pafp oooooooh barracuda | the bite of ‘87

[rimekit]

Pale pink tongue runs across the pearly white milk teeth now occupying her mouth. They are weird to the pale kitten, but in the ‘they feel out of place when thought about too much’ kind of way. Rimekit knows she can use them to eat meat (she still tries to turn her nose up at most meals in favor of milk) and she knows she can chew on her siblings and her dada and her mother - though mother is not a fan. But what else can she do with her newfound tools?

Bite?

The intrusive thought is blaring in her mind within mere moments. Suddenly she feels the urge to bite down on something – hard. To feel the resistance against her teeth and revel in release of discomfort that still occasionally lingers in her maw from sprouting so many teeth at once. Oh it sounds heavenly!

But who to bite? Rimekit looks to her siblings as they tumble and wrestle each other for a tattered feather. Chewing on them feels nice but any harder and they yelp. The dappled child is not a fan of that noise. Thriftfeather is another option, however he seems to be napping. Not the dada, she decides. Mother then? Baby blues seek out the grey and white molly and find narrowed emeralds focused on her rough and tumble siblings. Busy. It’s for the best – Rimekit would not want to anger mother.

Suddenly movement from the mouth of the nursery catches her eye. A tail swishing across the ground. Perfect. Rimekit is quick to waddle to the entrance and peek over her shoulder to double check that the coast was clear. She does not make eye contact with anyone (though it is possible the nursery residents were in fact aware of her movements) and decides to go for it.

That tail was destined for a place between her teeth!

Rimekit wiggles her pudgy body and springs forward, wrapping Dimmingsun’s tail in all four limbs. She feels the nursery guard tense beneath her touch and though his tone is surprisingly gentle (she’s not paying attention to his words) Rimekit takes advantage of her “attack” before he can remove his tail from her. Quick as lightning she strikes – blinding ivories sinking painfully into the lead warrior’s tail.

// please wait for @dimmingsun
also tagging @Comfreykit @FOALKIT @Asterkit @sootkit. since toddlers travel in packs. may the odds be ever in your favor, karmen!​

[ penned by kerms ]​

 

[Asterkit]

One of the few constants in Asterkit's life - besides her family of course - was the frequent presence of Dimmingsun out of the nursery. She does not he is there to watch her father, that he does not sit there out of goodness of his heart.

For most of that morning, Asterkit was distracted by the entertainment she and her siblings got from a simple feather. It might have looked impressive in the morning, but looked more than a little mangled after being pounded by kittens paws and chewed on by kitten teeth. Despite her lack of limb, Asterkit keeps up well with her siblings, deftly batting the feather away on occasion or scrambling over a littermate. When she is pushed off a littermate, landing squarely in the dirt, she is suddenly aware that Rimekit was not with them. In fact, her sister was heading towards the entrance of the den! She wasn't trying to escape was she? Curious, Asterkit toddled after her, watching as she pounces on the swishing tail of Dimmingsun, quite literally engulfing it with her entire body and sinking her teeth into it. Asterkit let's out a little squeak of surprise but the shock soon fades away and she begins to egg her sister on instead. "Get! Get!" She encourages, willing her sister to remain firm.​

 

[Comfreykit]

He doesn't get the whole big hullabaloo about teething, and he supposes that sets him apart from his littermates, who are often at odds with each other, gnawing and chewing on one another when the occasion presents itself - he certainly hasn't been spared the tiny pinpricks of milk teeth, and though he'd be loathe to admit it, the only one who's felt his bites was, unfortunately, mother. But it wasn't his fault, he would protest, if he had the words - it was simple instinct. Simple instinct that seemed to spare the rest of his family.

He's rolling about on the floor of the nursery when Rimekit surges forward suddenly, and her action has him curious about where she's off to. It isn't long before he also catches sight of the tail twitching in the subtle breeze, and he knows what his sister is about to do before she even does it - call it intuition, perhaps. He's getting to his paws with effort when Rimekit attacks Dimmingsun's tail, and he's stumbling over too-big paws as Asterkit goads Rimekit on in her ambush. He isn't going to be left out of such a ruckus, that's for sure.

"Get!" Comfreykit repeats after Asterkit, stopping at her side, watching Rimekit curiously. His siblings had just been playing with a feather, and what was this plume of fur if not one even bigger? Even sturdier, more keen on being toyed with at the whims of a pawful of curious kittens? He surges forward himself, but where Rimekit had tossed her entire being onto the big feather, Comfreykit holds back, giving tentative nips to the tip of the wayward tail that has found itself in peril. "Rrrah... rrrah!" He growls kittenishly in-between nips.

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• COMFREYKIT ✩ kit of windclan, one moon
  → walks hunched over.
  → peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
  → penned by Archivist → .archivist on discord.
  

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