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[owlkit!]

She was, perhaps, the quietest out of her siblings.

The softest disposition, something that could easily be whipped into shape and stolen by the hardships of Shadowclan. A kindness easy to take for granted plastered to her patterned face, split eyes pinned to that of the sky. Focused vision was cast towards that of the few pine trees swaying within the territory, her ears perked and mouth closed. She only parted it as a breeze passed through camp, carrying smells of the swamp and that of a cat approaching-

Eyes snapped towards them, eyes blinking at the cat who approached. She glanced towards her paws, only half-hearing their statement if they spoke. Choosing to ignore it, she lowered her head, picking up a petal that had tumbled in on this strangely windy day. She lifted her head, trying to tuck the flower pelt into their chest fur. "There." She proclaimed, vision lifting back towards their face when she was sure her gift was tucked tightly.

She could be constrained to be an enigma, truly. Owlkit, with eyes too wide and face too naive, she who never learned that she was being teased, she who stood behind her siblings and allowed them to protect her. Given the disposition of Shadowclan, and those who came out of it- prideful, with tongues sharpened even to that of their clanmate, she stood as a beacon of things that were soft.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ┌── WHO ENCRYPTED YOUR DARK ⋅❁⋅ GOSPEL IN BODY LANGUAGE? ──┐‎

• // feel free to be the cat who approaches her and gets the petal!
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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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[PITCHKIT]

𓆩 ✦ 𓆪 Pitchkit stands in stark contrast to his sister Owlkit. Where she is quiet, faint like the soft breath of a breeze, he is loud. Obnoxious, bigger than his tiny body. He takes up space with the feverish fervor of one all too quickly forgotten, one whose name will draw stares no matter how the kit acts.

He doesn't quite understand Owlkit. That's okay; he loves her nonetheless.

There's something odd in her wide-eyed stare, a perfect picture of her namesake. It had swooped its way into camp not too long ago. He found the resemblance incomplete, as his sister certainly lacks the ferocity of the feathered beast. Pitchkit blinks back at her with his own owlish eyes as his sister deposits a single petal into the matted tangles of his chest fur.

"Uh." He glances down at it. "I don't get it," comes his sheepish mumble, not as overloud as his typical fare. He does have some semblance of quietude, reserved for the gentlest of his siblings. "Is this s'posed to make me look pretty or something? I mean - thanks, but it seems more like your kinda deal." Or Shadowkit, really, with her carefully tucked feathers. Still, he raises a tiny paw to brush against it. He's not opposed to the gift, only a little confused.

‎‎┌── DUST TRACE OUR TIRED OLD FEET ✦ IN CIRCLES AS WE PACE OUR TIME AWAY ──┐‎

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• PITCHKIT ✦ he / it, kit of shadowclan, three moons.
  ➳ a patchy white and dull brown tabby with unsettling green eyes.
  ➳ lazy and loud with a talent for getting into trouble.
  ➳ npc xx npc, littermate to shadowkit, owlkit, lynxkit, & waspkit.
  ➳ 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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[Sycamorepaw!]

[ ༻ 𐃉 ༺ ] More kits had filled the nursery, itching Sycamorekit to wish to become an apprentice faster to avoid them. Gigglekit and her siblings had been an exception since they were his siblings but these guys? Complete strangers in Sycamorekit's eyes. At least, Owlkit was the quietest of them all so there was that, she hardly bugged him so that was fine. Cinnamon fur glowed slightly in the light before he came over, looking down at the petal Owlkit had gifted her brother with a slight hum, noting the confusion that came from the other.

He flicked his plumed tail a bit, thinking Marblekit would probably like something like that... or even Lilacfur- he certainly knew he would of liked his petal decorated in pretty blooms too... "Your sister gives you a gift, and you say you don't get it?" piped the normally phantom-like tom who wondered around camp like a ghost amongst his peers, getting more and more used to being outside of the nursery walls. Green gaze staring at the siblings calmly, perhaps he should gift Marblekit something like this too... surely they'll get it, right?

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── So breakable unbreakable ──┐‎

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  Sycamorekit 𐃉 He,She, They, Shadowclan kit, 4 moons.
  ⭃ LH Rosetted Cinnamon Tabby with low white and green eyes, has an extra set of toes
  ⭃ Lilacfur x Siltcloud
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Gigglepaw]

Gigglekit is loud - even if she doesn't realize it, there's something about her joy that amplifies her voice when she's in the nursery and sends it clanging against the walls, echoing in the space. She doesn't know how to regulate that, or that there even needs to be regulation - to her, it's simply how she speaks, though some of the other kittens' quietness doesn't go unnoticed by her. Owlkit was one of them, and Sycamorekit another; both quiet cats in their own right.

"I think it's pretty!" She comments as she comes up on Pitchkit's side, admiring the petal that Owlkit had so tenderly tucked into her brother's fur. She'd seen cats decorate their pelts before, with various bits and bobs that could be found out in the territory, but Gigglekit had never thought to decorate her own fur. She wondered if she would change her mind if someone were to give her a present like Owlkit had Pitchkit.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎OOC ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ .ᐟ.ᐟ INFO ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

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• GIGGLEKIT ✩ kit of shadowclan, three moons
  → blinks incessantly & uncontrollably.
  → peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
  → penned by Archivist → .archivist on discord.
  

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[owlkit!]

Her head tilted as she looked at the feather- really, she'd love to get into her brother's tangles and sweep that fur clean and straight, but she was not one to impose. If that's how he liked it, and if it made him happy, was it truly her place to intervene? She hummed as vision lifting to him and his confused features. Even though Pitchkit was all things loud and ready to go, he was as quiet as he could be with her. Owlkit's ears twitched at his statement.

"It is a gift, Pitch. You may find what value in it you wish- but I wanted to give it to you. A little spot of color." She hummed, a smile on her features. Sunset-colored eyes spied towards Sycamorekit briefly. She did not respond to him- as that was Pitchkit's question to answer- and instead looked back towards her brother. "If... if you don't want it, I'd understand." Owlkit said truthfully, though it was a painful thing to admit.

She didn't like the thought of Pitch not liking her gift- and so she swept her gaze towards Gigglekit, attempting to distract herself. "It floated into camp. I had to give it to someone, yep." She nodded her head in self-satisfaction, sitting down as the kits chattered together.

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

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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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