LITTLE MINDS // inquiries

[FIGFEATHER]

Dad the foreign title echoed in her mind as she daydreamed and fantasize as to who that person might be. Was he tall and muscular? Lean and short? Was he long-haired or short-haired? Did his fur look like ma's, did is fur look like Figpaw's? Daisyflight was blatantly not keen of whoever "dad" was, no good was he in her words. Yet Figpaw couldn't help but be naively curious that maybe... Daisyflight just had it all wrong. That her da was good, that he'd want to be apart of Figpaw's life if he knew she existed.

Dreams and thoughts of "Dad" were almost all she could think of, Tallulahwing had to actually yip at her today for being so distracted! Well... that was actually a more common occurrence than one might think. Still, Figpaw has never been this infatuated by a single being before.

She is chewing away at a small morsel next to her ma as the sun sets behind the trees. After several days of wondering, Figpaw has made a decision. She was going to find out all her answers, not thanks to her mother's words but with her own brilliant eyes. "Ma... uhm," she swallows down a mouthful of food, "What did um... my "dad" look like? Did I get my stripes from him?"

// @Daisyflight ​

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Spoiler: TAGS ★ 11/30

( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions )​

╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· FIGPAW, AMAB — she / her
╰ ‣ 7 moons .
╰ ‣ skyclan apprentice . believes in starclan, doesn't fully understand

╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, smells like pine nettles & sap, status — 100%
╰ ‣ A red tabby she-cat with orange eyes.

╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ENFP-A ❝ CAMPAIGNER❞ , Gryfindor, Lawful Good
╰ ‣ Excitable, generous, caring, quick-to-act, daft, naive
╰ ‣ finds relative ease relating to others . kind-hearted, will show mercy

╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· NPC X DAISYFLIGHT, sister to Greenpaw, Violetpaw, Snowpaw & Butterflypaw
╰ ‣ IDK HER SEXUALITY I LIED . mistakes admiration for romantic feelings
╰ ‣ Apprentice to Tallulahwing
╰ ‣ poor fighter . okay hunter .
╰ ‣ unlikely to start fights . will flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.

 

[Daisyflight]

"SUREFIRE, YEAH, THE SETTING SUN WANTS COMPANY"​

Fur parted with a practised claw, Daisyflight continued to groom. It was sunsets like these, sat beside her daughter beneath the pines, that strengthened her place in the clan. The streets were always the same. A different pile of filth changed little if the hewn stone remained unyielding. In the forest, the wind brought the news of the seasons freely, struck down trees and carved their hunting trails asunder with every storm.

Mid-preen, charcoal paw fixing the tuft above her brow, the warrior caught sight of Figpaw’s absent expression. She waited patiently for the tabby molly to turn to her with her question, a to-and-fro they enacted regularly. However, the warm smile that Daisyflight readied soon fell into exasperated distaste at her daughter’s line of inquiry.

"Hm. You look nothing like your father, his pelt is an uninterrupted black. See, your stripes come from me- though you brighten them in your own way." Her words were short, a breeziness capturing each syllable. She nudged her own flank, pointing to the faint tabby lines found in her honey patches. They were wider and softer than Figpaw’s but there all the same.

A keen look combed over the younger cat, not suspicious but evaluative. She hadn’t really sought out similarities after they had been born, the relief that none shared Raven Ramble’s all-night pelt prize enough. Violetpaw had come close, however she seldom evoked his imagery. Little pieces of her family, their sleekness, bright eyes…

"Your eyes, I suppose. The same shade of amber. Though yours are, ah, kinder." The information was shared with hesitance. She never wanted to lie to them and perhaps, they deserved to know. Her own parents had been absent but at least she'd known their looks, their names. Not for the first time Daisyflight wished to wash away his involvement in their creation. ​

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[FIGFEATHER]

Stripes were not from dad, but for mom, it's what Figpaw had always assumed until the questioned flooded her head. Her father was not bright and colorful as she was, instead he was pitch black, the only trait they shared were the color of their eyes. Figpaw feels a minor feeling of disappointment, wouldn't it have been nice to look like her father in some way?

Oh well.
"Kinder? Were his not?" She wonders out loud, "And the spire... were there lots of twolegs when you hung out there? Even at night?" Odd, specific questions for a little girl... but again this was Figpaw. If anyone could blab someone's ear off with questions, it was the red tabby.​

 

[Daisyflight]

"SUREFIRE, YEAH, THE SETTING SUN WANTS COMPANY"​

"His were often creased with self-satisfaction" She ground out dryly, before her mind could claw back the words. Was it acceptable- to speak so ill of him? Perhaps she didn't care. Anything to teach them what she had to learnt firsthand.

At her mention of the spire, memories were teased out within moments. Her old home was below the bulky tower, attached to a worn stone nest. It housed great panes of glass dressed in bright colours. Absently, Daisyflight began to recall these details aloud. "It clanged like an iron beast often. Twolegs would arrive in a pack every once in a while. Never at night." Night was the time she had liked best. It grew quiet as the monsters fled to their twoleg's nests. Their little group would hunt in the grassy knolls that flanked the area before curling up in the brown boxes left along the thunderpaths.​

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[FIGFEATHER]

Self-satisfaction? That seemed a bit... egotistic didn't it? No, her father couldn't possibly be! Figpaw cannot expect her mom to speak highly of her father, it was clear they didn't end on good terms. So... maybe Daisyflight's judgement of him was just clouded? Surely that had to be it!

Ma speaks of her old home, telling her of the iron beast that yowled and of the twolegs who gathered nearby. Never at night though, Figpaw takes good note of this with a nod. "I think I've heard it yowl before! From very far away... but it was super loud." She explains to her mother with a twitch of her nose. Or at least she was pretty sure this was the explanation to that noise, it had been like nothing she's ever heard before. "Do the twolegs gather when it yowls? Almost like how we do with Blazestar when he calls for a meeting? Maybe somehow the twolegs chime it to communicate with each other?" She says, suddenly very curious about the bell. At least for now her mind began to wonder off her father, onto genuine curiousities without alternative motives.​

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Spoiler: TAGS ★ 11/30

( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions )​

╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· FIGPAW, AMAB — she / her
╰ ‣ 7 moons .
╰ ‣ skyclan apprentice . believes in starclan, doesn't fully understand

╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, smells like pine nettles & sap, status — 100%
╰ ‣ A red tabby she-cat with orange eyes.

╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ENFP-A ❝ CAMPAIGNER❞ , Gryfindor, Lawful Good
╰ ‣ Excitable, generous, caring, quick-to-act, daft, naive
╰ ‣ finds relative ease relating to others . kind-hearted, will show mercy

╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· NPC X DAISYFLIGHT, sister to Greenpaw, Violetpaw, Snowpaw & Butterflypaw
╰ ‣ IDK HER SEXUALITY I LIED . mistakes admiration for romantic feelings
╰ ‣ Apprentice to Tallulahwing
╰ ‣ poor fighter . okay hunter .
╰ ‣ unlikely to start fights . will flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.