pafp I had a dream ☏ Cat-nap!

[Glitchkit]

*+:｡.｡ The sun was a creature in the sky that roared. Its incessant eye glared down at her from its too-close atmospheric abyss a suffocating blue ocean that threatened to fall upon her at any moment, drowning her until the creature behind that burning white eye finished the job and swallowed her whole! It's too hot! It's too smelly! It's all so noisy, and big, and crowded! Glitchkit is scared, but like a brave little girl she pads through Skyclan's camp nonetheless - granted, she's searching desperately for her mom to take her back home, but at least she's not cowering in the shadows anymore! (mostly because it did the opposite effect with cats staring at her trembling form more but...that's besides the point- she's still so brave!

Brave enough, even, to approach a large mound of fur sleeping away beneath the sun's toxic rays. Ity glances around nervously, before slowly creeping closer, peering at the snoozing cat with stiff-limbed wariness. Of the hustle and bustle all around Itty, it's nice to see someone just...being still for once. Sniffling away her tears, Glitchkit would mumble quietly, "U...um...? Hello?" before flinching back, waiting for the bear to stir. The poking did nothing, the cat still sleeps, and Itty remains alive. A timid bloom of confidence takes root, and the girl skitters closer, pressing a - brave brave, oh so very brave - paw on the other's pelt. Mismatched eyes immediately widen as her mind is cleared of fear and doubt with the simple phrase deafening the storm - soft.
She finds herself kneading the woman's coat, admiring the gentle push-back of the downy coat. Not as soft as mamma's, but close enough. Glancing around once more, the girl would muster up more strength - so brave AND so strong - and begin o scramble atop the dead-asleep feline. Once she's crested the mountain of fur, she kneads until she's forged a proper comfy spot for herself, and then promptly curls up with a yawn. Being scared for so many hours in a day certainly tires out a little body!

So even though the world around her is still so very much too much, at least here and now, for once, she exists in a bubble of silence.

*+:｡.｡ Updated 3/22/24

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  GENERAL:
  ☏ Glitchkit
  ☏ DFAB— She/Her
  ☏ 3 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ☏ Daughter to Statichaze, sister to Radiokit
  ☏ Skyclan — Kit
  
  
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☏Physically worm | mentally tadpole
  ☏ Attack in bold #3a3a3a
  injuries: None currently

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[robinsky]

Robin was prone to her occasional naps just about anywhere where the sunrays rested their warmth on, her old aching joints finally finding relief besides getting a stray cramp here in there. Due to her age, it brought old age which Glitchkit wasn't able to wake the old feline as eventually the smaller bundle of fur found herself in her coat. The kneading of the young courageous kit was similar to a massage which caused Robin's tail to loosely sprawl out as Robin was laying on her side, limbs faintly tucked into her body as ears flicked from the bustling of the crowds. She was used to noise and it was similar to white noise for her, after all she was 148 moons and would eventually be during 149 in due time.

Her old age had fumbled her memory, physical health with the constant aching joints and cramping of them as well. The white marking on her face was increasing as her age brought white and grey hairs along her coat, showing bright as day along her primarily dark colored coat that was splattered with ginger spots. The elder is purring softly with the added weight on Glitchkit on her back, snoring away quietly in bliss as the sun bathed her and the small she. Most of her time was spent sleeping nowadays it seemed as her age was quickly gathering up to her but when she wasn't, she was still wandering around just fine.
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"speech", thoughts, attacking

 

[butterflytuft]

Butterflytuft sits outside the nursery, wrangling up the clan's kits so they can get inside for a quick nap-time. She smiles as she ushers them into the den, murmuring, "Go on, go find your nests now." But there is one kit that's missing, one of the daylight variety. She glances around for Statichaze's kit, scanning the camp with curiosity before she spots the child's familiar pelt...on top of Robinsky?

Whiskers twitching with amusement, the queen gets to her paws and pads closer to the snoozing pair. Glitchkit looks to be fast asleep, and the pushover she is, Butterflytuft is not keen on waking her. Instead, she leans down to the elder's face to catch her eye to see if she's awake. "Do you need her moved?" She whispers softly, eyes glittering with laughter.​

 

[Orangestar]

Much like Butterflytuft, Orangestar stifles a purr at the sight of Glitchkit curled up atop a stirring Robinsky. Oh, that is a precious sight. She misses when her own kits were that small, with Orchidkit curled up in the crook of an elder's leg and Owlkit never far behind. There's something about kits and elders that always seem to attract the other to take a nap by. As she gets older, Orangestar understands it somewhat; when kits finally stopped moving, they napped just as hard as they played.

"I'm sure Robinsky will roll her off if she needs Glitchkit off her back," she murmurs to Butterflytuft as she stops within earshot, an unusual kindly tone to her meow as she regards the scene before her. The scarred elder doesn't seem too bothered by Glitchkit's appearance, thankfully (StarClan knew the whole camp would be made aware if she was). Maybe the weight of a purring, sleepy kit was good for sore shoulders.

ooc ✧ 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵, 𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦

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  ORANGESTAR ✧ she/her, leader of skyclan | nine lives
  " a scarred white-and-ginger she-cat with brown eyes."
  
  — single ; mentoring springpaw
  — speech is in #E3B2A9
  — tags | art by pin
  

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[Johnnyflame]

HE SAID, "WELL MY NAME'S JOHNNY, AND IT MIGHT BE A SIN
BUT I'LL TAKE YOUR BET, AND YOU'RE GONNA REGRET, CUZ IM THE BEST THERE'S EVER BEEN."​

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Adorable. Johnny could have been the biggest asshole on the planet and he still would have had a soft spot for kits, if not for how sweet they could be, then for the joy that came from teaching them new things and romping around with them. Sometimes he entertained the thought of having some for himself. He knew he didn't need a mate, that a one night stand would give him what he wanted just as easily, but he wasn't sure he wanted to do it alone.

That was fine though. Even if he wasn't ever a parent himself, he would always have a paw in helping out with the kits in the skyclan nursery, teaching them what he could and helping them find the balance between fun and serious.

"Aye. At least she's making friends." he joked, finding her sudden boldness a step up from shaking like a leaf. Not that he blamed her though. A kit, and a daylight one at that too. This was all new to her, likely overwhelming, but she would hopefully settle into it soon enough.

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[robinsky]

A face lingers close to her and subtly blocks the sunlight, her eyebrows furrowing at the random shade blocking her relief of sun. Do you need her moved? Need who moved? A large yawn separates her jaws as she blinks dull copper eyes at Butterflytuft for a moment as Orangestar and Johnnyflame found themselves over, the tiredness still weighing on the elder as a weight. "I thought you were my daughter for a second," She would murmur to the queen as she folds her paws underneath her, her eyes shutting and threatening to drift off the sleep unaware of the kit still on her.

Roll Glitchkit off? Her eyes open once more as the scarred female glances behind her and widen in surprise at the kit who had found themselves nestled in her coat. "Ahh... she's just like me. The sun is our weakness." Robinsky would respond with a purr, laying her head down before the others as her body gently heaved up and down and feeling sleepy from the light rumbling of Glitchkit's purring and the height of the sun relaxing her. "Surprised she's finds this old fossil as a nest, I must still be as soft as a kit."
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"speech", thoughts, attacking