ONLY ME ⛧ whitekit

[Vulturepaw]

˖⁺‧₊ ☽◯☾ ₊‧⁺˖ Vulturekit's cousin can be kind of intimidating, sometimes. He's got this piercing kind of stare, searchlight yellow that seems to look right through you. Even worse is his tongue, seemingly stolen from an adder. Callous and dry-witted; Vulturekit cringes as he offers a particularly barbed comment to another cat.

"Whitekit," he warbles, plaintive but not quite whining. He curls in upon himself after calling the other's attention, ears pressing flat. "You should - uh, t-t-try tuh-to be, um." His paws shuffle awkwardly. "Nicer." Vulturekit's not very good at it himself, always saying the wrong things - but at least he tries. "'C-c-cause no one likes it when you're mean," he concludes lamely. No one likes it when they're mean; they swallow and turn their eyes down. Does Whitekit try to be nice? Maybe he does, and Vulturekit is the rude one here. Stars, he really shouldn't have opened his mouth...

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

• @whitekit
  

• 

  
  
  "SPEECH"
  ​

• 
  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.
  

​

 

[whitepaw]

An irritated comment has just slipped from his tongue directed at a particularly annoying clanmate when he hears a familiar voice calling his name, a tone of reproach on the voice. His gaze flicks from the one he had been speaking at over to Vulturekit. His eyes lock onto his cousin's, waiting for him to say whatever it is that he needs to say. When he finally does, Whitekit just scoffs lightly, eyes flicking away once more to brush off the reprimand and go back to what he was saying. The cat he had been speaking to seems to have slipped away in his moment of distraction, however, and he turns his gaze back upon the dark-furred kitten beside him. "So?" he huffs, a bit annoyed that he had been unable to finish what he was saying before. "What does it matter what others like? If they're being stupid, they show be told so they can fix it," he comments, finally letting his gaze be drawn away from Vulturekit to instead focus on himself as he begins working on smoothing down the ruffled fur on his chest.​

 

[Vulturepaw]

˖⁺‧₊ ☽◯☾ ₊‧⁺˖ Vulturekit watch the cat their cousin had been needling walk away with some measure of relief - though it is short-lasting as he now becomes the center of attention Annoyance seeps through each of Whitekit's actions, and he knows he was right to think he shouldn't have spoken. The answer to his exasperated question seems as plainly obvious as it is impossible to articulate. "It - it matters. Um." How is he supposed to explain?

His eyes remain downcast. So - Whitekit isn't trying to be nice, and seems unmoved by his suggestion to do so. He isn't quite sure what to do to fix that. The other kit is staring at him. "You'd - um, wouldn't you feel b-buh-bad if..." He loses confidence in his words halfway through. A deep breath, and then he continues. "If someone c-c-called you stupid?" It comes out plaintive rather than accusatory. How can Whitekit seem so unbothered? How can he not worry about what others think? It's hard for them to understand.

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

• 
  

• 

  
  
  "SPEECH"
  ​

• 
  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.
  

​