private I LIVE TO LET YOU SHINE ❀ claythorn

[DROPLETKIT]

Today was just another day as the nursery stirs, Droplet and their siblings especially so. Their siblings are excited to play as they rise from the nest, making their way elsewhere. Droplet rises to follow, curling their tail over their back as they tumble after their siblings only to stop in their tracks, slowly turning their head back to Claythorn. Her mama lays in the nest still and Droplet turns on their heels, tottering over on stubby legs as she draws to a confident stop in front of her. She takes a deep breath, puffing herself up before she exhales and suddenly deflates, deciding that looking all cool and mighty was too much work.

"Hi, mama." they teeter closer, flopping over their mothers outstretched paws and looking up to her with a smile. "I don't want to play outside today." she explains, even though it probably wasn't asked for. The sun has been much too hard on their eyes recently, and having to constantly wipe them from the mist that would gather was increasingly more annoying. They're content to hang out with their mother in the nursery today, even if it was brief.

Droplet thinks for a second, pink eyes glassy as she reels back and sneezes. Something had been irritating her nose recently! She itches it with a paw in slight frustration before they perk up, the sneeze forgotten almost instantly. "Can you tell me a story, mama? Pretty puh-lease?" their tone is begging, looking up at the chocolate torbie with all the adoration she could muster, making sure to use her manners.

𝖢𝖮𝖬𝖤 𝖮𝖭 𝖮𝖴𝖳, 𝖫𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖶𝖠𝖸 ݁˖ ❀ ⋆｡˚ 𝖫𝖤𝖳 𝖴𝖲 𝖲𝖤𝖤 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖧𝖮𝖬𝖤 𝖨𝖭 𝖮𝖴𝖱 𝖣𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖬𝖲

• @claythorn
• ❥ dropletkit
  ❥ afab demi-girl .☘︎ ݁˖ she/they .☘︎ ݁˖ 2 months
  ❥ riverclan kit .☘︎ ݁˖ adopted by claythorn & otterbite
  ❥ fluffy albino she-kit with dusty rose colored eyes .☘︎ ݁˖ very soft & fuzzy
  ❥ "speech, F3C4C5" .☘︎ ݁˖ thoughts
  ❥ single .☘︎ ݁˖ too young to consider love
  ❥ smells like flowers & milk .☘︎ ݁˖ distant nostalgia
  ❥ penned by chuff

 

[claythorn]

What Robinheart hadn't told her about was the exhaustion that was chased on the heels of the young. Her eyes blinked one or twice as she bid her kits to spend time in the sunlight, taking a few moments to lag behind as another queen took up watch. A yawn split from her jaw, considering a brief nap- when did that start to happen? She never used to do that- when a small voice brings her eyes back open and focused on, arguably, the smallest of her kits.

Dropletkit reminded her of Shellpaw, and what the other apprentice had meant to her. A soft way of opening up, barely felt water ripples laden with flower petals. Comfortable, easy. "My little raindrop." She chuffs gently as her kit flopped over her paws, pink eyes looking up at her. Her ears perked gently at the admittance, and a hum left her lungs. "Is there a reason why, my raindrop?" Claythorn asks softly, though she doesn't need an answer- her tone says otherwise.

Briefly she wonders if her other kits would be jealous, an amusing thought, that the bundle between her paws gets attention that they don't. Some of them stuck very close to her. The soft sneeze has her ears perking, and the maternal instinct surged- being a first time mother, and knowing what Shellpaw's life had been like... worry dwelled where amusement had just been, but the tone of the kit causes her to sigh and push it to the back of her mind. For now, anyways. "A story?" She thinks softly.

Claythorn shifts, curling her body around Dropletkit in their nest, head tilting down to nose at her ear. "I only have fearsome ones. Ones about plight and heartache.. though I suppose I could tell you about the time I dove for your father's mate-rock." The very thing that sealed the fate that made her able to adopt Dropletkit. The very thing that made it possible to overcome a step in their relationship.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ┌── THOSE FIVES WORDS IN MY HEAD ⋅❁⋅ YOU SAID ILL NEVER LET YOU GO! ──┐‎

• "speech"

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• CLAYTHORN she/her, queen of riverclan, sixteen moons.
  ⭃ LH chocolate torbie with mismatched golden eyes, scars across her right cheek and over her left ear. cold exterior and threatening glares, built for stamina/battle and not swimming (tall/muscled)
  ⭃ mentored by darkbranch (npc) / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ mated to otterbite / / mother to dark-kit, onyxkit, sparrowkit, eelkit, dropletkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[DROPLETKIT]

My little raindrop, Claythorn responds to them affectionately, and Dropletkit responds with a happy purr,k nuzzling her with just as much affection.

Ohhh, noooo, Claythorn asks something! Is there a reason why? Oh, man... They puff out their cheeks, knowing that lying was bad and that they shouldn't lie... But what happens if their mama starts to worry? Droplet doesn't want to worry Claythorn... But they also don't want to lie! Why are choices so hard...? Should she lie, and Claythorn finds out the truth later, would she be mad? I don't want mama to be mad at me! But they also don't want to worry her, ahhh! "Th'sun hurts my eyes, mama. But don't worry! I'll play outside later, okay?" her moral side has won as she earnestly speaks, trying to assure Claythorn that she was fine. After all, the sun should hurt everyones eyes! Right...?

Claythorn responds in thought to their request of a story. Dropletkit swears she feels another sneeze coming.

Mama explains the only stories she has are scary ones of plight and heartache (whatever that means), but if she was the one telling the stories, Dropletkit doesn't think she'd get scared! But she speaks of the time she dove for something called a mate-rock, and pink eyes glimmer with excitement. "I wanna hear about that! Can I see it? Will papa show me if I ask?" nevermind the fact that Otterbite is not around, much, but surely he's just helping the clan! I wanna be as cool as mama and papa one day.

𝖢𝖮𝖬𝖤 𝖮𝖭 𝖮𝖴𝖳, 𝖫𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖶𝖠𝖸 ݁˖ ❀ ⋆｡˚ 𝖫𝖤𝖳 𝖴𝖲 𝖲𝖤𝖤 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖧𝖮𝖬𝖤 𝖨𝖭 𝖮𝖴𝖱 𝖣𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖬𝖲

• ❥ dropletkit
  ❥ afab demi-girl .☘︎ ݁˖ she/they .☘︎ ݁˖ 2 months
  ❥ riverclan kit .☘︎ ݁˖ adopted by claythorn & otterbite
  ❥ fluffy albino she-kit with dusty rose colored eyes .☘︎ ݁˖ very soft & fuzzy
  ❥ "speech, F3C4C5" .☘︎ ݁˖ thoughts
  ❥ single .☘︎ ݁˖ too young to consider love
  ❥ smells like flowers & milk .☘︎ ݁˖ distant nostalgia
  ❥ penned by chuff

 

[claythorn]

Her kit takes their time responding to her- ears twitch as she wait for the answer, and what she is told is slightly unnerving. She inhales softly, doesn't let the worry display on her features, instead continuing with what she said originally. A nose lowers to her kit's ear briefly, nuzzling in before straightening up a bit. "I'm not sure if he would show it to you or not. Something you can ask him, yeah?" Claythorn rumbles warmly, tail moving to tuck over her legs and part of Dropletkit.

Truthfully, she had noticed how Otterbite didn't stick around with the kits. It wasn't totally unusual. Some toms took to the role of catching food and protecting them, rather then spending time with them- but the avoided glances to even her were uncommon. Her stomach twists briefly, but she speaks anyways, her ears perked. "But what I can tell you... you know the color of his eyes, yes?" She hummed. "One day, just before you all were an idea, I stood in the water of the river bordering camp." Claythorn begins to speak, softly, weaving the tale as warmly as she could manage.

"There was a couple of cats watching- now, my little raindrop, I'm not know for swimming." She admits softly. "I prefer the lands, to watch others enjoy the tides." Something she'd elaborate on in a moon or two, perhaps, when she begins to... well, when someone begins to teach them how to swim. "I was scanning the water- and I saw it. I leapt! My paws dove in, I sank under, and my jaws snatched the stone from the bed of rocks." She lifts a paw, displaying the arc of her jumping into the water, then smacking it against the moss to make it obvious just how she dove in.

"When I emerged, I was soaked from furtip to skin, clutching one of the prettiest rocks I've ever held or seen in my life. I think Shellpaw gasped when I emerged." A small chuckle left the lips of the she-cat.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ┌── THOSE FIVES WORDS IN MY HEAD ⋅❁⋅ YOU SAID ILL NEVER LET YOU GO! ──┐‎

• "speech"

• 

• CLAYTHORN she/her, queen of riverclan, sixteen moons.
  ⭃ LH chocolate torbie with mismatched golden eyes, scars across her right cheek and over her left ear. cold exterior and threatening glares, built for stamina/battle and not swimming (tall/muscled)
  ⭃ mentored by darkbranch (npc) / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ mated to otterbite / / mother to dark-kit, onyxkit, sparrowkit, eelkit, dropletkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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