- May 12, 2024
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She is relentless in her pursuit of broader horizons, ones that would free her and bring something new to the lights of her eyes. Butterflies and rabbits were not satisfying enough, as mystical as their origins remained.. it left a gnawing hunger in her belly, like she was starving for information and understanding. Her purpose fluttered about on the wind at its whim, uncertain and uncomforting in the way it lacked concreteness.... She was practically grown enough now to experience the world, impatience itches between her toes and encourages defiant thinking- Brokenkit had once wandered out of camp, had abandoned her to her boredom. Why should he be allowed to explore, even if it was just the once?
Her hunting of spotted sunlight comes to its grandiose close, drawing her wispy-illusioned height to its fullest as she lunged to intercept the hobbling path of her leader. Narrow eyes peer up at him, as if daring him to step aside her or cast her away; she wouldn't be dismissed as a wailing babe, not this time! "Sunstar," her efforts to sound older, to deepen her voice to something closer to her mothers, falter as a squeak notes the end of his title.
"I think I should be allowed to start training now," she declares her wants with clarity and urgency, seeing no point in buttering him up where the stars had done plenty. They were practically kin in their twin destinies, handed to them from aster-dusted spirits with hopes of a brighter future. He must understanding. Will be made to understand that she is suffocating here, wilting like a flower deprived of water and light. Fearfully, she wonders if that is the great meaning buried in her name, and in her panic, her voice becomes more shrill and demanding. "I'm practically grown- I've been practicing, you can ask Bluefrost! And Scorchstreak has seen me too. I'm ready; I don't want to be sat in the nursery the next time something bad happens!"
Maybe if she'd been heeded sooner, she might've known something that could've saved Nightingalecry.... She might not sit with her den-mates and watch the silent embers in their eyes dim for every day they spent without their mother. "I'm Mintshade's daughter," she thinks to remind him, in case he forgot (and because she still wasn't entirely sure if it was a joke or not that Sunstar was her father. No one ever bothered to confirm for her who the mysterious second parent was...)
"My brother's Brokenkit," the longer she thinks on it, the more she's unsure he even has the time to keep track of who all even resides in this clan of bustling activity.
@SUNSTAR
Her hunting of spotted sunlight comes to its grandiose close, drawing her wispy-illusioned height to its fullest as she lunged to intercept the hobbling path of her leader. Narrow eyes peer up at him, as if daring him to step aside her or cast her away; she wouldn't be dismissed as a wailing babe, not this time! "Sunstar," her efforts to sound older, to deepen her voice to something closer to her mothers, falter as a squeak notes the end of his title.
"I think I should be allowed to start training now," she declares her wants with clarity and urgency, seeing no point in buttering him up where the stars had done plenty. They were practically kin in their twin destinies, handed to them from aster-dusted spirits with hopes of a brighter future. He must understanding. Will be made to understand that she is suffocating here, wilting like a flower deprived of water and light. Fearfully, she wonders if that is the great meaning buried in her name, and in her panic, her voice becomes more shrill and demanding. "I'm practically grown- I've been practicing, you can ask Bluefrost! And Scorchstreak has seen me too. I'm ready; I don't want to be sat in the nursery the next time something bad happens!"
Maybe if she'd been heeded sooner, she might've known something that could've saved Nightingalecry.... She might not sit with her den-mates and watch the silent embers in their eyes dim for every day they spent without their mother. "I'm Mintshade's daughter," she thinks to remind him, in case he forgot (and because she still wasn't entirely sure if it was a joke or not that Sunstar was her father. No one ever bothered to confirm for her who the mysterious second parent was...)
"My brother's Brokenkit," the longer she thinks on it, the more she's unsure he even has the time to keep track of who all even resides in this clan of bustling activity.
@SUNSTAR
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'i wither under the scorching heat of my own fears' -
HONEYSUCKLEKIT
- child of wind-swept moors
- she/her
- daughter to mintshade and gracklestep
- a solid pitch she-cat with fern-green eyes