- Aug 4, 2024
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Play nice. That is what Yippingkit is trying to do now. Maybe playing nice will keep the roaring fear out of his ears; maybe playing nice will keep claws out of his throat, deathberries out of his food. He has heard the whisperings of the poison that had found its way to the nursery. Tansyshine is careful to inspect each piece of food that comes to them, but Yippingkit still makes his checks, too. But if he could find himself in the good graces of the cats intent on harming him, then he would have nothing to worry about.
Myrtlekit, still a stranger to him, is decidedly not harmful. But she is doing something to his nest — weaving in foreign objects, refreshing the moss, fluffing the downy feathers — that he does not understand. His nest in the fox burrow had been entirely utilitarian. There was nothing in that flattened moss and lichen that was interesting to look at, or particularly soft, or particularly warm. But this other kit seems intent on decorating his nest regardless. "What," Yippingkit starts, but it comes out so harsh he immediately corrects himself, "what are you doing?" A much more tepid tone, evoking incense smoke and lamb's ear velvet; it is much more fitting for the kind kitten that he is trying to be. Still, his half-split eyes glow with distrust. She should not be meddling in his things.
Myrtlekit, still a stranger to him, is decidedly not harmful. But she is doing something to his nest — weaving in foreign objects, refreshing the moss, fluffing the downy feathers — that he does not understand. His nest in the fox burrow had been entirely utilitarian. There was nothing in that flattened moss and lichen that was interesting to look at, or particularly soft, or particularly warm. But this other kit seems intent on decorating his nest regardless. "What," Yippingkit starts, but it comes out so harsh he immediately corrects himself, "what are you doing?" A much more tepid tone, evoking incense smoke and lamb's ear velvet; it is much more fitting for the kind kitten that he is trying to be. Still, his half-split eyes glow with distrust. She should not be meddling in his things.
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ooc. please wait for @Myrtlekit !
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YIPPINGKIT —— kit of thunderclan . baying hound x duke . littermate to howlkit and thrashkit, sibling to many ✦ penned by meghan
✦ a hulking black smoke with low white. striking dual-toned eyes. fluctuates between total apathy and a need to fit in; difficult to befriend, and does not trust easily. unsure of thunderclan as a whole.
✦ intersex, nb masculine / he they pronouns / 03 moons & ages every 5th
✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
—— will start fights / will not flee / may show mercy. a kitten, he can hardly defend himself, but that will not stop him from trying. apt against opponents his age thanks to his sheer size.
✦ "speech", thoughts, all opinions are in character
✦ full biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
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