private The Desert is Calling ☪ Privotfrost

[Mumblekit]

Mumblekit

Status: Nervous

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Mumblekit nervously approached the deputy of Duskclan. She was fully expecting this to blow up in her face. "P-privetfrost. M-mumble has question." Her ears lower and she twitches slightly as the nerves almost get the better of her. She gulps before continuing "Do t-the other clans hate D-duskclan?" Father wasn't from any of the other clans so she didn't know much about them. She only knew about their existence from the other cats here but none of them talked much about them besides their names. Maybe she could run away to one of those clans instead. Maybe their nicer, Or maybe their worse... She shudders at the thought of anything being worse than here. But at this point it may be her only option.
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It's my Curse to try and make it right ☪────☪────☪ But by trying make it Worse

• OOC: @PRIVETFROST
• Mumblekit - LH Classic Black Tabby w/ Low White and Green Eyes ☪ She/Her ☪ Duskclan Kit ☪ Penned by Snowy ☪ 3 moons
  ☪ Contact TimelordSnowy on Discord for plotting
  ☪ "Speech"
  ☪ Thoughts

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[PRIVETFROST]

White-tipped ears caught upon the voice of an orphan-parasite, a sickly tune that sang nothing of power nor aspiration. From his sentry, Privetfrost turned his attention towards the twitching mass of burr-and-bristle that composed Mumblekit. Disdain did not hide upon his stony-carved countenance, as his lip curled downwards at such insolence. "Yes." He simply stated to Mumblekit's trembling form, and his monotonous and controlled cadence had been a welcome break from the kitten's weaselish whimpers. The Duskclan deputy tilted his head to the side, hoping that such a clear-cut answer would sate the ever-burning curiosity of the child. He vaguely remembered his own childish inquisition, and perhaps that had been one part of him that he had not shed like loose fleece. A few moments later, he returned his gaze, only to see that Mumblekit still remained.

"Duskclan does not subscribe to the Warrior Code. Surely, you are aware of what that is. The Code is a fool's list of errands, nothing more and nothing less. It is the rule of cowards, but Duskclan rises above that. The Code tells you that you cannot kill another cat, no matter where they may come from. In the real world, to kill is to have power. You will never win until your enemy is completely, utterly desecrated. Ah, perhaps I have said too much to you. Your little, fluff-filled brain cannot comprehend the scale of what I have just said to you. In simple words, yes. They hate us because we are strong-willed and they are not. Understand?" One ficitious eyebrow raised as fern-green gaze rested upon the black tabby, hoping somehow that Duskclan's mission would weave itself into impressionable mind, like an elocution crafted from the very heart. She could not possibly wrap her mind around his ambitions, for she had only been consumed with such vices as grief and longing and hunger and whatnot. And yet, if there was any potential for him to shear the weakness from her heart, and leave only the sharper parts...

SIE WIRD HEUT NACHT NICHT UNTERGEH'N 🗡🗡🗡 UND DIE WELT ZÄHLT LAUT BIS ZEHN

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  PRIVETFROST & HE/HIM & 15 MOONS
  

  —— Deputy of Duskclan / Snakehiss x Berrysnap / Former mentor of Mizzlepaw
  —— Wine-dark and white-tipped, almost like a magpie. He has black fur except for the tips of his ears, his muzzle and chin, a blaze on his chest, bottom portion of the legs, outer end of the tail, and along the upper ridges of eyes. He has ghost striping that can only be seen in certain sunlight and cold, fern-green eyes.
  —— A cool and calculating despot with little regard for those that do not fall within his plans. Hard to befriend and harder to maintain a steady friendship with, though he will humor one if they have something to offer him. Ambitious and ever-inquisitive of the curiosities of his own mind.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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[Mumblekit]

Mumblekit

Status: Scared

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The tiny kit listened to the scary adult ramble on. She's not sure what the warrior code is. Father wasn't a warrior so he didn't teach it and if someone mentioned it to her she certainly didn't recall. She wouldn't bring it up though, Privetfrost seemed like the kind of cat to kill her for such a thing and she wanted to live past this conversation. She was already regretting even asking. But it told her what she needed to know. The other clan's wouldn't be safe to run to. She'd have to find Mother after escaping. I will never kill someone. I refuse. I will find a way to win without. I refuse to be Father's weapon. Mumblekit hunkered down lower, attempting to slowly creep backwards, an escape from this conversation. "Yes..." Is her only muttered reply. She understood. She understood well enough. She would have to change her plans but it was just a small hiccup in the grand scheme of things. She'd escape one way or another before they made her an apprentice. She refused to allow such a thing.
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It's my Curse to try and make it right ☪────☪────☪ But by trying make it Worse

• OOC:
• Mumblekit - LH Classic Black Tabby w/ Low White and Green Eyes ☪ She/Her ☪ Duskclan Kit ☪ Penned by Snowy ☪ 3 moons
  ☪ Contact TimelordSnowy on Discord for plotting
  ☪ "Speech"
  ☪ Thoughts

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