The sounds of unsettled voices drift into the nursery, cats unsure of this sudden onset of frost, but they do not bother Smokykit, locked in a dreamscape. Neither does the loss of one warm body, though she does stir slightly at Promisekit's departure, her muzzle twisting into a small frown as she shifts closer to the remaining warmth in their shared nest. Perhaps if that were the end of it, she would not have woken for quite some time, tucked away safely in the confines of the nursery, but as luck would have it, this is not where that story ends; instead, Tinykit ventures out as well, prying open an already-gaping hole in the nest. This, now, is enough for one sleepy amber eye to slide open, a yawn splitting Smokykit's features as she tries to gain her bearings. "Mmm...Prommy..? Tiny...?" she murmurs, and it is only as the monikers leave her that she begins to register the voices outside.
Slowly, slowly, Smokykit creaks to life, scraps of moss still clinging to her curls as she stretches, taking some amount of care not to disturb the remaining inhabitants of their shared nest - that is, if they weren't as late to the party as she was. Stepping outside, the first thing the kitten sees is a gathering near the center of camp, but that sight pales in comparison to the aching chill that's suddenly settled into her bones, her skin, her everything. Even with her downy-thick fur, it's enough to make her whiskers quiver - when had it gotten so cold? Never before has she felt anything like this, and it seems like the others are all equally upset about the development. It was supposed to get cold eventually, she's pretty sure, but it didn't quite feel long enough to be eventually, in her opinion.
Spotting Promisekit and Tinykit tucked next to Gigglepaw, her slow gait erupts into something more of a trot as the sounds of growing concern fill the brisk leaf-fall air, though she's stopped in place by a small crunch beneath her paw and a blooming, wet sense of cold. "Whaaaa...?" she intones, flicking her paw carelessly in an effort to rid herself of the sharp, cold sensation. As if it had sprung up from the ground itself just to taunt her, a once-perfect patch of frost, now stamped with a tiny pawprint, lies directly in her path, though she has no metric by which to understand the strangely cold water. Unsettled, Smokykit skirts around the patch, offering it a wide berth and a wide-eyed glance as she moves to join her siblings and cousin, fur beginning to rise along her spine.
Whatever this encroaching cold is, it's clear that nobody else is happy about it, either, though it's hard to tell whether this is an unnatural fear or not when her gaze is so clearly drawn after Promisekit's and Tinykit's. A great few piles of things lie before them, gathered proudly by Amberhaze, and suddenly the chill and the worries of her clanmates are pushed aside as Promisekit asks the most important question of all - can he have a feather?
Tinykit is quick to follow suit and, not wanting to be left behind, Smokykit quickly chimes in too. "Oh, me too! Me too!" Her chirp is not dampened slightly by the cold that seems to lay itself heavily over the others, burning like a stubborn ember, and she looks between Gigglepaw, who so graciously agrees that Promisekit should get a feather, and Amberhaze, the keeper of said feather. And other stuff too, not just feathers - actually, now that she's looking a little closer, there's a lot of cool stuff there. Weird-shaped sticks, strangely rubbery-looking frogs, pretty-patterned stones...
"Or a cool rock?" she amends, eyes darting eagerly about the collected items. Maybe a rock wasn't as soft as a feather, but it was still cool, and besides, if Promisekit and Tinykit both get feathers first, she wants first pick of something, at least. Feathers and moss might serve as a boon with the coming weather, but it's not Smokykit's duty to worry over that yet; for now, she's more focused on whatever childish games she can concoct with the proffered materials so thoughtfully strung out before them all.
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SMOKYKIT —. She/her, kit of ShadowClan
— .Flintwish x Ashenfall, littermate to Promisekit, Tinykit, & Mercykit
— . 2 moons old, ages on the 1st
— .An ill-proportioned, smoky molly with bright amber eyes and an exceedingly curly, tangled pelt.
— .Enthusiastic and vibrant, easily distracted, prideful & caring - friendly within reason
— .Peaceful & healing powerplay permitted - brushing up against her, shoulder bumps, etc.
— .Penned by Hijinks - feel free to DM me on Discord to plot! ^^
