IMITATION OF HIM - story

[Gigglepaw]

Gigglekit didn't like coming out of the nursery much after the owl attack that had left Chilledstar without one of their eyes. One couldn't really have it in them to blame her for her hesitance - she was a child, and though she had heard much of boogeymen that lurked in the shadows, there was no boogeyman more real than the owl had been when it had almost taken her away into the sky.

However, even the most scared needed to eat to survive, and Gigglekit was hungry. That was the only reason she'd pulled herself out of her family's nest, to scuttle across the camp to the fresh-kill pile in search of one of the unfortunate frogs that had been vanquished as of late. She was tugging one by the foot off the pile when a cloud passed overhead, casting a shadow down on the kitten; and, frightened, she squeaked and wedged herself under the pieces of prey - better than the predator take that than her. She squeezed her eyes shut, convinced it was another owl, and tears began to form at the corners of her eyes.

She scrunched herself up as small as she could manage, letting out small sobs as the shadow grew darker over her.

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• ! please wait for @FLINTPAW
  

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• GIGGLEKIT ✩ kit of shadowclan, three moons
  → blinks incessantly & uncontrollably.
  → peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
  → penned by Archivist → .archivist on discord.
  

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[FLINTWISH]

Flintpaw had been ill at the time his large brood of youngest cousins were born. Gigglekit, Branchkit and Morelkit; Marblekit and Sycamorekit; there were so many more of them now, and he hardly knows them at all. They're his kin, but are they like him? Will they be cursed like he is? Gigglekit had already had a close brush with death, cowering from the owl who had plucked Chilledstar's eye from their skull. Flintpaw would have wondered how she felt about it, were he not standing above her quaking form now, stone-faced as his namesake.

"You're fine," Flintpaw insists, lacking tact, picking her prey-cover from the pile she cowered beneath. He hadn't meant to sneak up on her — he had meant to find a meal and eat it after a hard day's work with Forestshade. With Scalejaw in Starlingheart's den, and himself only recovering a moon or so ago now, it's been hard work to rebuild his teachings. In Gigglekit's terrified shaking, he sees his own wide-eye, frozen stance, watching as Scalejaw leapt in front of the badger so that he might not face it himself.

It's a scary memory. Not any scarier than the rest of what life has thrown at him — but scary nonetheless. A bead of sympathy worms into his bloodstream, small and sticky. "Get up," he instructs, blunt as boulders despite it all. "I'll tell you a story."

𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 ✧ 𝐈 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

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  — flintkit . flintpaw
  — he / they / she ; apprentice of shadowclan
  — short-haired solid blue tom with low white and blue/green heterochromatic eyes
  — "speech" ; thoughts
  — chibi by sixbane, signature by dreamydoggo
  — penned by meghan

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[CHILLEDSTAR.]

there will always be some amount of guilt for a cat taking a hit that was meant for another. the guilt only becomes worse if the savior ends up dying. cats often try to convince themselves that they're not worth saving. why would anyone want to save them? what good did it do but traumtize them, and leave the hero injured, or dead? but it was never that simple. as a clan, they strive to move as one. to be in sync. it is their very nature to save those who need to be saved. it is only more so for a true leader. a true leader sacrifices for their clan, no matter what it may cost them personally. this time, it's only cost them an eye. it's cost them a few lives before. who cared? it was only in their nature to save those who needed to be saved. gigglekit was no exception to this rule. neither was singepaw when he needed to be saved from yet another owl, back when he was still singekit.

flintpaw can truly understand gigglekit. they believe maybe they could be closer. chilledstar, truly, wishes to be closer to flintpaw anyways. she's been through a lot. so much. and no one deserves any of that. in that regard, a horrible father, chilledstar understands him. with a flick of their torn ear, they stand up and move to settle nearby, stretching out and keeping their newly scarred face away from gigglekit's view– lest she wanted to feel upset about that too.

"a story sounds good. mind if I listen in?"

really no one denies them, being the leader and all, but they ask nonetheless. they don't want to intrude. they wanna just sit back and listen to a story. their mother used to tell many.

———————---***i try to live in black and white***———————---​

but i'm so blue✧ i'd like to mean it when i say i'm over you

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• — black feline with a white marking across their face, a white chin, a white right front paw, and blue eyes. chilledstar is covered in scars, the most prominent ones being the one across their face, and the one across their neck.
  — 46 moons old; ages the 3rd every month
  — they / them pronouns
  — aromantic / homosexual ; currently not looking
  — child of JAGGED and RAVEN
  — shadowclan ; loyal to shadowclan ; other info if applicable
  — mildly difficult to befriend ; trusts barely anyone; trusts no one outside of shadowclan
  — "speech", thoughts, attacking
  — peaceful powerplay allowed

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[Snowlark.]

[ ༻❄༺ ] The owl attack was still fresh in everyone's mind. The good thing though is, they won't be burying anyone this time. Sure, Chilledstar had lost an eye which sucks and could be super hard on their leader but, Gigglekit was safe-they all were safe. They all had worked together to fend off the owl, to let it know that they were not something to be easily mess with, and in the end of the day they as a whole was safe. Yet, that didn't mean it did not leave an impact on others. Yellow gaze trained on Flintpaw and the cowering form of Gigglekit while Chilledstar even seemed to join in, hiding the injury from the young kit so she couldn't see it, Flintpaw offering to tell a story which brought Snowpaw over as well with a calm look in his yellow gaze.

"I hope you don't mind me joining in too" he said calmly before shuffling to find a spot next to their leader, casting a glance at Chilledstar checking to seen how they too were holding up before focusing their attention back to Flintpaw. Hopefully he too wasn't intruding on what was meant to be a bonding moment between cousins, but hearing stories from their clanmates have always been an interesting thing to hear, especially when most came from experience that Snowpaw might never get to experience himself, and if he did-it would not be the same.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── You ve wasted your life , but thanks for applying ──┐‎

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  "speak""Thoughts"
  
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  Snowpaw ❄ He/Him, apprentice of Shadowclan, 9 moons.
  ⭃ Lithe long hair blue lynx sepia with high white, and yellow eyes. Stubby tail, permanent resting bitch face
  ⭃ Hailfreckle x Mudsplash
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Gigglepaw]

As her prey-shield was lifted, Gigglekit suppressed another whine until she heard the voice of a Clanmate, and only then did she open her eyes to find Flintpaw standing before her, stoic and solid. She's recently discovered that Flintpaw is related to her, a cousin, a child of Starlingheart, and she instantly softens in the presence of family, however distant they might be on a social level. She listens to Flintpaw's words and shuffles into a sitting position, her eyes glancing up every so often at the sky.

"What kinda story?" She asked, blinking eyes flitting to Flintpaw's face. Her attention fully on her cousin, Gigglekit barely registers that Chilledstar and Snowpaw have joined in to hear the story, and she gives them a cursory glance, mind too wrapped up in the idea of a story to be heard to think about the wound that Chilledstar had sustained in the fight against the owl.

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• GIGGLEKIT ✩ kit of shadowclan, three moons
  → blinks incessantly & uncontrollably.
  → peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
  → penned by Archivist → .archivist on discord.
  

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[MARBLEPAW]

Poor Gigglekit is different, after the owl attack that had cost Chilledstar one of their piercing blue eyes. Marblekit's denmate had been outgoing, blissfully happy to toddle about camp and partake in explorations of every corner. Now she watches with pity in her heart as a shadow falls over her and the little she-kit begins to tremble, her eyes wet with unshed tears. The shadow isn't an owl—it's only their cousin, Flintpaw, who tells her she's fine in a brusque voice and offers to tell a story.

Marblekit edges closer, padding close to Gigglekit and giving her a nudge to one shoulder. "Flintpaw tells great stories, I bet," she mews cheerfully. Snowpaw and Chilledstar had gathered, too, their ears flicked forward to listen to whatever great tale Flintpaw spins. "Can I sit by you when he tells it?"

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

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• Marblekit, she/they w/ feminine and non-gendered terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 5 moons old, ages realistically on the 1st.
  — mentored by n/a ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a
  — shadowclan kit, formerly a rogue. siltcloud x lilacfur, gen 3.
  — currently mated to n/a.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  sh fawn tabby with dull green eyes. courageous, curious, introspective, observant, judgmental, snarky.
  
  

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