RED SPOTS UNDER YOUR EYES — applepaw

[TANGLEKIT]

There are new cats and kittens moving into the nursery today and Tanglekit does not like it.

They are smelly and look funny and she misses the relative quietness of the nursery when it is not full of kits she did not grow up with. But eventually, after an hour of very difficult kitten deliberation, she decides that they are relatively harmless, even if they are a bit stupid. Still, she feels unease prick under her pelt when she even thinks of having to share any sort of space for them any longer so she takes matters into her own paws.

When her foster queen is not watching, Tanglekit begins to stash away some moss in a nook outside of the nursery. Little by little she grows her tiny outside nest. If she keeps up like this, she could be ready to sleep in it before night falls.

Distracting her sisters with something else, Tanglekit grabs a jaw-full of moss—larger than any of the clumps she has taken so far—and slips out of the nursery, pressing her body against the ground as she slowly slinks toward her special nest, unaware of who might finally catch her in the act.

@APPLEPAW

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[APPLEJAW]

Tanglekit is different. She is different from the assortment of tortoiseshell fur— lookalikes of their mother, that Applepaw and two of her siblings had been; the forth being pale, and entirely unfamiliar in that way. Tanglekit's siblings, too, bore a mask of Applepaw's mother, to an extent that sickened. Instead of an odd one out, Tanglekit is every bit the visage of Smogmaw. One that aggravates Applepaw more and more, the longer he is kept away from the rest of ShadowClan.

Applepaw watches her with dry eyes. Though it is not dissimilar from the way she looks at them all— Halfshade's second litter. She does not go out of her way to speak to them if she can help it, but she watches. She watches a lot.

The queen that looks after them is not Halfshade, and so Applepaw expects little of them. She has looked on, as Tanglekit has continuously snuck away for seemingly no reason at all, but to linger outside, and then disappear within the nursery once again. Tired eyes; straight face. Applepaw does not watch the three with clear, dicernable hatred, but with a distant feeling that she had to watch them, even if she did not want to.

Tanglekit slips from the nursery again, and this time, only to sleep. It's then that Applepaw realizes what she's been doing. Tanglekit has made a nest away from all the others.

Applepaw sometimes finds herself wanting to do the same. Maybe that is the only reason she opens her mouth, in the end. " Tanglekit. " Applepaw greets her like she would any other clanmate. Not like a sister. " Is the nursery too crowded for your liking? " A mismatched gaze meets brown.

ooc ༊ 𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂

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• ( I'M OBSESSED WITH THE MESS THAT'S AMERICA. ) APPLEPAW. kit of shadowclan. eldest sister to swanpaw, ashenpaw, and garlicpaw. ( + birdkit, halfkit & tanglekit )
  —— she / her; confused by the use of others.
  —— currently 6 moons old as of 9.27.23. ages every 17th.
  
  longhaired blue torbie with a white chest, paws, and underbelly. A young cat you would describe as " bossy, " Applekit is quick to take charge of any situation she sees herself as the probable head of. A rule - follower to a T, and thinks herself better than the majority of her clan for this. Not ignorant enough to think herself above a warrior, but seeks to gain that status as quickly as possible. Intensely self - motivated to be the best in a mixture of blind, childish desire, and never wanting to be afraid of anything ever again.

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