private LITTLE EMBER ] tigerkit

[RACCOONSTRIPE]

Raccoonstripe has become a frequent visitor to the nursery. Today, he returns from patrol with a squirrel clamped between his jaws, for Nightbird and their collection of bedraggled kits. He's stopped, though, as he sees a bundle of dark tabby fur lurking just outside the nursery. He drops the bit of fresh-kill and peers into mismatched eyes — she's so like her sister in some ways, but Tigerkit has none of Bayingkit's ferocity. There's something different about her regardless; Raccoonstripe just hasn't picked up on it yet. He settles his striped bulk and beckons his daughter forward with a white forepaw.

"What're you doing out here by yourself?" He tilts his head, narrowing his dark brown eyes. "I would've thought you were hungry." Then, a smile carves itself into his white muzzle, mischievous. "Maybe you'd like the first bite?"

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: @TIGERKIT
• 
• Raccoon . Raccoonstripe, he/him w/ masculine terms.
  — "speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 43 moons old, ages realistically on the 5th.
  — mentored by n/a ; mentoring Thistlepaw ; previously mentored Wildheart, Moonwhisper
  — thunderclan lead warrior. gray wolf x howlingstar, gen 2.
  — currently mated to Nightbird.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh black tabby with white and dark brown eyes. charismatic, charming, calculating, ambitious, shallow, manipulative.
  
  

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[TIGERKIT]

Tigerkit is waiting... Waiting for Raccoonstripe. The cat that she looked kinda like, but not as cool and stuff... And some cats say that's just because he's a warrior, and maybe when she's a warrior, she'll be cool and stuff too... but she's not super convinced. Bayingkit's not a warrior yet and she's already cool... Tigerkit can't even be special amongst her siblings, all because of Bayingkit... She should like... get a new color. Or maybe Tigerkit should get it? As a squirrel scurries into view, Tigerkit wonders what it'd be like to have the pelt of one. She'd definitely be special then. Not at all like her littermates.

It takes a second to realize the squirrel is attached to the cat that she's looking for. Tigerkit perks, standing on her toes as if he wouldn't see her otherwise. " R-Raccoonstripe! " She's practiced saying his name so she wouldn't mess up. Owlish eyes blink at him. " Waiting... " she answers. A little awkwardly, she stands still, not sure if he'd like her to be closer and stuff...

Her eyes go impossibly wider. Was the squirrel for her? The first bite So... it wasn't for her, but she would still be special, so long as she got the first bite. A pinprick tail flickers excitedly and a smile stretches wide. " Yes! " she cheers. Bayingkit would want the first bite. She'd want the first bite and she'd knock all of the rest of them over to get it, but she can't have it, cause Raccoonstripe wants Tigerkit to have the first bite. This is the best day ever!

It gives her the confidence to ask what she was waiting to ask, which is, um... " Am I your favorite? "​

 

[RACCOONSTRIPE]

He can't help but grin as Tigerkit dances around his paws, as her little tail fluffs out with excitement. He supposes it's easy for the little scrap to feel passed-over; she's the middle child, constantly vying for attention with outgoing kits like Stormkit and Bayingkit as well as her more demure silver tabby siblings. He feels his heart squeeze as she asks him if she's her favorite — oh, he understands what it's like to grow up wanting to be the sole kit, the sole child, the favorite, but Howlingstar had never played favorites. She'd treated her youngest sons equally, and Raccoonstripe strives to do the same.

Although...

"My favorite?" He parrots, and he reaches for her with his white forepaw to ruffle the fur about her eyebrows. Milky mismatched eyes peer back at him, so small, one a piercing amber-brown and the other her mother's silver. You are so perfect, he thinks. Fondness colors his expression. Does she have Bayingkit's fierceness, Twilightkit's easy beauty, Stormkit's boastfulness, Lightningkit's sweetness? No, but she has this squirrel, this first bite, and the full attention of her father, and for a moment, he's tempted to let her revel in that.

"I don't have favorites," he answers diplomatically. After a heartbeat, he grins, withdrawing his paw and tucking it under his chest. "But... can you keep a secret?" His expression dries like a puddle in greenleaf heat, serious now.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: —
• 
• Raccoon . Raccoonstripe, he/him w/ masculine terms.
  — "speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 43 moons old, ages realistically on the 5th.
  — mentored by n/a ; mentoring Thistlepaw ; previously mentored Wildheart, Moonwhisper
  — thunderclan lead warrior. gray wolf x howlingstar, gen 2.
  — currently mated to Nightbird.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh black tabby with white and dark brown eyes. charismatic, charming, calculating, ambitious, shallow, manipulative.
  
  

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[TIGERKIT]

Her purr is small and throaty – like she's never purred before, and maybe she hasn't... Dark ears flatten themselves to make space for her father's paw, the one that looks like hers. " Mhm! " hummed cheerily, and hope fills her eyes when she looks up at him. She doesn't expect the answer... He doesn't have a favorite. Not at all? She asks this with a silent tilt of her head and round eyes. Well... maybe that was better than him having a favorite and it not being her... Or it being Bayingkit. That would be the worst ever, she thinks. So... she guesses she can be okay with that answer. Maybe she'd just ask again later. Tigerkit blinks. " Okay, " she accepts, and she tries to match his smile.

A secret, though? Was it one just for her? Maybe that was who she was... if she can't be super cool like the others, she can be... the secret keeper. She'd learn everyone's secrets and be everyone's friend. You have to be someones friend for secrets. Curiosity makes her ears stand straight up atop her head. " Yes, " said equally seriously, so he knows she's so... serious. and trust-able, and things.​

 

[RACCOONSTRIPE]

Raccoonstripe feels the purr rumble through his daughter's chest, and he matches it with his own, rumbling and smooth. You're more perfect than you know. He admires her for a moment, the rippling tabby pelt, the mismatched eyes, the way her ears prick tall and proud as she affirms she can keep any secret thrown her way. The tabby warrior pulls her close, his expression clouded and serious now. "Okay, but... you have to promise you won't tell anyone." He pauses, then flashes a challenging smile. "Especially Bayingkit."

After a few heartbeats, he presses his snow-capped muzzle to her ear and whispers, "As long as you don't tell anyone, I'll always let you have the first bite." He draws away, then, eyes wide and stern. "But the moment one of the others find out, it's all over, and then you'll be eating last!"

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: —
• 
• Raccoon . Raccoonstripe, he/him w/ masculine terms.
  — "speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 43 moons old, ages realistically on the 5th.
  — mentored by n/a ; mentoring Thistlepaw ; previously mentored Wildheart, Moonwhisper
  — thunderclan lead warrior. gray wolf x howlingstar, gen 2.
  — currently mated to Nightbird.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh black tabby with white and dark brown eyes. charismatic, charming, calculating, ambitious, shallow, manipulative.
  
  

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