pafp tail tucked [apology]

𓆝 . ° ✦ Grasskit hadn't spoken to Ferretkit for a few days. He looked away quickly when their eyes met. Tried to be in the nursery at the same time as little as possible. Small things that ate at him as time went on. He tossed and turned in his sleep, feeling guilty. He didn't really even understand the feeling, just that it felt bad and he didn't like it. He'd felt bad enough that he barely protested Nightingalecry grooming him, which was a feat in and of itself. On the bright side to that bit, at least he looked slightly nicer than usual.

The fawn tabby sat by himself with his rock collection he'd hidden behind the nursery. Sorting by color, size, sparkle factor, all categories mostly for the purpose of having anything else to think about other than how he had spat at his friend. And meant it. Then an idea struck him. He could fix it! He scanned over his groups of rocks and chose a semi-smooth clear quartz. Picking up the rock gently in his teeth, he came out from behind the nursery to look for Ferretkit. Once he found her, he felt a nervous flutter in his chest. He almost abandoned the thought right then and there before he huffed at himself. Forcing himself to go, he ended up in front of her before he'd even really had the chance to think of anything to say. " 'm-" he mumbled a start before realizing he'd not let go of the rock. He quickly placed the rock at his paws and started over. " 'm sorry,"

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  • ooc: baby's first conflict omg! pls wait for @ferretkit
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    NAME — HE/HIM ・ 3 MOONS ・ KIT & WINDCLAN ・ PENNED BY TWITCHTAIL
    Small fawn tabby with pale green eyes.
    "speak" thoughts action
    — peaceful, healing, and minor injury powerplay allowed
 
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Ferretkit hadn't quite gotten over her brief spat with Grasskit. It was a kit's argument indeed, a classic fight about boys and girls. She had selfishly proclaimed that tom-kits couldn't be as pretty and regal as herself, which is why the beautiful ladybug was called a ladybug. In doing so, she had seemingly hurt Grasskit, whom snapped at her in return.

She'd never meant to hurt Grasskit, but truthfully, she was more appalled by the gall he had to stand up to her and the fact that just maybe she had been wrong, than she was by his words. She had owned up to it then, albeit haphazardly, and moved on with grace as she always did. But now, Grasskit was avoiding her. He couldn't still be mad at her, could he? What did he want, for her to apologize more? In his dreams, she'd spitefully think.

But.. loathed as she was to admit it, it did feel kinda bad that he wouldn't meet her eyes anymore. If Ferretkit considered any cat a friend more than a part of her clique to show off, it was Grasskit. He was mellow and truthful, much moreso than Gravekit, who behaved similarly to herself in wanting fame and glory. He felt more.. real, if the child could conceptualize such a trait. She was as boastful as ever around him, but found that she could let herself loose a little as well. She was missing it, ever since their argument.

The way her eyes lit up when her friend finally approached her, after those long few days of avoidance, was never seen before in the usually uptight she-kit. Though, if anyone asked, she'd say it was for the glittery rock that he had clutched in his mouth. Then, she almost forgot - she was supposed to be mad, because they had a fight and Grasskit was avoiding her. So she furrowed her brows and pursed her lips as Grasskit began to mumble, before dropping his rock on the ground between them. Then, Ferretkit softened.

"Sorry?" Ferretkit echoed. He did snap at her, and it took her aback, but it didn't really hurt her feelings as much as it did bruise her ego. Not quite as much as the avoidance. And.. she kind of started it, didn't she? The revelation that Ferretkit could be at fault for all of this horrified her, but.. maybe, just this once, she could let it go. Grasskit brought her a pretty stone, after all. "Okay," she responded slowly, after those moments of thought. She let go of her exaggerated expression of anger, all save for the subtle twitch of her ears as she strained to say what came next: "I guess.. I'm sorry too. I don't think you're.. ugly, or whatever."

Of course, it wouldn't be Ferretkit without a dismissive sniff. Her eyes trailed down to the stone again. It was clear, partly smooth and the other half jagged. It glittered in the sunlight, if caught at the right angle. She'd never seen such a rock - she felt it'd complement her well. Maybe that's why Grasskit picked it of all things. "Is that for me? Where did you get it?"

  • speech is #F8C3AF

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    FERRETKIT
    ━━ KIT of WINDCLAN | 5 MOONS ,, ages every 31st
    ━━ NPC xx NPC | SIBLING to gorsekit
    ━━ MATE to none | PARENT to none
    ━━ MENTOR to none | MENTORED by none

 
*+:。.。 Frightkit didn't think it was an argument. Frightkit thought it was a game, like every interaction she's ever had with anyone - all games! The yelling was the comedy, the storming off was the punchline! There was nothing anyone should've felt bad about because, well, none of it was bad! When are games ever bad? An improbable concept!

Frightkit watched the mature moment between two budding friends with a flick of her ear. It was a curious sight, to see 'sorries' passed between them like it was some magic word that carried an invisible weight to it. She could practically touch it, though not if she reached out with a paw. Of course, she wasn't wholly ignorant of the concept of apologies. She just knew that there were very specific circumstances when they were warranted. For example, when you slap your brother too hard and mommy says if you don't say it then you can't have supper. But Grasskit hadn't been threatened with no food, nor had Ferretkit, yet here they were. Apologizing. But who in this story got slapped? And why were both of them apologizing?
Flexing her paws, Fry would tilt her head to the side, before ambling towards the duo.
Maybe she was overthinking it. This must have to do with something other than the time Ferretkit said he couldn't be pretty - even if she alluded to such. After all, Frightkit had been there. And it had all been a silly game.
What was there to apologize for?

"Woah! Nice rock Ferretkit! " Frightkit would mew, focusing on more important matters. Pressing against her brother, she would grin down at his timid lilac self, "Did you pull it from your secret stash? Wowee, if I apologize, can I have one, too? "



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    GENERAL:
    Frightkit
    DFAB— She/Her — Unsure
    2 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
    Windclan Kit
    Sister to Deathkit, Witherkit, Grasskit, Whitekit and Midnightkit

    COMBAT:
    Physically very easy | mentally very easy
    Attack in bold #1b1e21
    injuries: None
 
𓆝 . ° ✦ He sat down carefully, almost afraid that any wrong move would ruin the moment. Hearing her repeat his apology in surprise had him holding his breath. What if she turned her nose at him? What if she was still upset? Ferretkit's green gaze studying him, analyzing him with only the kind of authority she seemed to carry. Then she relented. Grasskit huffed softly, relaxing just a bit. Even if her returned apology was in classic Ferretkit style, he didn't mind. That was just the way she was. And he liked the way she was.

Before he had a chance to answer her, Frightkit nearly made him jump out of his fur with her usual chipper voice cutting through. His sister certainly had a knack for timing. Or not. Her warm body leaning on his was at least a familiar comfort. "Wha- hey, it's called a secret stash," he protested. His ears grew hot with embarrassment. "it's meant to be secret," he mumbled. Turning back toward Ferretkit, though avoiding her eyes, he finally answered her. "Yeah, 's for you,"

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    NAME — HE/HIM ・ 3 MOONS ・ KIT & WINDCLAN ・ PENNED BY TWITCHTAIL
    Small fawn tabby with pale green eyes.
    "speak" thoughts action
    — peaceful, healing, and minor injury powerplay allowed