private look back on all those times 》Wiltingkit

[KITEWAIL]

Wiltingkit is the most gentle of the kits, a flower amongst the dreary backdrop of the scrublands. She is as delicate as the day she was born with her head hidden in her paws in a demonstration of her shameful beginnings as an exile's daughter. Kitewail knows she would only do well under her mother's care. In the scrublands flowers shrivel and simply cannot be sustained. Florabreeze has an inherent gentleness to her, she would know how to ensure Wiltingkit is not overcome by her outbursts Kitewail has observed, only she— and Skyclan— can ensure she can bloom. It doesn't make it easier for Kitewail to be aware Wiltingkit must be given to Florabreeze. They have grown far too attached to all her kits no matter how often Kitewail lies to themself that it will be easy to part with them all.

Kitewail casts a sidelong glance at their daughter and purses their lip in a fine line, breathing outwards from their nostrils. This will be hard to do, "You've got to be… stronger." They rasp this rather suddenly, effectively shattering a tranquil moment the two have been sharing beneath the Newleaf sun. Their round head turns to stare gravely at Wiltingkit. "You'll never… be able to last out here." Their ears tilt back in an acknowledgment of how harsh it is to speak these words to a kitten, but Kitewail has never been one to express themself properly.

Kitewail reaches their forepaw out to swish Wiltingkit closer to comfort her, but it stops short and lowers to the slushy ground. "You will never… be able to… make it under my care—" The black tabby winces, it's a brief crack in their inexpressiveness and their dim gaze flickers elsewhere as they try to disguise their self reproach. "—and so you will not remain here, for your welfare. And I would like you… to not… dwell on missing me, it will… only make you weaker."

Their mean assist Wiltingkit, but a part of Kitewail intends to… alienate their daughter from themself; it will make it easier for Wiltingkit to adjust to life in Skyclan if there is animosity for her Da. The kits should not love them when they live with their mother, they should not acknowledge their Da as anything but a blip in their lives— they hope their memories of them fade, despite how their heart aches to imagine this.

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shame is sharp, and my skin gives so easy

• @wiltingkit | mobile post!! i will edit more & add speech colors later <3
• KITE ; KITESTORM ; KITEWAIL 》 a small statured black tabby with compact muscles but the very first thing one would notice are the welted scars beneath their eyes. kitewail is perceptive & clever. may appear unfriendly due to neutral expressions but is very sociable, or rather once was; in their current situation kitewail does not speak to anyone unless they approach another first. they have a soft, monotonous voice with a rasp to it. their gentle side is only reserved for their unborn kits, they do not care much for any duskclanner.
  ✧ 43, ages every 21st ✧ they/them ✧ mate to Florabreeze
  ✧ peaceful powerplay allowed, all opinions IC

  
  

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[wiltingkit]

Wiltingkit wears the skin of a lamb as if she was born for it. She shows her belly to the wolves of DuskClan and they bark and howl with laughter. She knows her place. She is beneath them, she is the kit for the adults to gnash their teeth at to ensure that she stays in line. She is delicate, she is gentle. Her sheep's fur is as fragile and easily torn as the dying petals of her name.

Kitewail looks at her with disappointment. She shrivels, ducks her head away from the scrutinizing gaze. She is alive. She is unscorned, unlike Mumblekit. Is that not enough?

She is weak. Kitewail's words are clear, and their teeth grit together. They long to tear their teeth through that fragile veil of sheepskin. "Oh. I... Um. I can get stronger. Promise." They are deferent. They thought that they were supposed to be. The rule of the world is cruelty, and submission to this cruelty is survival. "Can you let me stay...? If I get stronger?" Their head lifts, eyes wide and glassy. Fangs glint clear and cruel in the dimming sun, even as their body shakes. They can bare them, if that is what their da wants.

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WILTINGKIT ㅤBIOGRAPHY ㅤ/ ㅤTOYHOU.SE
✿ nonbinary ( they / she )
✿ 2 moons oldㅤ & ages realistically, every 15th of the month
✿ kit of duskclan
✿ ㅤkitewail x florabreeze ㅤ
✿ littermate to rook-kit, starlitkit, hollowkit, larkspurkit
✿ penned by saturnid & ㅤmessage saturnids on discord for plots!

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