pafp REPRESSED COMPRESSED \ a nose where it doesn't belong ...

[STORMKIT]

There was some stuff he couldn't do that everyone else could, and Stormkit was determined to make up for that. everywhere he stomped he went with purpose, keeping his head tall- and he hoped it was taller than his peers! He'd stand out, even if he looked like his mother ... like everyone said. Yeah, no matter what he'd walk like he knew exactly where he was goin', even if he was still learning. Slower than everyone else, but they'd not know it! Stormkit believed, or had to, that he'd be just as good at getting around as everyone else... but, huh?

A strong waft of very very distracting scents came and slapped him in the face. A whirling sort of hit, like the smell had claws! It was aiming for him, yeah... Stormkit stormed, yeah, forward... toward the overwhelming, medicinal stink. Perfume, nothing like the warm mustiness of the nursery, like lazy, milky mornings, like sleep... liek his father, brushed through with the breeze of the forest. There was no stopping Stormkit, seemingly- paws on long, stick-thin limbs forged a purposeful path. He would find out where this intruding stink was comin' from!

\ please wait for @TWILIGHTKIT ⋆ !​

penned by pin ༄​

 

[TWILIGHTKIT ⋆]

Twilightkit paid a little too much attention to where her siblings would disappear to. Such had become her job - she's the second oldest, sure, but who can expect Bayingkit with her snapping jaws and twitching tail to properly keep their siblings in line? Maybe with a hefty paw and a well timed growl, but they're each of the same bullheaded and proud-minded brood. A hiss wouldn't deter any of them from entering a place they're not supposed to. Twilightkit foolishly believes that a sharp tone mimicking their mother's just might, however.

She slips away from Nightbird, likely sharing tongues with the queen, and lightly trots after her blind sibling. The silver tabby anticipated watching him pick a squirrel from the fresh-kill pile and return with it all the same - but his paws diverted and he instead found what she believed to be the forbidden den. Cats with aches and pains and complaints of sickness went in there and rarely ever came out (little does she know it's due to Gentlestorm's insistence on rest.) Twilightkit is not keen on losing a sibling today.

"Stormkit...!" she snips, something too close to Bayingkit's usually gravelly tone. She clears her throat and picks her pace up, trying to skirt and stand in front of her formidable brother. "No, no. You're not going in there," she states a boundary with the exceeding annoyance of an older sibling, all but saying, because I said so.​

 

[STORMKIT]

Stormkit didn't really care what everyone else was up to, the same way Twilightkit did. She always seemed to be worrying, somewhat ... always knocked between each of them like an indecisive moth. If that was how she had fun, then sure ... Stormkit didn't really concern himself with the same sort of thing, so long as everyone else made it into their nest at night.

Stormkit! He stopped cold in his tracks. She did sound a bit like Nightbird, but he knew it was Twilightkit because it was a little mew and not the voice of his mother... just that same sort of I'm-telling-you-off tone. Stormkit sighed, tipped his head lazily toward the sound of her voice, no managing to find her very well. "It's fine," he inststed, a ratty, knotty tail flicking in indignance. Yeah, it had to be, or else why would the stupid den just be sat in the middle of the clearing? Plus, well... "Plus, do you remember I've got a really good nose? Well, thats how I know there's nothing scary in there." She could believe him, or she could not believe him ... he was pretty sure he was right, anyways. ​

penned by pin ༄​

 

[bayingkit]

she watches stormkit bumble his way towards gentle storm’s den through slitted eyes, lounging somewhere in the dark of creeping shade and following its darkness when she inevitably lifts, hunkers slowly towards her siblings with ears angled forward to listen — why were they hanging out without her? she’d been right there, so why didn’t they ask? were they playing? what kind of game? her mind ticks, whirls with all the desperate ferocity of a starving mutt until unsheathed paws come to a stop a tail - length away from where twilightkit and stormkit speak ( speak being a mild way of putting it. ). bayingkit watches, then rolls forestfire eyes, giving a wide lash of her tail with the sudden downward plunge of interest ( twilightkit was just being a bossy little — ) . .

she does not have time to think the words she’d only just recently learned, because stormkit is insisting that he can smell the lack of danger beyond gentlestorm’s den. bayingkit thinks of ugly, torn scarring and forced apologies, then snorts her disagreement, ” nuh - uh. “ sneered, though whether it was intentional seemed still for debate ; a growling thing despite the gleam of curiosity beginning in the pits of wild gaze, ” no you can’t . . ? how. “ ended as more of a demand, dualtoned eyes squinting their suspicion her brother’s way — how could you smell danger? which smells were dangerous, and which weren’t? as if to prove her point, she inhales . . filling her nose so full of sharp, medicinal odor it only crinkles her face into shriveled disapproval instead.

☽ ˚ ｡ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒  𓃥 【 𝑰𝑻𝑺 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲 𝑰𝑵 𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 】

• i.
  
  
• 
  
  
• ” speech “
• BAYINGKIT——————— SHE / HER, KITTEN OF THUNDERCLAN. NIGHTBIRD xx RACCOONSTRIPE, SISTER TO TWILIGHTKIT, TIGERKIT, STORMKIT & LIGHTNINGKIT. 3 MOONS OLD, SMELLS LIKE DISRUPTED SOIL & WET FUR. PENNED BY ANTLERS.
  a large, unsightly black tabby kitten.
  
  mongrelish, standing all thistlethorn fur and bared teeth, bayingkit would be thought roguesblood if not for the dogtooth crown she uncomfortably bears. a hereditary haunting lies in the shag of ornate black striping and long limbs that do not yet suit her wide, slouching shoulders ; her fathers daughter, laced in dredge and filth moreso than he’d ever been. a constant, incessant need to make herself small forms in hunched spine and weary, whale - eyed suspicion, communicating mostly in rumbling growls.. bayingkit tends to hold herself with a tuck tailed and trembling livewire of feral volatility.
  

  teething, easily frustrated with her lack of vocal skill and highly reactive. prone to biting, swatting and general moodiness it is highly encouraged to correct. powerplay is allowed for disciplinary swipes, scruffing and general redirection.

  
  
  

​

 

[antlerbreeze]

The medicine den- the first den she had known in her time in Thunderclan. She wasn't as close with Gentlestorm as her sister was, but that was to be expected- Doepaw had been in there far longer then Antlerpaw had. Still, she knew inherently that it wasn't someplace to hang out in. Delicate herbs, berries, honey, water-soaked moss, all of it was collected in neat piles by the gentle giant himself. And she cared about that- she cared about those things staying delicate, preserved, for when they were needed.

Her ears perked at the small squabble between the siblings, and her head lifted and turned. Orange eyes blinked, and she was pushing to her paws and padding closer with some level of interest. So when Stormkit attempted to convince his siblings of his strength, of knowing that it was safe, a tiny smile curls on her face. It was... amusing, to a point, endearing to another. She spoke, tone soft but firm. "Well, did you ask Gentlestorm if you're allowed in there?" Antlerpaw asked, honest and direct.

She sat, her tail curling over delicate paws, head gently tilting. ".. Bayingkit, you'll learn to tell apart dangerous scent and good scents." Antlerpaw said softly, watching with some level of humor as the kit's face shrunk up from the scent of medicinal herbs. "Herbs smell strongly. They aren't.. dangerous, but they aren't for play, either. Only Gentlestorm knows how to use them." Antlerpaw said softly.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ┌── SHE SAW IT IN MY EYES ⋅❁⋅ SHE DIDNT EVEN CRY ──┐‎

• "speech"
  

• 

• ANTLERPAW she/her, apprentice of thunderclan, twelve moons.
  ⭃ LH cinnamon lynx sepia with low white. smaller body, agile and slippery, fits really well in small gaps in the underbrush. soft spoken but strong and determined.
  ⭃ mentored by howlingstar / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ padding after no one / / sibling to fallowpaw and doepaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

​

 

[nightbird]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ she follows when twilightkit bounds away, tongue raking over her teeth when she pinpoints the silver kitten's trajectory. the medicine cat den, where stormkit pokes jagged whiskers a hair too close for her own comfort, bayingkit joining her brother to inhale the herbal scent. "it's not gentlestorm's decision." she announces upon arrival, placing herself near the kittens with a lash of her tail pointing back to the nursery. the motion ends with a sharp flick to stormkit's shoulder so that he could not claim to have missed the message.

even though her scorned tongue lands upon the earthen molly, nightbird places no blame on antlerpaw. she thinks only of the blood red berries tucked away behind stone walls, kept within camp for a reason she still could not determine. her claws flex into the dirt, silver gaze narrowing as she looks down to her kits. "you're not to come here without me or your father. i won't say it again." her voice is barely above a pointed mutter, neck craning to dip to their level. "back to your sisters. now." when her head lifts, her eyes slide into the mouth of the den, lip curling as if she could smell the death able to be brought on by a single berry. she'd wait until they listened, turned tail back to the safety of the nursery.

‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ┌── THE CROWS IN THE GARDEN ⋅⋆⋅ ARE LAUGHING AT MY EXPENSE ──┐‎

• ooc ↛
  

• 

• 
  NIGHTBIRD ✩ she/her, lead warrior of thunderclan, 35 ☾'s
  ⭃ a small black smoke molly with a white paw and pale silver eyes. currently a queen residing in the nursery.
  ⭃ mate to raccoonstripe / / currently mentoring none.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

​