private Let's go gambling! ✿ Dashkit

[Fidgetkit]

*+:｡.｡ Sitting by the window was Fidgetkit's usually uncontested spot. More often than not, the kitten would lay there, draped over a pillow his Da's twolegs had seemingly procured just for his frail little body, watching the occasional bird as it flew by. He liked watching the way the small creatures hopped along frosted ground, pecking seemingly at nothing, fidgety yet focused. They looked fragile, but still they managed to fly. He bet he'll fly one day, too, somehow. He smiles at the thought, adjusting himself on his little pillow for the first time in hours, trying not to put too much focus on the fatigue that weighs over his bones like an unwelcome blanket. Tomorrow, he's sure to feel stronger.

In the meantime though, his too-big ears snap up as he hears the tell-tell patter of pawsteps.

"Oh, good morning sissy!" he purrs, not bothering to lift his head past the herculean effort it takes to crane it to catch sight of his sibling, "Wanna watch some birds with me?"

*+:｡.｡ Updated 12/5/24

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  GENERAL:
  ✿ Fidgetkit
  ✿ DMAB— He/Him
  ✿ 3 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ✿ Daylight Skyclan kit
  ✿ Son of Jhonnyflame and Silversmoke
  ✿ Brother to Crashkit, Dashkit, Quailkit and Roosterkit
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ✿ Physically very easy | mentally easy
  ✿ Attack in bold #85ed58
  
  injuries: Suffering from ASD, currently fatigued

 

[DASHKIT.]

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Most times, she was just content laying in some corner. She felt like it was her duty to keep her siblings in line, so any rest she could get, she took. Why did she have to be the eldest? That meant she was responsible for the others while Johnnyflame wasn't there. Though the twolegs appeared to have helped.

She stretched out slightly, her plan was to go back to sleep. However, the call of her youngest brother slightly shakes her from her respite. A yawn escaped the blue-silver torbie's maw as she stands up. They manage to make it up to the windowsill, sitting down yet obviously not on the pillow. "It seems nice, actually. So, what kind of birds have you seen yet?" She asked him, tilting her head and glancing at him, waiting for an answer.
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