duskclan I Didn't Heed the Warning ☪ Bug Watching

[Mumblekit]

Mumblekit

Status: Fascinated, Happy

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A small, tiny...creature scuttled across the ground in front of Mumble's feet. She stared wide-eyed at it. She had never seen anything like this before. What was it. She reached a paw out to touch it and jerked back when it made a loud Buzzzz at her. She sucked in a sharp breath before quickly falling to the floor. She needed a closer look. She tilted her head and hovered her paw over the little creature, not touching it, just keeping it in the shadow cast on the ground. Her mouth was slightly open and an emotion flowed through her that she doesn't know what to call. Was this...happiness? This was...new. It was amazing. Why couldn't she be happy all the time? A happy little giggle left her mouth and she wiggled around the tiny creature on the ground. Maybe she could keep it. Maybe it could be her friend. Maybe it could keep making her happy! That would be wonderful, she loved this feeling. This was her new favorite thing ever. It felt like nothing could ever go wrong in this world ever again.
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It's my Curse to try and make it right ☪────☪────☪ But by trying make it Worse

• OOC:
• Mumblekit - LH Classic Black Tabby w/ Low White and Green Eyes ☪ She/Her ☪ Duskclan Kit ☪ Penned by Snowy ☪ 3 moons
  ☪ Contact TimelordSnowy on Discord for plotting
  ☪ "Speech"
  ☪ Thoughts

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[Smudgeclaw]

"Whatcha find there kiddo?"​

Smudgeclaw asked curiously, peeking around the kit at the small beetle-like thing Mumblekit was chasing. Usually, Smudgeclaw wouldn't bother with what the kits were up to, but the monotony of this place was beginning to gnaw at him. At this point, he found himself seeking entertainment anywhere.

"I've never seen one of those things out this early in newleaf, must be a good sign. Warmer weather means more prey." He shook his fur as if to shake the cold lingering touch of leafbare with it. Part of him was tempted to shoo it away, lest it become a snack for one of the more feral children around, but even he couldn't find it in his heart to do so with how happy Mumblekit looked. He had never even seen her do more than just cower or cry, and if something as simple as a creepy little bug could motivate her, maybe she wasn't so hopeless after all.

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[Possumscratch.]

IF I DON'T GO TO HELL
WHEN I DIE I MIGHT GO TO HEAVEN ​

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possumscratch & 27 moons & trans masc & he/they & duskclan rogue ​

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Giggling draws Possumscratch's attention first - not the high pitch cackling he is prone to, no, but genuine laughter. Light nand airy and happy. For a moment he is startled - when was the last time he's heard such a thing? Surely, it must have been in his own youth... back before he'd had his first taste of blood, of death.

The tricolor tom watches with tilted head as Mumblekit fusses and wriggles about, poking and prodding at an insect of all things. Ear twitches - but in the end, he decides not to ruin her friend, instead just watching with rapt fascination. At least, until Smudgeclaw speaks. " Best hope you're right, " he complains, rather good humoredly for a cat that looks two seconds away from keeling over from hunger.

━ actions & " speech, " & 'thoughts/quotes' ━

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M I G H T ━ G O ━ T O ━ H E A V E N , ━ B U T ━ P R O B A B L Y ━ N O T !

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[PRIVETFROST]

As a kitten, Privetfrost remembered his fascination with the world of insects. Of course, the inquisitive young boy spent his time tearing the brittle wings from the hinges, or honing his hunting skills by snapping them from the air. It was never born out of respect nor reverence, instead from a kindling feeling of control exerted upon those below him. After all, what else was there to learn about bugs aside from how fragile their exoskeletons felt against his pawpads, or how quickly their life could be extinguished? Mumblekit's laughter drove him to investigate whatever was causing such a discordant disturbance, for pure joy ran rarer than a good hunt's worth, a flitting feeling that would inevitably fade as per its momentary nature. It was an annoying sound, and inconducive to what he wished the kittens would become. The sable-coated molly giggled as the insect buzzed back at her, though she possessed naught a killing nor hunting instinct. For some, it would have to be planted and nurtured, he supposed. The Duskclan deputy only watched from a foxlength or so away, snow-tipped tail only flicking at the ground around him, as he was unwilling to divulge in whatever folly that the others had gotten themselves wrapped up in. Possumscratch and Smudgeclaw were willing to indulge Mumblekit, but he thought himself above such wastes of precious time.

SIE WIRD HEUT NACHT NICHT UNTERGEH'N 🗡🗡🗡 UND DIE WELT ZÄHLT LAUT BIS ZEHN

• OUT OF CHARACTER. text
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  NOTE: Has several scars upon his chest and body. This is an outdated reference!​
  
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  PRIVETFROST & HE/HIM & 16 MOONS
  

  —— Deputy of Duskclan / Snakehiss x Berrysnap / Mentor of Larkspurpaw
  —— Wine-dark and white-tipped, almost like a magpie. He has black fur except for the tips of his ears, his muzzle and chin, a blaze on his chest, bottom portion of the legs, outer end of the tail, and along the upper ridges of eyes. He has ghost striping that can only be seen in certain sunlight and cold, fern-green eyes.
  —— A cool and calculating despot with little regard for those that do not fall within his plans. Hard to befriend and harder to maintain a steady friendship with, though he will humor one if they have something to offer him. Ambitious and ever-inquisitive of the curiosities of his own mind.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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