pafp just as i'd rehearsed over in my brain || feather

[KITESTORM]

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The blood red feather that Kite claimed as their own from the strange bird has been kept beneath their nest for safe keeping. It is far too long to wear comfortably and the color reminds Kite too much of disconcerting memories. They've pulled it out each night from beneath the moss and stares at it fondly though, despite the downsides of it. They pass it between each paw, ruffles it and listens to the sound with a measure of satisfaction. But Kite cannot keep this feather, not any longer when they remember the envious stare of Owlheart, the pleasant smile she offered the tabby with the hope of looking at it. Kite can do one for her better, Owlheart can have it.

They approach Owlheart with the feather grasped delicately in their maw, eyes thoughtfully narrow as they pause in front of Owlheart. Kite sets the feather down at Owlheart's paws, passing an inky paw along the feather to neaten it. The tabby mews, "For you... Owlheart, I believe you would cherish it more than... than I could." They shrug a muscular shoulder and then nods stiffly. "I'd just like to see it... once in a while." There is no hint of gladness to be gone with the feather on their dark expressions but Kite, truthfully, is happy for the polite she-cat to be its owner.

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• wait for @Owlheart ! takes place sometime after this thread!
• — black tabby with a small stature and compact muscles ; TAGS
  — 39, ages every 21st
  — they/them
  — speech
  — peaceful powerplay allowed

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[Owlheart]

It was always difficult for Owlheart to make her mind up when deciding what to do with her free time. There was the options to see what her friends or mates were doing, to find out what patrol was going out that she could join or if there was any chores she could volunteer for. Far too many options as far as she was concerned and her routine was standard in this regard, always worrying about things that really didn't need this much time dedicated to it in the thought process side of things. In the end she sat still, batting at a stray piece of grass absentmindedly. Perhaps batting was a stronger word than what she was actually doing? What she deemed was batting was in actually a white splashed paw grazing back and forth over the grass underneath.

Kite's footfall dragged her attention from her absentminded activity. She blinks as she tries to take them into focus, feather in maw. “For me?” her mrrow is one of confusion, head twisting as she tilted it to look at the feather properly. “Are you sure?” The muscular tabby doesn't seem like the type to pull her leg about something like this. They seem sure, explaining that she could cherish it more. That seemed far-fetched, Kite was pretty excited about that feather when they saw it back with the patrol. Hesitance shadowed the sunset coated cat, blinking once or twice at them before looking back at the feather.

“Thank you Kite, this is very kind of you” she settles on meowing, smiling in sincerity. A cloud white paw extends to take the feather closer, nodding in earnest. “I'll take care of it, you're welcome to see it whenever you'd like” She decides then and there that she would like to pay them back for this. Standing up she motions for them to follow her to the warriors den, with a tail flick to follow she marches with purpose. Leading the inky tabby to her shared nest she then gestures to the miscellaneous feathers tucked into one particular spot.

“Please take one, I have too many at this point” there's a pause before she quickly adds on “maybe not the robin feather or the bluebird feather… any of the others is fine!” She tacks on the terms of her offering, feeling her face flush under the bundle of thick fur in embarrassment. She must sound so selfish right now, to throw on conditions for something meant as a gift. She truly did have a lot to offer but she had some kind of preferences.


// Feel free to assign any feather to pick that would be normal to find within skyclan <33 (also happy for others to snag a free feather)
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[birchkit]

Birchkit doesn't bother the warriors much these days. Her curiosity is better suited from a distance, away from trampling paws and words he doesn't understand - like patrols, and borders, and ThunderClans and RiverClans..

But his curiosity is piqued today. Coincidentally, she sees two warriors meet with a vibrant feather in between, an object of which her attention is trained upon. " Pretty, " the girl breathes with round, golden eyes. If Kite was giving the feather away so generously, maybe she could get one too.. she would love an object to show off to her denmates - or, maybe, adorn her fur with!

There's some words between the two that Birchkit does not quite catch. It's not entirely needed for her to take to her paws and trudge after them. Dramatically, the kitten ducks and leaps around traveling legs and whatever shrubbery can camouflaged her within camp, "sneakily" trailing after the two warriors like some sort of exaggerated spy. Then, at last, he infiltrates the den - all for his cover to be given up in favor of seeing just what is going on.

He's not allowed in the warrior's den, he thinks - this is where the adults sleep and hang out. But, if he's quiet and polite, would they really mind? Seemingly forgetting his attempts to be stealthy, Birchkit trots right up alongside Kite and Owlheart as the latter offers up any one of their feathers. In a show of drama, he crawls right up to the nest and rests his cheek sorrowfully on its soft lining, letting out a long, wistful sigh. " Oh, I wish I had a cool, pretty feather.. " the girl mews out vehemently, flicking her large, pleading eyes up to Owlheart. " I think . . it would be super cool if I had a pretty feather. . "

BIRCHKIT ( she/he )​

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[DOEBLAZE]

The deep crimson feather between Kite's teeth is the lone remnant of that strange bird-thing from her border patrol no more than a couple sunrises ago. Much like the creature itself, it unsettles her when she first catches a glimpse of it pinned between their fangs. The rich red hue startles her, and she has to blink her eye in a quick flutter and let her shoulder-fur settle upon first spotting them. For a moment, the brilliant feather had looked like bright, fresh blood speckling Kite's mouth and chin ... as if they'd been mortally wounded. She lets her shoulders sink an inch in relief and lopes over to join the feather-party.

" It's much quieter than the beast that bore it, that's for certain, " she remarks upon her belated arrival in the warriors' den with a low mrrp of amusement. In retrospect, the cacophony the creature had generated seems entertaining, no matter how aggravating it had been in the moment. It's nice to see the irritant indirectly effecting some kindness; her daughter-in-law's polite face is bright with earnest excitement as she offers Kite a pick from the wingful of various feathers tucked into the nest she shares with her son and Oddgleam.

" Snrk, " a low sound of amusement emits from her muzzle once more as little Birchkit toddles up to join the conversation. She does not have the heart to shoo the boy out, and she's never really been a rule-stickler (Figfeather comes to mind) anyways. The kit sprawls across the nest with the kind of dramatics only kits (okay, and maybe Hollypaw) can effect, mourning her absence of a feather. " I think Birchkit is in need of a feather, " Doeblaze notes, voice thick with amusement and affection; Lovage's brood already look so much healthier. She twitches her ears thoughtfully. " I'm more partial to flowers, myself, but to each their own. "

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[KITESTORM]

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They never would presume that their gift would be accepted with such sweetness, or that Kite would receive a gift of their own. Kite only meant to deposit the feather at Owlheart's paws and depart swiftly, but soon enough they are trotting after Owlheart and into the warrior's den. Here, Kite hovers over a rather sizable nest- their frown deepened at such a lavish sight, before they recall the she-cat shares it with her two mates.

"Oh... you don't have to..." Their thin voice trails away as Owlheart interrupts them to elaborate that the exchange of gifts comes with some minor conditions. The interruption, and the conditions, do not bother the tabby though, it is alright too kind of the she-cat to offer something in exchange for the crimson feather. "Indeed," Kite chuckles as Doeblaze arrives beside the nest and recalls the prior owner of such a pretty feather, just as their broad paw inches towards the feather they believe they'd like to claim. A white feather with stripes of black; a kite feather that must've been dropped as one wheeled over the territory.

"This one?" Kite asks Owlheart, tapping their paw on feather they intend to claim. Their head lowers to glance at Birchkit, dramatically sprawled besides the collection. Kite's intense facial features soften at such a sight as they lift their paw and taps at a black feather besides the kite feather. "Mm... would you-" Dull eyes flash between Owlheart and Doeblaze, "-agree this could compliment Birchkit nicely?" For one thing, the black tabby knows the kite feather could look nice set behind their own ear...

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• — black tabby with a small stature and compact muscles ; TAGS
  — 39, ages every 21st
  — they/them
  — speech
  — peaceful powerplay allowed

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[Owlheart]

It was pretty easy to notice an excited kit following the pair but Owlheart wasn't going to ruin anyone's fun by pointing it out. Of course, she didn't understand why the kit was following them until Birchkit trots into the warriors den. She's not really the type to scold kits- or anyone really, she's a flimsy cat, easy to bend to others wills. At least she isn't the only one to notice young Birchkit, Doeblaze must have also noticed him. Like her she doesn't seem inclined to shoo him off and thus the excited kit marches right up to the small group gathered the nest she and her mates sleep in.

Her mates mother? She doesn't actually know if she is supposed to perscribe a particular title to Doeblaze now that she is mates with Crowsight, is quick to announce the fact that she has also noticed her through a muffled laugh of amusement. She blinks in bewilderment at the theatrics Birchkit displays by pressing her cheek against the soft lining of her nest. She wonders for a moment if her own kits will behave in such a manner, even if not she has to admit that the sight is endearing and stirs something paternal within her. "I don't know, Birchkit might not want a pretty feather" she barely held back laughter herself. Brushing a white paw against her muzzle in an attempt to appear nonchallant while she was desperately trying to not laugh.

She still seeks for a feather amongst her collection as she speaks, trying to decide what would compliment her pelt best. Not wanting something with too much of a pattern since it clash, but she supposed that a kit wouldn't care much about this. Rather just excited to have a gift to call her own, she can see the appeal, gifts are exciting at the best of time but doubly so when a kit. Kite picks a feather first, one that was orignally intended for themself unless they also were aware that the kit was here the whole time.

"I think it would but you should keep that one" she insists with a flick of her tail. Instead she plucks a bluebird feather from her nest, showing it to Birchkit. "I think the blue would look really nice on you" she offers to the kit with a kind smile, setting it down at her paws for him to decide if he would like that feather or not. All she knew is that she didn't want Kite to sacrifice another feather that they liked for the sake of someone else. "You can say if you don't like it, you can pick something else if you'd like" she gestures to the nest and looks beyond the kit over to Doeblaze "You too, I'd like to give you a gift too, Doeblaze."
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