- Mar 14, 2024
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-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- Normally, Littlekit was complacent, obedient in the rules of her mother and the other queens. Recently, the young child had learned that this trait was actually a good thing, something the smokey kit could earn praise from, and she rather liked praise.
It was a perfect system, to do no wrong and receive love and adoration in return.
The medicine den doesn’t typically hold much interest for the kit, it’s scent was strong and the cat who lived in it only played with her and the other kits whenever he was outside of it.
Her mother had given her the task of finding all the flowers she could around camp, and Littlekit felt as though she was doing quite well. Thin stems pop weakly from the sides of her maw, and honeyed hues have just caught sight of another meek bloom, springing right next to the medicine den.
Confidently, the kitten goes to harvest her find, parting her jaw even further to get a good grasp of the flower.
…What was that magical scent? Sickly sweet, and strong.
Following her nose, broad-shoulders brush past the entrance of Gentlestorms den obliviously, her vision narrowed on the gleaming golden liquid that glitters in her peripheral. Freshly-harvested honey…”Oo..” the child thrums, looming over the treasure with a tongue swiping hungrily over her top lip.
Sparing only a heartbeat to glance around, Littlekit reaches a forepaw to swipe only a taste.
What felt as though only heartbeats later, the strange golden treat is nearly gone, the only evidence of it painted across the entirety of her muzzle, her chest and her two forepaws.
Now, she is heavy and sticky- her stomach grumbles uncomfortably. Still, Littlekit reaches for the last bit.
There’s a heavy-footed rustle behind her, and the honey-covered child would be met face to face with the owner of the former honey, and she is too shocked to realize her forepaw is still jammed in her maw. ”Oh.” Littlekit grumbles, eyes stretched to round discs, guilty in every sense of the word.
Subconsciously, her paw finds itself back down to the ground, revealing her disappointed frown- though it was directed towards herself. ”Uhm. I don’t feel so good?”
It was a perfect system, to do no wrong and receive love and adoration in return.
The medicine den doesn’t typically hold much interest for the kit, it’s scent was strong and the cat who lived in it only played with her and the other kits whenever he was outside of it.
Her mother had given her the task of finding all the flowers she could around camp, and Littlekit felt as though she was doing quite well. Thin stems pop weakly from the sides of her maw, and honeyed hues have just caught sight of another meek bloom, springing right next to the medicine den.
Confidently, the kitten goes to harvest her find, parting her jaw even further to get a good grasp of the flower.
…What was that magical scent? Sickly sweet, and strong.
Following her nose, broad-shoulders brush past the entrance of Gentlestorms den obliviously, her vision narrowed on the gleaming golden liquid that glitters in her peripheral. Freshly-harvested honey…”Oo..” the child thrums, looming over the treasure with a tongue swiping hungrily over her top lip.
Sparing only a heartbeat to glance around, Littlekit reaches a forepaw to swipe only a taste.
What felt as though only heartbeats later, the strange golden treat is nearly gone, the only evidence of it painted across the entirety of her muzzle, her chest and her two forepaws.
Now, she is heavy and sticky- her stomach grumbles uncomfortably. Still, Littlekit reaches for the last bit.
There’s a heavy-footed rustle behind her, and the honey-covered child would be met face to face with the owner of the former honey, and she is too shocked to realize her forepaw is still jammed in her maw. ”Oh.” Littlekit grumbles, eyes stretched to round discs, guilty in every sense of the word.
Subconsciously, her paw finds itself back down to the ground, revealing her disappointed frown- though it was directed towards herself. ”Uhm. I don’t feel so good?”
┌── THE HASSLE, THE FIGHTING
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THEY ALL WANT A BITE OF ME ──┐
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Please wait for @GENTLESTORM !
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LITTLEKIT ✩ she/her, kit of thunderclan, 2 moons.
⭃ Amber-eyed, dense-furred chocolate smoked she-kit with black ribboning stretching across her face, foreleg, and tail.
⭃ daughter of Roeflame && Burnstorm ࿏ sister to Beetlekit && Dovekit
⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.