- Dec 11, 2024
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the feather had floated down fortuitously, landing almost right in front of lostkit in the early hours of morning. the hollow had taken that tinge of pink-gray that indicated the sun was trying desperately to peek in through the shadows, and the tranquil, low-contrast scene illuminated the cream kit as she pondered on what to do with her day. blue-green eyes were focused elsewhere as she lapped up water from a soaked moss that some poor apprentice who had the misfortune to be called to his duties even earlier than she had woken had left at the nursery. a couple of warriors had risen already, but otherwise, the camp was empty and calm.
a sudden whoosh in front of her thus startled the kit, springing up into a half-seated position, but her eyes quickly recognized the shape -- a feather, drifting down right in front of her. the thing was huge, almost her size, and run through with large, bold stripes not unlike a tabby pelt. an owl feather, she realized, more from scent than visual recognition. but the smell was faint, even as she cast a nervous glance upwards just in case -- a feather that had gotten stuck, then, and a gust of fortune had blown it down as a gift for her. but what was she to do with a feather like this? she could add it to her nest, of course, she had noticed that the apprentices in particular were fond of taking... trophies of sorts, but that didn't really feel right, and she had no interest in such things.
but the feather's coloring reminded her of someone else, someone she had been meaning to pay a visit to anyways -- maybe it would be perfect for that.
carefully, she grabbed the moss between her small jaw, lifting it above the feather before clamping down. a gush of cool water rushed into her mouth, and an equal gush came out the other side, soaking the feather. from there, she carefully groomed the feather as if it were another cat, returning it to (near) pristine condition. there, now it didn't reek of owl -- just the clean scent of something run through water, and her own scent.
now all that was left to do was to wait. once she saw the familiar multicolored patches of burdocktail's pelt, the kit would bound towards the warrior, feather clutched gently in her jaw to be placed carefully in front of him.
"burdocktail! i, um, i have a gift for you," she said, gesturing to the feather. "i just wanted to say thank you for finding me at the border -- i haven't had the chance to talk to you yet," she continued shyly.
a sudden whoosh in front of her thus startled the kit, springing up into a half-seated position, but her eyes quickly recognized the shape -- a feather, drifting down right in front of her. the thing was huge, almost her size, and run through with large, bold stripes not unlike a tabby pelt. an owl feather, she realized, more from scent than visual recognition. but the smell was faint, even as she cast a nervous glance upwards just in case -- a feather that had gotten stuck, then, and a gust of fortune had blown it down as a gift for her. but what was she to do with a feather like this? she could add it to her nest, of course, she had noticed that the apprentices in particular were fond of taking... trophies of sorts, but that didn't really feel right, and she had no interest in such things.
but the feather's coloring reminded her of someone else, someone she had been meaning to pay a visit to anyways -- maybe it would be perfect for that.
carefully, she grabbed the moss between her small jaw, lifting it above the feather before clamping down. a gush of cool water rushed into her mouth, and an equal gush came out the other side, soaking the feather. from there, she carefully groomed the feather as if it were another cat, returning it to (near) pristine condition. there, now it didn't reek of owl -- just the clean scent of something run through water, and her own scent.
now all that was left to do was to wait. once she saw the familiar multicolored patches of burdocktail's pelt, the kit would bound towards the warrior, feather clutched gently in her jaw to be placed carefully in front of him.
"burdocktail! i, um, i have a gift for you," she said, gesturing to the feather. "i just wanted to say thank you for finding me at the border -- i haven't had the chance to talk to you yet," she continued shyly.
