private MIRRORBALL ⁺˖⋆ LIGHTNINGKIT

[nightbird]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ hours after their birth, tiny scraps of fur dressed in her mate's stripes and her own colorless pelt nursed at her side. it was jarring to see then, nightbird still wasn't sure she had gotten over the feeling yet. a certain uncanniness, when she spotted a rich tabby pelt expecting to see chocolate eyes at the helm. yet, when tigerkit and bayingkit met her gaze, it was not raccoonstripe's eyes that she saw, rather their own. their differences in appearance were blatant, it only was exasperated by each opposing personality in her brood.

lightningkit, with her silver tinged pelt and her grandmother's forested gaze, tended to withdraw from the games her littermates played. it was conflicting to see a kitten so sociable in comparison to some of the others sit amongst the sidelines, lost amidst her own head. it would be wise of her to ward that behavior away, no mice were caught daydreaming. as a warrior, she would have no trouble doing so. but as a mother, her jaw remained shut.

she particularly struggled today, a rare moment when four of her kits were engrossed in some game she didn't fully understand the rules of. lightningkit had excluded herself, perched at her side. nightbird's jaw ticked with indecision, ears twitching with each conflicting thought. it was only when a plumed tail began to tap steadily over her paws did she catch a similar movement from her shadow.

the queen glanced down to look at her daughter. a banded tail tapped awkwardly, her brows knit in a way that contrasted the softness of a kitten-round face. it was an almost humorous sight. "you look very serious today." nightbird notes, unable to hide the amusement from her observation.

‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ┌── THE CROWS IN THE GARDEN ⋅⋆⋅ ARE LAUGHING AT MY EXPENSE ──┐‎

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  NIGHTBIRD ✩ she/her, lead warrior of thunderclan, 34 ☾'s
  ⭃ a small black smoke molly with a white paw and pale silver eyes. currently a queen residing in the nursery.
  ⭃ mate to raccoonstripe / / currently mentoring none.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[LIGHTNINGKIT]

LIGHTNINGKIT . of . THUNDERCLAN

2 moons old (born 07.08.24) / lh silver tabby with green eyes / feminine pronouns
raccoonstripe xx nightbird / little sister to bayingkit, twilightkit, tigerkit, & stormkit

It isn't easy pretending to be Nightbird, and Lightningkit knows she hasn't gotten it just right. It's hard to be frustrated, because then she would really mess it up when her mom doesn't look bothered by anything, but Lightningkit feels the very real limitations of her kitten body. Next to Nightbird, she's clumsy and round, and her tail isn't long and pretty as it taps the ground. Is Twilightkit's tail closer to their mother's? The idea squirms uncomfortably in her stomach, and she straightens up to be as tall as she can to try and mimic her mother's svelte silhouette.

Her efforts aren't going unnoticed, it seems.

Her gaze darts up when Nightbird speaks, a little startled, and she puffs up her chest in answer. She's not serious like Twilightkit —again that twisting— and she thinks being serious kind of sounds boring, but Nightbird's serious, isn't she? It can't be that boring. Maybe being serious is just about looking like it, when really Lightningkit is imagining being a bird.

"I am serious," she confirms and declares with kittenish enthusiasm. "We can be serious together!" But she's still worried that it might not be very fun. "What do you think about when you're serious?"
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[nightbird]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ a small grin pulls her features at lightningkit's enthusiastic response. of each child, she could confidently say her daughter was the least so, rivaled only by stormkit at times. it wasn't a hard competition to lose when pitted to bayingkit's ferocious intensity, or twilightkit's keenly leveled gaze. tigerkit sat somewhere in the middle, she supposed, still finding her place amongst her littermates.

"well, if that's what you want," nightbird hums, head tilting in a near challenge for lightningkit to be the first to break her vow of seriousness. she glances up in feigned thought at the question, dipping her head low so that her muzzle is close to her daughter's ear. "you really wanna know?" she whispers, as if it is the worlds biggest secret. "i think of why the grass in camp seems to grow slower than by sunningrocks. or why monsters on the thunderpath run faster on shadowclan's side." nightbird keeps her voice low through her incredibly boring white lies.

"and what about you? what do you think when you're serious?"

‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ┌── THE CROWS IN THE GARDEN ⋅⋆⋅ ARE LAUGHING AT MY EXPENSE ──┐‎

• ooc ↛
  

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  NIGHTBIRD ✩ she/her, lead warrior of thunderclan, 35 ☾'s
  ⭃ a small black smoke molly with a white paw and pale silver eyes. currently a queen residing in the nursery.
  ⭃ mate to raccoonstripe / / currently mentoring none.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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