duskclan NO ONE ELSE SEEMS FRIGHTENED ⛧ homesick

[Vulturepaw]

˖⁺‧₊ ☽◯☾ ₊‧⁺˖ 　Vulturekit hates it in this mockery of a camp. It's crushing, oppressive, terrible and wrong. They don't feel like they escaped the violence of that frantic night - no, it feels like it's lingered. Hanging over their head, drawn out with blood-stench and the disappearance of the leader. (Death, he's dead just like Nightingalecry - they don't want to think about that.) "I wanna go home," he says to no one in particular. He keeps saying it, over and over like a broken record. Amber eyes dart around, but there is nowhere to hide.

He swallows thickly. He doesn't know the way back, but maybe - maybe maybe maybe if he focusea hard enough, he can remember. "C-c-can I... go now?" He'll have to leave eventually. He can't stay here. He can't. He feels like he can't breathe anymore.

‎‎┌── FOR I HATE THE BUILDINGS ⛧ AND THE WAY THEY TOWER OVER ME ──┐‎

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  VULTUREKIT ⛧ he / they, kit of windclan, four moons.
  ⭃ a spiky-furred dark tabby with amber eyes.
  ⭃ skittish and dour, with little time for typical kit games.
  ⭃ micheal x npc, adopted by periwinklebreeze. sibling to dustkit and bilberrykit.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[PRIVETFROST]

I wanna go home. Vulturekit's low cry of help, low enough to the earth that whatever heavens he prayed to could easily turn a blind ear to him.

Homesickness had hardly made itself acquainted with Privetpaw, who had been weaned upon the curling knuckle of sagebrushes, as though a callus curding upon such inhospitable land. To his narrow, one-track mind, Privetpaw hardly saw the use in living with Windclan. Sure, it was obtrusively beautiful with all the heathers and the marigolds that had sprouted upwards to play in the good season's grace. That meant nothing to him, as long as tyrants still ruled the land with fists of bruise and blood. "No." Privetpaw mewed plainly, with no hint of warmth within a boyish and sprightly voice, as cold as the winds that mulled along the fringes of Duskclan's home. The adolescent had heard their plaintive prayer, but he was no angel of mercy - he would not provide the child salvation nor solace. Fern-green eyes seemed to bore into the gloom of the kitten's tabby pelt, burning past the fur and into the peach-flesh skin. Vulturekit seemed utterly pitiful to the wine-dark apprentice, as though he were but a shadow clotted into the shape of a bug, the kind he could easily squash with one swat of a well-timed paw. Even Privetpaw had not been so pathetic as a child. Windclan's newest generation is soft. Weak and powerless. Maybe we should try killing one of the kittens, next. It seems they cannot fight for themselves.

𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐂𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃 ── X ── 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒

• IC OPINIONS he is an evil little guy
  
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  —— PRIVETPAW / He/Him / 7 Moons
  —— Apprentice of Duskclan / Mentored by Rumblerain
  —— Wine-dark and white-tipped, almost like a magpie. He has black fur except for the tips of his ears, his muzzle and chin, a blaze on his chest, bottom portion of the legs, outer end of the tail, and along the upper ridges of eyes. He has ghost striping that can only be seen in certain sunlight. He has fern-green eyes.
  —— Cool, calculating, and much too mature for such a young age. Enamored with the life of a warrior and burdened by the expectations of his people. Hard to befriend and harder to maintain a steady friendship with.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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