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[BLUEFROST]

"Foalkit. Come here, now. Stop chewing your sister's ear." Her tone is full of the frost her children have come to know from their mother; her gaze is sharp, each eye narrowed into an emerald slit. The kits are rambunctious today, and have begun to use their teeth on anything that moves. Her own tail and paws have felt her children's fury, though no doubt Thriftfeather has had the brunt of it; she is quick to redirect them toward their father when they get mouthy.

Foalkit likes to mimic his brother, that word Bluefrost has come to detest — "No!" — but, to her surprise, her darkest kitten obeys her. He detaches from the littermate he'd been accosting and begins to waddle toward her from across the nursery.

Bluefrost waits. Is this the first time she's asked him to do something so directly? He diverts; he stumbles; he pauses. His path is far from linear. There is a bit of smoked fur covering his pale blue eyes, but when he finally reaches her, she parts the hair there and stares into his little whiskered face.

"Thriftfeather?" Her tone is calm, this time, not like it had been with Asterkit and her missing paw. Bluefrost lets Foalkit go, wriggling and unaware that he is deficient in anything, before turning to face her nestmate with a serious expression.

"Get my sister, please. Something is..." She chews on her words for a moment. "Cottonsprig, please. Celandinepaw, too, if she is available."

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• ooc: @Thriftfeather @cottonsprig @CELANDINEPAW @sootkit. @Asterkit @rimekit @FOALKIT @Comfreykit
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• Bluekit . Bluepaw . Bluefrost, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 18 moons old, ages realistically on the 14th.
  — mentored by Sootstar ; mentoring Brackenpaw ; previously mentored n/a.
  — windclan queen. sootstar x weaselclaw, gen 2.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh blue smoke she-cat with white and emerald eyes. aloof, dignified, poised, haughty, composed, distant.
  
  

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[rimekit]

Rimekit winces every now and then as Foalkit’s sharp teeth dig too hard into her ear. Their wrestling match earlier had fatigued her muscles, leaving her prone to the nursery floor and tolerant of the victor’s ear chewing. The pale kitten knows she’s one squeal away from her brother releasing her and toddling away to find a new sibling to roughhouse with should his biting get too intense.

It does not seem to escalate that far before the chilling words of their mother interrupt the moment. Foalkit detaches himself (much to the dappled molly’s relief) and wanders in the direction of their grey and white caretaker. Rimekit notices nothing out of the ordinary and with her newfound freedom she rises to her paws and waddles towards Comfreykit to bother him.

Though she does not get far before Bluefrost’s words catch her attention. Her mother is calling for dada while looking closely at Foalkit. Why? Did he have something wrong with him? An ouchie? Rimekit’s head tilts to the side and her brows furrow slightly. “Foalkit okay?” She asks in her limited vocabulary, clearly concerned about her brother.​

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[Asterkit]

Vaguely, Asterkit had a memory of being prodded gently by her aunt and mother as a kit, unknowingly to her looking over the missing paw. She had been born that way, of course, though Bluefrost could have been forgiven for thinking it was because of the unique situation around the births of the litters.

When Foalkit is summoned, Asterkit thinks nothing of it, but is quietly glad that he is removed from their game of play. His teeth always seemed to hurt the most when he nipped her. As she bats at the ground with her paws, she is aware of Bluefrost calling for papa, before gesturing to Foalkit. Her sister asks if he okays which makes Asterkit look up. What did she mean? Was he hurt? "Okay?" She echoes, looking at Rimekit as she spoke, before glancing towards Foalkit. Asterkit gives her sister a little glance as if to ask her opinion on what was wrong but can see she was a little concerned. "We okay!" Asterkit mewed, leaning into her sister. Everything was fine, nothing was wrong.... right?​

 

[Thriftfeather]

Thriftfeather stalls for only a moment. He wants, if only for a moment, to ask Bluefrost for some kind of reassurance that it is something nonserious. His eyes flick between Bluefrost and Foalkit, enough time to confirm that the both of them are, by all appearances, just as Thriftfeather would expect them to be. The moment passes; Thriftfeather knows that, should he ask what this is about, he will only be forcing Bluefrost to repeat information that she will surely be telling Comfreysprig and Celandinepaw.

"Everyone is okay," Thriftfeather assures as he rises, stepping carefully around the kits as they amble. No matter his worry, the kit's fumbling attempts at sharing their thoughts always warms him.

Emerging from the den always lights Thriftfeather with a sense of wrongness—camp is too unchanged from how he had remembered it from before, the sky too bright when compared to the comfortable dark of the nursery. He squints his way to the medicine den, his face pointedly kept to nothing else. Even before he reaches the mouth of the den, he catches the sharp, floral scents that emerge from within. Peering inside, Thriftfeather finds Cottonsprig's familiar pelt.

"Bluefrost asked for you," Thriftfeather shifts his weight as he speaks, left to right then back again, "She's worried about—she had Foalkit with her, and then she asked me to get you. Your apprentice, too."

Thriftfeather tries to keep the worry from his own tone, tries to remain as objective as he can.​

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[Comfreykit]

Comfreykit had been quietly enjoying some time to himself when he was suddenly roused by one of his sisters toddling over to his side once she had been freed from Foalkit's gnawing. He looked up from under fuzzy brows, not at all interested in what Rimekit might have planned for him until realizing that the problem wasn't with her, but with Foalkit, rather. Mother had called upon papa for something concerning his brother, and Comfreykit shook himself, getting to unsteady paws as he curiously tottered in Foalkit's direction.

"Moth-er?" He questions, peering up at the she-cat in question before he shifts his gaze to Foalkit, who has suddenly become the center of attention. "Okay? Okay?" He echoes his sisters, not so sure that everything is as okay as Asterkit insists. He has little idea what might be wrong with his brother - he hadn't even clocked yet that one of his sisters was missing of a limb, hadn't noticed that something like that set her apart from others. What could possibly be different about Foalkit, if he had all his limbs in order?

Papa disappeared from the nursery to fetch the two that mother had mentioned, and Comfreykit watched him go forlornly.

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• COMFREYKIT ✩ kit of windclan, zero moons
  → walks hunched over.
  → peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
  → penned by Archivist → .archivist on discord.
  

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[FOALKIT]

˗ˏˋ ✶ ˎˊ˗　Stop, is quickly becoming one of Foalkit's least favorite words. Bluefrost says it so coldly, with a finality that always puts a damper on his mood. His sisters don't seem to have as much energy as him, Rimekit collapsed on the floor and Asterkit always protests his bites. He's having fun, and preferably he'd still be rolling around and biting, but he's settled for teething for now. It's something exciting, at least.

Still, he knows come well enough to let his nibbling go. Come means food or a comforting tongue rasping over his head. Come means something new, and he's always open to a change of pace. And this time, it's just for him - which must mean that she has something special in mind.

Unsteady paws tumble towards Bluefrost, uncoordinated and wandering. He bumps into one of his siblings, wrinkles his nose in focus. He heard her, but now that she's not speaking she's become harder to pinpoint. It's harder to find her by scent alone.

He needs not bump into her before a paw is being brushed across his face, and Foalkit finds himself proud for successfully doing as Bluefrost said. Unfortunately, that means that he has now run his quota for being good and obedient. The kit begins to sway on his toes, listening to the voices around him. The call for Thriftfeather is orthodox but - Cottonsprig? His ears perk up. The plush-furred cat who smells funny... He likes her. Foalkit begins to grin, thumping his paws against the ground.

A chorus of okay?s meets Foalkit's ears. He certainly feels okay - but Cottonsprig comes when someone isn't. Like Rimekit, who got to spend wayyy too much time with her. "No! No okay!" giggles Foalkit, tail held high. "Cuh... Uh..." he chews the word for a moment. "Cawww-ton. Caw-ton puh-lease," he insists, toddling around in search of the downy fur with a lopsided grin on his face.

‎‎┌── IT❜S MY ALL-TIME LOW ✶ AND I JUST CAN❜T WAIT! ──┐‎

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  FOALKIT ✶ he / him, loner kit, zero moons.
  ➳ a freckled black smoke with bicolored eyes.
  ➳ cottonsprig x foxglare; littermate to rimekit & comfreykit.
  ➳ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ➳ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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