- Jun 14, 2024
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There was something about Mockingbirdcry that fascinated her. Maybe it was the rumours that she was a ghost? Or maybe it was because she sometimes saw her chat with her papa, anyone friendly with Moltface had to be friendly in general according to her naive world views. After a pawful of brief interactions, the kit gathering and the starclan lesson were to name a few, she had a heightened interest. Plus, Mockingbirdcry liked to talk a lot about the clan and the clan mates residing within ShadowClan's ranks. Puddlekit had started to grow an interest in rumours and gossip, often hearing what wouldn't be said so freely around older cats. The permanent queen seemed like a perfect choice for a role model because of this fact, someone she could listen to for gossip more.
That morning she had decided that she was going to learn as much as she could about the queen. There were ways to go about this, one could just toddle up to her and ask her questions but Puddlekit’s vocabulary wasn't ready to ask a fountain of questions just yet- none of actual substance anyways. Besides, that seemed boring so even if she could she wouldn't. Instead she decided to walk a mile in her paws, almost literally. Stumbling out of her nest to practically climb into hers, sitting beside her when she ate. Following her around wherever she went, not having the stealth nor the grace to consider doing this non conspicuously.
This activity that her mind had been set on concluded when Mockingbirdcry had engaged in gossiping, something about someone, Puddlekit didn't care to remember the name. She did care enough to try and chime in however, adding in commentary such as “they smell weird” not quite understanding the craft of weaving a narrative. Once she had finished the kit scooched up to be closer to her, planting herself directly in her field of view. “What's gossip?” She asked, simple and to the point. Finally asking what had been on her mind up until this point, a word that she had heard floating around but didn't get. Still kit blue eyes staring expectantly for an answer that she would care about and understand.
That morning she had decided that she was going to learn as much as she could about the queen. There were ways to go about this, one could just toddle up to her and ask her questions but Puddlekit’s vocabulary wasn't ready to ask a fountain of questions just yet- none of actual substance anyways. Besides, that seemed boring so even if she could she wouldn't. Instead she decided to walk a mile in her paws, almost literally. Stumbling out of her nest to practically climb into hers, sitting beside her when she ate. Following her around wherever she went, not having the stealth nor the grace to consider doing this non conspicuously.
This activity that her mind had been set on concluded when Mockingbirdcry had engaged in gossiping, something about someone, Puddlekit didn't care to remember the name. She did care enough to try and chime in however, adding in commentary such as “they smell weird” not quite understanding the craft of weaving a narrative. Once she had finished the kit scooched up to be closer to her, planting herself directly in her field of view. “What's gossip?” She asked, simple and to the point. Finally asking what had been on her mind up until this point, a word that she had heard floating around but didn't get. Still kit blue eyes staring expectantly for an answer that she would care about and understand.
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Please wait for @mockingbirdcry
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PUDDLEKIT || She/her, kit of ShadowClan, one moon
♡ 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.