private Neath the grove is a heart ꒷꒦ Buzzardkit

Puddlekit..

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Jun 14, 2024
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Things were… weird. Empty? She can understand feeling empty, empty was when her stomach growled and threatened to eat itself while stuck in that miserable little contraption in Carrionplace. She didn’t know much at her age, but she knew what it was like to feel empty. That was how she felt in that time where Buzzardkit had been separated from her. He had been separated from the rest of his family too but right now to Puddlekit it was much more important that she had been separated from her specifically. It had been empty, lonely she supposed. She loved playing with all of her siblings, well as close to playing as Puddlekit could get, but it wasn’t the same. Buzzardkit followed her everywhere, nothing was ever met with resistance and she never thought about how much she actually appreciated that.

They pulled through, of course they would pull through. It’s not allowed to die on her or be sick forever! If either happened to him then she couldn’t whisk him away to follow her on whatever plan she crafted for that day. It would just be unfair! She didn’t have to worry about that right now though, now she got to enjoy that time with her sibling again. He was healthy again, so things were fine, yet something still gnawed at her. It wasn’t a feeling she was used to, she didn’t know what to call it but whenever she thought about Buzzardkit being sick again her stomach would twist and she herself would feel sick. It was a disgusting feeling.

“Hey Buzzardkit?” She lifted her head up from where she laid in the nursery, the annoying sensation of sleep had started to swarm her senses. It was a gross little fog, a pestering thing, she can’t wait to be older and be able to stay awake forever! With a huff she rolled on her side, to bat at her siblings' flank. Hoping to wake them up if he wasn’t already awake, satisfied that she had her attention she shuffled to stare at his eyes. Her face was always neutral, that was no different now but she carried a rather serious air to her. “You’re not allowed to get sick anymore.” It’s a simple statement, given with a tone that booked no argument.

“It was boring when you were sick. I didn't like it when you were gone.” After a pause she decides to add more to her sentence “promise me that you’ll stay with me forever. Even if you get sick” even if you’re not allowed to be sick anymore. She adds that final part in her thoughts, maw not parting to speak that into the air either.


  • @BUZZARDKIT.
  • PUDDLEKIT || She/her, kit of ShadowClan, 2 moons
    A short haired fawn rosette tabby and black rosette tabby chimera with copper eyes. Always seems to be judgmental.
    Adopted child of Moltface || Littermate to Runningkit, Cloudkit, Buzzardkit, and Nightkit.
    Penned by Juice || message on discord (Ouijeejuice) for plots!
    Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking.
 
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"y...es?"

there are a few blinks before she fully lifts her head up. she feels a lot better than she did before but for some reason there is an eerie feeling within that maybe this won't be the last time she feels so sick. her nose twitched as she listens to her sister, ears pinning back in thought as a rather neutral look settles on her features.

"okay. i pr...omise. i didn't want to leave y....ou. st...arlingheart and marb....lepaw made me. their fault."

he decides. who else's fault could it have been? if it was up to him, he would have stayed right with his sister, where he belonged. at her side. her personal shadow and protector. gently he nudges her, yawning as he gestures to outside.

"we should... find all the herbs to make me never sick ever again. there's gotta be s...something right. the stars have to help."
 

A deep scowl etches on her young face, carving away at the stone of youth. She seems to be doing that a lot these days, the scowl she carries forming a shadow of pessimism to follow. “I hate them” it's an easy declaration, Buzzardkit's reasoning seemed solid to her. It was the medicine cats that kept him locked away in that den of theirs. As she grew she started to understand the importance of camp and those denizens within. Granted she still didn't believe that there was anything worthwhile beyond those camp bounds but those within had started to unravel their mysteries.

Who even put them in charge anyways? Probably Smogstar, the star meant he was in charge so clearly any positions meant that he had appointed them. Should she hate him too? Probably as well, he rides that real fine line on her still developing emotional catalogue. Right now he's somewhere in neutrality but maybe one day she might find the proper emotions to place him under. Peering over at the outside world she nudges her sister in kind.

“Let's see… if there's any around camp” she thinks to suggest stealing, maybe not at night when they'd be sleeping. It would be a far smarter manoeuvre to wait until the morning, at least she believes so. Puddlekit moves without hesitance though sluggish due to her tired body. There is an attempt to be quiet as she tries to slip past her siblings and pa. “Let's go. The stars can help right?” She didn't understand whatever affinity Buzzardkit had with the balls of light but if it meant that he would come out with her then she was willing to acknowledge it.


  • PUDDLEKIT || She/her, kit of ShadowClan, 3 moons
    A short haired fawn rosette tabby and black rosette tabby chimera with copper eyes. Always seems to be judgmental.
    Adopted child of Moltface || Littermate to Runningkit, Cloudkit, Buzzardkit, and Nightkit.
    Penned by Juice || message on discord (Ouijeejuice) for plots!
    Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking.