private That original lifeline ⸙ Vulturekit

[Brackenpaw]

Brackenpaw is no stranger to solidarity behaviour or isolating oneself from their peers. They often participated in that behaviour as a kit and it has carried further as they became an apprentice. All the noise could be annoying at times and she didn’t particularly appreciate it nor could she really stand to be around it. It was also just easier to rely on herself, there were parts of them that wished that she spoke with her den-mates more often. They still kept quiet around den-mates now but didn’t shy away from an opportunity to be social unlike when she was a young kit.

This solitary behaviour was starting to be identified in others now that they had more awareness for those around her. Currently she had noticed it in Vulturekit, the dark tabby didn’t really seem too interested in playing with his den-mates. When he did he always seemed to be… lecturing them? Or rather holding an overbearing presence in general. It shouldn’t matter, Brackenpaw wasn’t this kit’s friend nor sibling so she shouldn’t care. Yet they identify with him slightly in this behaviour, that ends up being her motivation for approaching him with a small beetle cradled in their paw, still alive and wriggling. It was awkward trying to walk around without using one of her paws, faintly she wonders how Sunstar seems to manage it.

They draw themself from those thoughts as they approach the kit, holding out a beetle in their paw in an attempt to show the child. “I brought you this. It’s not dead or anything” They comment as she set the bug down, watching it immediately start it’s attempt to skitter off with interest. Tail flicking as the calico wills herself to not jump on it, instead turning her attention back to Vulturekit. “How come you’re not playing? Too hot?” There’s no edge to her voice, a rare sight to be seen only saved for when they spoke to kits.

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‎‎ ‎┌── Im just a dog ⸙ with no bite ──┐‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

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  ooc. @Vulturekit. Wow what cool potential friends I sure hope that everyone is still here post invasion /lh (set before the DuskClan invasion)
  
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• BIOGRAPHY
  ✩ they/she, tunneler apprentice of Windclan, 8 moons (ages on the 22nd)
  ⭃ a lithe and fragile looking calico that looks like they still need to grow into her ears
  ⭃ Speech, thoughts, attacking
  ⭃ NPC x NPC, mentored by Bluefrost
  ⭃ easy to befriend other kits, gradually harder to befriend every rank after that
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Juice ↛ @/ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  ⭃ All opinions are IC!! Bracken is a little hater
  

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[Vulturepaw]

˖⁺‧₊ ☽◯☾ ₊‧⁺˖ 　Vulturekit is not a sociable type. He was born with nothing but jagged angles, sharp fur and sharper eyes. His words are chopped up, harsh and stuttering, and his heart is as flighty as a bird. No, he is not one to flit through games and conversations; there is no ease in interacting with others. He tries, though. He molds himself in the image of his dad when he can, worrying over other kits even as he shies from them.

It's tiring, speaking to other kits. The tiny speck of dark fur seems impossibly old in his ways, worrisome and solitary. His attempts at friendliness are often met with sighs and glares, and it draws him even further into himself. At the least, it is not too terrible on his lonesome. He brushes up dirt with an idle paw, tracing mindless little shapes. His head is down, crouched to watch the way that sooty earth shifts under his paw.

And then, all of a sudden, there is a beetle in front of his nose.

"Ah!" The kit shoots up, eyes wide. His gaze shifts between the bug and the apprentice before him, searching for some kind of explanation. He is offered little, merely that the bug is not dead. That much he can see. "Yeah it's - um. D-d-definitely not," he mutters, watching the thing skitter away. Their question is met with an agitated flick of a spiny tail. "I d-don't feel like it. It's, um g-g-g -" Inhale. "Going. The buh-bug." He changes the subject back to the more interesting matter at hand quickly, though he makes no move to stop the feeling beetle.

‎‎┌── FOR I HATE THE BUILDINGS ⛧ AND THE WAY THEY TOWER OVER ME ──┐‎

• rolled a 2 for how well he reacts to the beetle </3
  

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  VULTUREKIT ⛧ he / they, kit of windclan, four moons.
  ⭃ a spiky-furred dark tabby with amber eyes.
  ⭃ skittish and dour, with little time for typical kit games.
  ⭃ micheal x npc, adopted by periwinklebreeze. sibling to dustkit and bilberrykit.
  ⭃ 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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[Brackenpaw]

Vulturekit's reaction to the beetle was not something that Brackenpaw had expected, they stare at him incredulously instead of offering an explanation. There was an expectation of him understanding that this was a conversational topic and yet that clearly isn't the case, there was a miscommunication here that she had no desire to address. There was much more of a preference to continue forwards from here, that scrutinizing gaze shifts to one of amusement. "Do you want it to go? Or would you rather it stay?" Their tail flicks as she tilts her head towards the kit, pointedly ignoring the fact that their question was met with an agitated tail flick.

Instead the calico circles around beside him to sit down, sitting in such a position so that their tail could block the path of the fleeing beetle until she was told if they would prefer it to remain here or not. She rolls his answer to her question about why he doesn't play in her head, they didn't feel like it? How strange, but not uncommon. They were not the biggest fan of their denmates when she was a child so she could hold solidarity for the tabby sitting beside them. "I never felt like it either" they remark without adding further onto it, the statement alone spoke volumes despite the lack of length to it.

"So what do you like to do then?" They weren't too sure what to even ask, clearly kit games were a touchy subject. Bright yellow-green eyes cast downwards, first at the beetle in it's journey. Shiny brown exoskeleton exposed to the sun, causing her to squint from the slight glare. When that became too much the tunneler apprentices sight was led astray, now looking down at the shapes that Vulturekit had been tracing into the dirt. "Could you show me how to do that?" They gesture to the shapes on the dirt, looking back over at the kit. It wasn't a hard thing do to, to draw shapes like that. They thought it would be a better point of communication then shoving a beetle in front of his face, as much as they would defend that choice.

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‎‎ ‎┌── Im just a dog ⸙ with no bite ──┐‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

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• BIOGRAPHY
  ✩ they/she, tunneler apprentice of Windclan, 8 moons (ages on the 22nd)
  ⭃ a lithe and fragile looking calico that looks like they still need to grow into her ears
  ⭃ Speech, thoughts, attacking
  ⭃ NPC x NPC, mentored by Bluefrost
  ⭃ easy to befriend other kits, gradually harder to befriend every rank after that
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Juice ↛ @/ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  ⭃ All opinions are IC!! Bracken is a little hater
  

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[Vulturepaw]

˖⁺‧₊ ☽◯☾ ₊‧⁺˖ 　The beetle continues its skittering, back glinting in the sunlight. Vulturekit's eyes are wide as he watches it go. Brackenpaw's questions don't make much sense to him. Is this some kind of test? Why exactly would they give him a bug in the first place? Frustration creeps into his voice as he speaks. "It's - I d-dunno. It's k-k-kinda c-creepy." Too many legs, that's the problem. A sheepish glance is given to the apprentice after they speak. Maybe that wasn't the right answer. "Sorry. It c-can stay if it wants to," he mumbles in a rush. She seems fine with it, and he doesn't want to be mean. He curls in on himself, just a little.

He does not look at Brackenpaw as they sit beside him. His eyes trace the movements of the bug, quiet and tense. She does not chide him for his lack of energy, not as many of his clanmates might. Instead, she asks what he likes. It gives him pause. What does he like? Everything is so scary... He likes being with his family, he likes finding little blossoms in all the hidden corners of camp, and...

She gestures to the lines in the sand before him. There are no plants here to catch his eye, yet the patch of dry earth is interesting nonetheless. That's the kind of thing the other kits would laugh at, he thinks. His ears press back, feeling suddenly sheepish. "Um. You just m-make shapes. See, this one's a c-c-cloud, and..." His paw sweeps not a mouse-length above the tentative shapes. He is careful not to disturb it; he is lucky that the air is still, for once. He likes the feeling of it underpaw, likes watching the way the little grains move. He moves from pointing out a blobby shape, to a more concretely settled in mark. "That's my puh-pawprint."

‎‎┌── FOR I HATE THE BUILDINGS ⛧ AND THE WAY THEY TOWER OVER ME ──┐‎

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  VULTUREKIT ⛧ he / they, kit of windclan, four moons.
  ⭃ a spiky-furred dark tabby with amber eyes.
  ⭃ skittish and dour, with little time for typical kit games.
  ⭃ micheal x npc, adopted by periwinklebreeze. sibling to dustkit and bilberrykit.
  ⭃ 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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[Brackenpaw]

He's given a contemplative hum in response, kind of creepy? Her gaze trails off to the beetle once again, I guess it can be kind of creepy? They're just a kit so I can't really say anything bad about that. A rare moment of reasoning that she really only used to explain away the actions of those younger than themself. Their sharp eyes discern the way that he curls into himself and she finds herself straightening up in response, trying to keep an air of friendly neutrality to them. She liked bugs sure, she personally thought it was neat to see them move around but she wouldn't force him to like it. With a shrug of her shoulders she lifts up her tail, allowing the little insect to carry on with it's escape plan. "You don't have to apologise because you don't like something" she's uncharacteristically soft in tone, offering a small smile to show that they weren't upset with him.

Who would Brackenpaw be if they tried to be upset with him because he didn't like something? She had no clue that he had such turmoil over being perceived as mean, at least they didn't lie about it she guesses. That has to attest to something, not sure what though. Brackenpaw had never been one to hide a tone or a feeling, especially to anyone older than her. Maybe Vulturekit could benefit from that and yet sometimes that attitude can be at the determent to herself... maybe not? Ugh, how confusing. How can anyone ever give advice? Dragged from her annoyed reflection of thoughts they stare at the shapes that he gestures towards.

"Make shapes?" She parrots curiously as they stare at the shapes, yes they could see that this was some kind of cloud. Keenly she is aware of how careful he is regarding them, and tries to be careful when shifting to lean over to get a better look at them. They stare at his pawprint with a slight tilt to their head, appearing to be studying this shape. "Do you like to make shapes? It looks like fun" she decides with a nod, an air of finality to their statement as she takes a stance on something that didn't really need such a hard stance. An ear twitches as they look over at Vulturekit once again "could you show me how to make shapes?" It's an earnest question, it did seem pretty fun.

Shuffling back a little bit they press their paw in the sand, a respectable distance from the dark tabby's own creations in case they were to accidentally disturb the sand surrounding them. After a moment they pull their paw back to create their own blob like paw print. With a hum of satisfaction she glances his way again. Trying to mimic whatever movements she assumed he did to create his pictures, they dig an unsteady claw into the sand, trying to create a drawing that was meant to be Vulturekit. Rather ambitious for someone who hadn't attempted this in their kithood or life in general until this current moment, it was rather abstract with a circle for a head and a tiny poorly drawn body.

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‎‎ ‎┌── Im just a dog ⸙ with no bite ──┐‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

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  ooc.
  
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• BIOGRAPHY
  ✩ they/she, tunneler apprentice of Windclan, 8 moons (ages on the 22nd)
  ⭃ a lithe and fragile looking calico that looks like they still need to grow into her ears
  ⭃ Speech, thoughts, attacking
  ⭃ NPC x NPC, mentored by Bluefrost
  ⭃ easy to befriend other kits, gradually harder to befriend every rank after that
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Juice ↛ @/ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  ⭃ All opinions are IC!! Bracken is a little hater
  

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[Vulturepaw]

˖⁺‧₊ ☽◯☾ ₊‧⁺˖ 　Vulturekit knows little of the cats outside the nursery. Before the kidnapping, their world was small. They had no need to seek out cats like Brackenpaw, and thus they hold no knowledge of the restraint the normally thorny cat shows. Their patience seems a guaranteed thing to a kit that has seen nothing else, and it eases the fraying nerves of the young tom.

Her voice is soft. You don't have to apologise because you don't like something. It's an odd thing to say, and they're not quite sure what to make of it. He blinks away from their smile, feeling a bit embarrassed for having apologized in the first place. He never seems to know the right thing to say.

It seems she hasn't asked about his drawings in order to make fun of him, at least. That much is a relief, and he is awkward - but less defensive - as he responds. "Uh, sure." He stares down at the dirt for a moment, before shifting to a better position. A clean spot, away from the cloud he was working on. "It's not hard," he murmurs, paw moving forwards. A quick glance towards Brackenpaw, and he begins his work.

There's something calming about the way the earth shifts underpaw, gentle and featherlight. He traces lines out carefully in the dust, leaning in to focus. Practiced paws work quicker than usual, so that the apprentice doesn't lose their patience. A few curves here, then a line... And finally he presses his paw carefully down and twists around it to make a lumpy dot. He straightens up, satisfied. It's a bit haphazard, but a suitable example nonetheless. "See, I just made a flower, and... Um. What is that supposed t-t-to be?" It seems that Brackenpaw has started before the demonstration was finishes. He leans in, narrowing his eyes and tilting his head, as though a better angle might reveal what that strange blob is.

‎‎┌── FOR I HATE THE BUILDINGS ⛧ AND THE WAY THEY TOWER OVER ME ──┐‎

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  VULTUREKIT ⛧ he / they, kit of windclan, five moons.
  ⭃ a spiky-furred dark tabby with amber eyes.
  ⭃ skittish and dour, with little time for typical kit games.
  ⭃ micheal x npc, adopted by periwinklebreeze. sibling to dustkit and bilberrykit.
  ⭃ 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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[Brackenpaw]

They never can really say anything right, huh? They’ll keep trying though, maybe one day they’ll figure out their social standing. To figure out how to carry a conversation without fumbling and tripping over social faux pas like this. Still, even amidst her blunders Vulturekit doesn’t seem to be deterred by their presence. So she keeps going, stubbornly persistent as always. They shift and lean forward, trying to get a better angle at the space where he begins to work. There was something peaceful to it, that concentration and the comfortable silence that Brackenpaw at least falls into.

They watch him for a moment, learning what's supposed to happen before turning and taking her own paw to the dirt. It was less that they lacked the patience to see it through but rather that they were quite eager to give it a shot. They never spoke about it but she carried a rather hungry curiosity and an eagerness to try new things, that included something as simple as trying to draw. They don’t really register that this act could be seen as a slight or deemed rude to the kit, hopefully they wouldn’t think that. Her head perks up at their voice, expectant for Vulturekit to just instantly know what this means. When it seems that he didn’t they prolong the silence, trying to figure out what to say.

Was it silly that they tried to draw him? No, clearly he just needed a better angle. “It’s you.” She gestures to the blob on the earth then back to Vulturekit. “See, I made him spikey just like you” they didn’t think that it needed to be pointed out but maybe she was wrong. With a clipped hum she looked over at the flower “can you help me make a flower then? Maybe I’ll be better at that” it would have helped if she sat through his entire demonstration but oh well.

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‎‎ ‎┌── Im just a dog ⸙ with no bite ──┐‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

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  ooc. Apologies for the late reply I couldn't help but throw another reply in this thread hjk I love these two very much they're fun to me
  
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• Brackenpaw
  ✩ they/she, tunneler apprentice of Windclan, 9 moons (ages on the 22nd)
  ⭃ a lithe and fragile looking calico that looks like they still need to grow into her ears
  ⭃ Speech, thoughts, attacking
  ⭃ NPC x NPC, mentored by Bluefrost
  ⭃ easy to befriend other kits, gradually harder to befriend every rank after that
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Juice ↛ @/ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  ⭃ All opinions are IC!! Bracken is a little hater
  

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