 𝖠𝖳 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖦𝖠𝖯𝖲 𝖮𝖥 𝖲𝖴𝖭𝖫𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳 ✿ 𝖨 𝖬𝖨𝖲𝖲 𝖸𝖮𝖴 𝖬𝖮𝖱𝖤 𝖳𝖧𝖠𝖭 𝖠𝖭𝖸𝖳𝖧𝖨𝖭𝖦

• SORRY THIS IS SO LATE!!!
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  ❥ tansy, tansyshine
  ❥ cis female ,, she/her ,, 44 months
  ❥ permaqueen of thunderclan ,, in care of
  ❥ fluffy cinnamon solid she-cat with low white and ice blue eyes
  ❥ "speech, a789cf"
  ❥ bisexual ,, taken
  ❥ smells like freshly pressed flowers, moss & milk
  ❥ chibi by pin ,, penned by chuff

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