pafp JUST TO BE A KID AGAIN ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ NAPPING KIT

[Swansong]

⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ Warmth becomes a rare and coveted thing as the season of death creeps ever closer. The wilting of leaves heralds the chill that takes root within the marrow of all living things. Swansong cherishes the last gasps of warmth while she can, curled up in the hazy glow of a sunbeam. It glints off her pale pelt, illuminates her in white and gold. Her slumber is a sweet one.

And curled up in the swirls of downy fur is a far dingier form, slate grey sunlit to a dusty taupe. Promisekit grasps onto the warmth of sunlight and company with a fervency saved for those only just learning of its loss. When the warrior's eyes begin to slowly blink open, they fix upon their napping partner quickly. "Oh..." she breathes, a faint smile creeping across the softly sunlit planes of her face. Eyes of sky blue drift around to see if anyone has come close enough to notice her companion. "Shh... I do not want to wake him," she whispers to any close enough to listen, slowly wrapping a tufted paw around the kit's sleeping form.

‎‎┌── BUT NO ONE❜S REALLY THERE ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ DOES THAT MEAN IT❜S DONE IN VAIN? ──┐‎

• @promisekit
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  "SPEECH"

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  SWANSONG ☾ she / they, warrior of shadowclan, eighteen moons.
  ★ a pale, silky-furred cream tabby with droopy blue eyes.
  ★ dreamy and detached, known for her perpetual sleepiness.
  ★ halfshade x smogstar, littermate to applejaw, garlicheart, & ashenfall.
  ★ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ★ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[promisekit]

Promisekit adores his father's siblings - for more often than not, they adore him, too. His family reaches its smokey tendrils into nearly every crevice of ShadowClan, each with their own tales of woe or change. Destiny would have it, too, that his paws would work something new into the fold of their lives... perhaps fortunately, the child is too young to consider what he must do before he dies. As far as he is concerned, it will be done, and he will go.

He had found Swansong deep in her mid day slumber, and without a second thought, he decided that it was about time for his nap, too. To his credit, Promisekit picked his way carefully, collecting himself within her forepaws and pressing close to the snow white of her chest. It didn't take long for his eyes to press close, and not long after for sleep to take him away.

She stirs, only slightly, and sleepily does the little tom lift his weight slightly in return - only to drop it back into her frame. He reaffirms his comfort with a wiggle of his kitten-slim shoulders, losing his nose in her pale fur. He hears the ghostly, "I don't want to wake him..." and breathes out a short lived smile, one broad paw kneading the space before him in agreement. You shouldn't.
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[SMOKYKIT]

Leaves crunch softly beneath not-so-gentle kitten paws, the brittle crackling ignored almost entirely as Smokykit sweeps one leaf from one end of her makeshift gathering to the other. The grand culmination of her game - the final confrontation between BrownClan and OrangeClan, as she so lovingly has dubbed her collection of fallen leaves, and the excitement is enough to chase away any chilly bite that might have pierced her curly armor. So engrossed has she been in her make-believe battle, the girl hadn't noticed her errant brother's disappearance quite some time ago until now as she glances up, seeking a mismatched gaze to join in the leaf litter carnage.

"Hey, Promisekit - Promisekit?" She speaks before her eyes register her long-missing companion, and instinctively her paws fall away from the leaves, crumbling one as she turns to stand. He'd just been there a moment ago, she's pretty sure - or, at least, he was definitely there when she'd started the game, which wasn't that long ago, even though the crumpled remains of dried leaves might beg to differ. Interest immediately dropped, Smokykit spares no further glance to her abandoned game, trotting away from the mess in search of her missing brother. Now, where could he have disappeared to? "Where'd ya go? Prooooomisekiiiiit... she drawls out, head swiveling about as she begins a lap around camp.

Trailing paws quickly lead her towards Swansong, almost as if she were being pulled in by the shine of her silky, cream pelt lit by one of the few meager scraps of sunlight. "PRO-" her call is quickly cut short as Swansong shifts, lilting out a soft warning, and instinctively her voice tapers out to a much softer "-misekit?" There, nestled gently amongst a backdrop of cream, is her errant brother.

Wide-eyed, she glances between the pair for a moment, allowing the gears to shift about in her head. They both look so comfy there, soaking in warmth, and she's almost a little jealous that Promisekit had wormed his way into Swansong's side before she had. Smokykit hadn't even realized that was an option until it had been stolen away - though, that wasn't right, was it? Swansong practically dwarfed the pair of them in stature, their long, draping, probably warm-and-cozy fur practically an entire nest in and of itself; surely she could fit in there too? "Can I join too?" Smokykit asks softly, even as she's already clambering over, limbs folding in an effort not to jostle Promisekit too badly as she attempts to worm her way in.​

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ THE RADIO PLAYS A FAMILIAR SONG 𖤓 AND YOU ARE LOVED, YOU ARE LOVED ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

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• SMOKYKIT —. She/her, kit of ShadowClan
  — .Flintwish x Ashenfall, littermate to Promisekit, Tinykit, & Mercykit
  — . 2 moons old, ages on the 1st
  — .An ill-proportioned, smoky molly with bright amber eyes and an exceedingly curly, tangled pelt.
  — .Enthusiastic and vibrant, easily distracted, prideful & caring - friendly within reason
  — .Peaceful & healing powerplay permitted - brushing up against her, shoulder bumps, etc.
  — .Penned by Hijinks - feel free to DM me on Discord to plot! ^^
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[Snowlark.]

[ ༻❄༺ ] With the new brood of Ashenfall and Flintwish, Snowlark's attention drifted to the concerning shadow that loomed called Leaf-bare, they were more mouths to feed and not only that the chilling air could bring much worse, sickness and a part of Snowlark's mind went to the thought of needed to protect their youngest members. Yet upon his return from a hunting trip with a decent-sized lizard within his jaw, his yellow gaze shifts onto the forms of Swansong, and a soft amused hum came from the warrior before dropping the fresh kill into the pile.

Silently he made his way over to the group, Promisekit happily napping within the paws of his aunt while Smokykit wanted to join making the tom lightly chuckle before softly speaking to the older warrior, "Looks like you're popular" he made sure to keep his voice soft in an attempt no to awaken the sleeping form of the napping kit, and he couldn't blame the kits all wanting to clamber or be close to Swansong, after all the molly was a calming presence to be around, even when he himself had been a kit and her,... just a paw.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── Where I am going is right where I am ──┐‎

• "speak""Thoughts"
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  Snowlark ❄ He/Him, warrior of Shadowclan, 14 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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[Duckshimmer]

*+:｡.｡ Duckshimmer found herself often fascinated with the special spot in her heart that Swansong had somehow wormed her way into. While she would never call the wisp of a creature anything more than a friend, perhaps simply an acquaintance, she did find herself watching the molly closely from a distance, heart hammering whenever the more fragile bird took a little too long to get up. How might the cold be affecting the woman's bones? Was her fur thick enough to stave off illness? She thinks of Amberhaze's disgusting little theory and bites her lip with a burning irritation. No foul curse was coming anywhere near any of Duckshimmer's little ducklings-
ah -
Clanmates.

She shrugs off her anxiety as best she can, focusing her attention instead on the unencumbered youths as they gathered themselves into snowy willow fur. Kittens were parasites in many ways, as uncouth as that thought was, she didn't doubt the risk of them siphoning some of Swansong's much-needed warmth. Before she can catch herself, Duckshimmer is making her way over. She plops down on Swansong's other side and presses against the molly. "I suppose a little beauty rest and shared warmth is in order" she meows with a delicate yawn. "Be careful crawling on your aunt, alright?" she mews breezily to the little gremlins. If only Smogstar and Halfshade were here to see their family grow. She sighs, focusing on grooming her foreleg instead of messing with such heavy thoughts.

*+:｡.｡ Updated 6/5/24

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  GENERAL:
  ⚜ Duckshimmer
  ⚜ DFAB— She/Her — Bisexual
  ⚜ 33 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ⚜ Mother to Singepaw, Swallowpaw and Sneezepaw
  ⚜ Shadowclan — Warrior
  
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ⚜Physically medium | mentally hard
  ⚜ Attack in bold #ffa98f
  injuries: None currently