- Apr 3, 2024
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⊱⊰ The little lilac tom’s eyes blink open slowly, and immediately close once again. It’s too bright, and it burns his eyes. He should just go back to sleep, he thinks. But then something jostles him, pressing into his side—probably one of his siblings, or a jolt from Roeflame who just wants them to vacate the nest already—and he knows that going back to sleep isn’t an option. It would be so nice, though… the camp is quiet, only the chirping of birds and the murmured words of warriors gathering for morning patrols breaking the warm silence. It’s the perfect opportunity to sleep in. But alas, it isn’t an option. Hopekit pulls himself into a sitting position, a tired yawn dragging itself from his maw.
The early rays of the sun are nearly blinding as they shine through the nursery’s entrance in dappled bursts of light, casting the den in a golden glow. It’s radiant, gilded… Hopekit mentally pats himself on the back for thinking of such grown-up words. And then he spots movement in the corner of his eye, and has to tip his head to see it more clearly.
"Rise and shine, Coltkit. We’ve got stuff to do," he greets the other as he watches blue eyes crack open. Hopekit has a long day ahead of him, preparing for a long, grueling day of being expected to prepare for his upcoming apprenticeship. Coltkit doesn’t have to do that, but it’s still not fair if he gets to sleep in while Hopekit doesn’t. So he strides over to the younger kit, jerking his head toward the den’s entrance. As he does so, the wisps of fluffy fur that lie atop his head shift, and he’s reminded that he probably looks like a puffed-up ball of fur right now. A night spent rolling around in a shared nest tends to do that. "Does my fur look okay?" He questions the other kit, brushing a paw over his own head in an attempt to get the fluffiest bits to lie flat.
The early rays of the sun are nearly blinding as they shine through the nursery’s entrance in dappled bursts of light, casting the den in a golden glow. It’s radiant, gilded… Hopekit mentally pats himself on the back for thinking of such grown-up words. And then he spots movement in the corner of his eye, and has to tip his head to see it more clearly.
"Rise and shine, Coltkit. We’ve got stuff to do," he greets the other as he watches blue eyes crack open. Hopekit has a long day ahead of him, preparing for a long, grueling day of being expected to prepare for his upcoming apprenticeship. Coltkit doesn’t have to do that, but it’s still not fair if he gets to sleep in while Hopekit doesn’t. So he strides over to the younger kit, jerking his head toward the den’s entrance. As he does so, the wisps of fluffy fur that lie atop his head shift, and he’s reminded that he probably looks like a puffed-up ball of fur right now. A night spent rolling around in a shared nest tends to do that. "Does my fur look okay?" He questions the other kit, brushing a paw over his own head in an attempt to get the fluffiest bits to lie flat.
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ooc: @COLTKIT backwritten to before the meeting & also before the attempted murder of coltkit
hope is still a kit here
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HOPEPAW ❯❯ he/him, thunderclan apprentice
⊱ skinny, thick-furred lilac tom with deep copper eyes. soft-spoken and sleepy, but can be a bit of a grouch.
⊱ son ofbatwingandleopardtongue; brother to braveheart, hazepaw, cardinalpaw, coalpaw ; adoptive brother to beetlepaw, dovepaw, littlepaw
⊱ mentored by lovelight
⊱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ; does not typically like physical contact from anyone besides his family
⊱ penned by foxlore