RABBIT IN THE MOON - staring

[Daisypaw]

Vision was something Daisykit enjoyed though she didn't quite know it yet. Gone were the days of closed eyes and blurriness through eyes that had yet to fully get used to and develop to the outside world and now she saw everything. It was all clear, faces and pelts could be made out properly and she wanted to explore, though it seemed like every time she moved, the stuff around her moved as well and Daisykit wasn't the biggest fan. A wobbly step forward only to stop when the cats around her seemed to move as well, a wobbly step forward and then stop.

Frustrated the kitten cried for a moment before sitting, small body trying it's best to keep up with the balance it took to remain in this position as she looked forward. Blue eyes watching whoever was to catch her attention first - it seemed as though things moved when she didn't as well.

@Dandelionwish @butterflytuft @FLUFFYKIT @weedkit (no need to wait!)

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[DAWNGLARE]

Dawnglare has taken more to the outdoors, as of late. He occasionally finds himself preoccupied with Falconpaw, a strange one, that. Always complaining about his head. Dawnglare is not unconvinced that his affliction isn't of the supernatural sort. Perhaps a ghoul screaming over his thoughts, are conversely, a fly buzzing around in his mind somewhere... He is not in his fur often, though. Not enough for him to lounge about his den with more than worried and woes occupying him.

Sad coincidence, is all it is, that he finds himself in earshot of the nursery. Even sadder, is that he is keen to the pathetic wailing of a kit inside. Is it curiosity, that morbid sort, that has him squinting within the shaded entrance, or has his mind left him fully? He did not need his eyes, to know that it was a kit. He did not need his whiskers, to know tha tkits remained within the nursery.

But he finds his gaze settled on dark fur watery baby - blues regardless. His question ( And what question was that, even? ) is seen to be answered. Only, the thing looks back, and it does not stop looking even as he turns away.

He finds that kits are harbingers of all things bad - faith more often than older folk are. Warriors— they're too set in their ways. Often foolish ways, but ways, still. It's rare that kit's have a coherent thought past, stick nose where it shouldnt be, and never listen, never. It is unshakingly easy for evil to worm it's way into a mind like that.

And so, when a kit stares, Dawnglare believes he ought to pay attention.

His eyes— a far more flattering than the kit's own, newly opened and pitiful— flicker across his own paws, his tail. Searching for anything that may be worth staring at. The next option would be an invisible evil. For once, he does not see himself fit to deal with such a thing. (Declining, degrading...)

" What does it want? " he eventually asks, eyes wide and buzzing.

A WISE WOMAN SAID I'M ALIVE 🍷 NOBODY'S EVER TOLD HER SHE'S WRONG

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• ( I'M AS ALIVE AS HER BEARD IS LONG ) DAWNGLARE Medicine Cat of SkyClan. Mentoring Fireflypaw
  𓆩♡𓆪 He / him , deeply confused by the use of other pronouns
  𓆩♡𓆪 Currently 59 moons old as of 11.20.23. Mated to Mallowlark
  
  Unsettling and strange, Dawnglare bears a unique perception to the world and stars above on top of a generally unpleasant disposition. Holds others to uniquely impossible standards and himself undeniably above the rest.
  Mood is decided by dice - rolls per thread, with the exception of some important threads

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[DUSKPOOL]

anger makes you stupid . stupid gets you killed .
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He couldn’t remember the last time he saw somethin’ so tiny, whiskers twitching in amusement, coming to stand beside Dawnglare, caught between a sudden wave of bittersweet affection and guilt. It’s been moons since then, nothing more than a stain on his consciousness, but so much more than Duskpool was willin’ to think. With a shift of his bulky frame, the scarred warrior hummed. “Don’t think the kid wants anythin’.” He remarked, tail flickering, easing himself away, not before letting a molten gaze settle on their small forms with a clenched heart, grinning softly. “Nothin’ more than curiosity.” He finished. ​

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[BLAZINGHEART]

THERE WILL COME A SOLDIER — Butterflytuft's kittens were tiny compared to Blazingkit and his littermates he had been curious about them for sometime oftentimes asking Howlfire if he could play with them but he was told that they were too little and he can see it for himself now. These kittens would not last a heartbeat in the Lionclan warriors game or porcupine with him and his sisters. Blazingkit had been curled up in his nest taking a nap, as all mighty Lionclan warriors do, and is awakened by the shrill mewling that was coming from Daisykit. The red tabby tom blinking both of his green eyes only to see that the weird medicine cat and a warrior are staring back at the small kitten, he pushes himself onto his paws and stretches out wondering if his sisters were outside playing without him.

With ruffled fur, the tomkit walks on better legs than Daisykit peering at her then at Dawnglare who was asking what she wanted and he blinks the sleep from his eyes "You don't know? Aren't you like a bajillion moons old and wise or something?" He asks nonchalantly and innocently to the red tom. Why else would Blazestar promote Dawnglare if it wasn't for him being super old and wise? It only made sense, at least, to his kitten mind. A paw lifts up to further rub the sleepiness from his eyes and stares at both adults with owl sized pupils awaiting an answer.

WHO CARRIES A MIGHTY SWORD 𓆩✧𓆪 HE WILL TEAR YOUR CITY DOWN

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  ✧ longhaired red tabby tom with green eyes
  ✧ 3 moons old; ages the 28th every month
  ✧ sexuality unknown; too young
  ✧ son of coyotecrest and howlfire
  ✧ brother to wolfkit and hawkkit
  ✧ easy to befriend; will throw a tantrum if you call him filthy
  ✧ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✧ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[DAWNGLARE]

Don’t think the kid wants anythin’ Says Duskpool. Yes... perhaps it hadn't the brain capacity for things as drastic as wants. Nothin’ more than curiosity He was curious, wasn't he? Perhaps the child was experiencing what it was like to stand before something so much greater than you were... And truly, everything was, when you were but the size of a bug with a mind no bigger. Anything and everything would be so curious, and especially him, surely...

A much more conscious, and therefore, much more annoying kit then shows up to say something unwise. Dawnglare looks at Blazingkit as if an ant had suddenly shown up to announce its opinions to the world. Somewhat surprising and perhaps interesting, yes, but for the most part, it was still an ant. Surely their thoughts could consist of nothing more than drivel. And of course— Dawnglare had no qualms with claims of age. Wisdom came with it, often times... Unless you were, say: Blazestar. The wisest beings were infinitely old; infinitely wise... Only with that experience, were they able to guide the paws of cats like him. Yes, he did not mind it whatsoever.

...Still, with eyes askance, he mutters lowly, " Hardly a bajillion... "

A WISE WOMAN SAID I'M ALIVE 🍷 NOBODY'S EVER TOLD HER SHE'S WRONG

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• ( I'M AS ALIVE AS HER BEARD IS LONG ) DAWNGLARE Medicine Cat of SkyClan. Mentoring Fireflypaw
  𓆩♡𓆪 He / him , deeply confused by the use of other pronouns
  𓆩♡𓆪 Currently 60 moons old as of 12.05.23. Mated to Mallowlark
  
  Unsettling and strange, Dawnglare bears a unique perception to the world and stars above on top of a generally unpleasant disposition. Holds others to uniquely impossible standards and himself undeniably above the rest.
  Mood is decided by dice - rolls per thread, with the exception of some important threads

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