pafp rather nap than wonder || gift for whitekit


.°☀ AND IF IT EVER STARTS TO FEEL BAD, LITTLE FANG


Even though they've left the nursery now, Sunflowerpaw cannot stop thinking of Whitekit.

They never spent much time together, as denmates; Whitekit's age put her in the peripheries of the older kit's vision. By the time the albino child was leaving the nursery, Sunflowerpaw was already being apprenticed. Such is the pace of WindClan. Yet the time they did spend together, Sunflowerpaw had enjoyed. They have always been drawn to the quieter types -- and there is something about Whitekit too, that inspires a tentative sense of kinship.

Greyhawk's treatment of her only daughter -- as a burden, as something to push away and scorn -- reminds Sunflowerpaw of what they've been told of their own mother. They were too young to remember, of course, but the venom that seeps into Vulturemask's voice when he spits the word Rain is tell enough. Abandoned, he says. Whitekit may as well have been too. Sunflowerpaw never had the chance to yearn for their mother's affection; Whitekit does not have that luxury, haunted by the ever-present of a parent does not even spare a thought for own child.

Perhaps it is because Sunflowerpaw is thinking of the young kit that the feather catches their eye. It is small and soft, ghost-white dove-fluff. They catch it as it falls on one of their excursions out of camp. and now they carry it back to the nursery, jaws clenched around its quill-like base.

They know they'll find Whitekit here -- it's daytime, after all. Sunflowerpaw makes their way towards her, a slight bounce in their step. Tail raised in hello, the apprentice places the feather before Whitekit, nudges it forwards with their nose. It's the exact color of her fur.


IT'S EASY TO EXPLAIN 'CAUSE THIS WORLD'S NOT TAME .°☀

  • // please wait for @whitekit !​
  • SUNFLOWERPAW named by their half-brother vulturemask after his friend and mentor.
    — they/them, 4 moons. semiverbal.
    — windclan apprentice, mentored by wolfsong.
    — reserved yet loyal, distrusts most.

    primary character, high activity. penned by saturnid.​
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Despite Whitekit's penchant for being out when the sun isn't out, it doesn't necessarily mean she always sleeps through the day. On most occasions, she is notably low energy compared to her denmates, almost constantly sleepy. One such time was now when she seemed to be dozing in the shade of the nursery entryway. Her usually drowsy gaze was practically shut, and she seemed to be snoozing until her flicking ears gave away her awareness. Especially when her eyes opened soon after, looking up with sleepy curiosity at the apprentice who Whitekit considered a friend. She blinked a few times to rid her rosey gaze of the sleepiness and to register the gift that the lilac tortie has nudged her way. It was a feather, a soft ghostly feather lacking in hue. If it wasn't for the fact it was very clearly from a bird, she would've almost mistaken it for something that came from her. However, it was pretty, and... it was Whitekit's first gift. The ssnowy-huedkit was often a tad isolated, and while she's attempted to form bonds with her denmates, it was... nice, to be thought of. With a sweet and demure smile, she turned her focus to Sunflowerpaw once more, pulling the feather closer with a gentle paw. "Thank you..." Came her whispered murmur. "What is it from?" She couldn't recall what bird had feathers that matched her own coat, granted she didn't know very many besides the few that came in the prey pile.
[I'M BREATHING]