pafp MAKE ME FEEL ALIVE [ camp ]

[owlkit!]

Owlkit was still disconnected from things happening in camp- she oft daydreamed her way through them. When she snapped back to the present, she was gently surprised that the world still turned sometimes. Soft eyes blinked towards the shadows of camp, taking stock of who had and hadn't moved since she last put thought into her actions (it was really only a minute or two). She inhaled softly, realizing that one apprentice in specific hadn't moved, and to her, it looked like an empty gaze.

Gently she pushed to her paws, glancing over her shoulders to her siblings and mother near the nursery, but her interest grew too great. Wide eyes tilted up towards Flintpaw, ears perked. "Are you alright?" She asked quietly, perhaps in consideration of other souls nearby- there was no reason to go airing out this apprentice's problems. "... Do you want to talk about it?" Owlkit did not place herself down, or sit, in interest of leaving incase the apprentice was mean-spirited. She didn't like mean cats.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ┌── YOU EAT IT UP WHOLE ⋅❁⋅ MY BODY AND MY BLOOD ──┐‎

• "speech"
  
  // please wait for @FLINTPAW
  

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• OWLKIT she/her, kit of shadowclan, 3 moons.
  ⭃ SH blue tabby with low white. unusually small in stature, but moves with unintentional grace. eyes are split blue on top, orange on bottom. soft spoken and kind natured.
  ⭃ mentored by no one / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ no current love interest / / sibling to shadowkit, pitchkit, lynxkit, waspkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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