messing with a dreamer | downyfur

[Asterkit]

Asterkit was fairly used to the comings and goings of warriors and apprentices in the nursery. Most came bringing prey, others came bringing supplies to fix the walls of the nursery or freshen up some of the nests, and a rare few just popped their heads in to say hello and spend time with the kits. Through this constant stream of cats, Asterkit was able to learn about several of her clanmates, putting names to faces.

The appearance of Downyfur in the nursery does cause her some difficulty. Asterkit struggles to recall her name, not even sure if she had seen her before until she recalled a day when the seal point warrior had visited the nursery with Pinkshine. "You're Downyfur," Asterkit mewed loudly, drawing Downyfur's attention away from what they were doing and to her. Her words are less of a question and more of an outright acknowledgement of their identity. Asterkit's yellow-green eyes look the older cat up and down, almost appraisingly. "Are you a tunneler?" She asks, suddenly remembering something from Downyfur's last visit. One of the other kits had told her so. You can tell because they're so small, Rosekit had said knowingly, sharing the information with a smug, authoritative expression. "What's it like? Is it scary underground?" Asterkit knew her mother was a tunneler too, but for some reason had never asked her about her life below ground. Perhaps it was because she subconsciously knew she would never be destined for that life.

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[downyfur]

"You're Downyfur," a little, high voice claims. The bundle of dried grasses they'd been patching the nursery with sags in their jaw. "I guess I am," the tiny molly replies, bemused. "You're Asterkit, right?" They blink at the pale tortie that'd named them, studying her just as she studies them, a thought that makes them smile.

Even just from her coloring, she can tell she's one of Bluefrost and Thriftfeather's. Their eyes dart to her right hind paw, or the lack of it, and they briefly wonder whether Bluefrost had been disappointed at her birth. That's cruel, they rebuke themself, and they work their smile into something warmer.

Asking about tunnelers is a common question. Most kits notice Downyfur is almost the same size as them, and maybe even smaller for the bigger or older kits. "That's right," the puffy-furred warrior congratulates.

They close their eyes when she asks, as if they needed to picture the underground again to tell her about it. "It's not scary if you do it a lot. A lot of things stop being scary when you do them a lot," they explain. For the most part, and for a kit, it's true. "It's very dark in the tunnels. Like the nursery at night." They tilt their head at her, wondering if the idea would comfort her some. Not that she needed to fear the tunnels; at this rate, it looks like she wouldn't fit into them anyway.​