THE FEELING CAME LATE ✥ INTRO

[GRAVEKIT]

THERE'S A FAWN IN THE FENCE THAT ——————​

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A shiver is always present around Gravekit, he doesn't take to the colder weather well at all. A sneeze feels like a clap of thunder, he grimaces at the feeling as he stands in the open space of camp. His bobbed tail twitches as he watches Ramkit take to the snow with ease, making games out of it and playing in it as if she's just playing with the grass buried underneath. He's not supposed to be out here without his mother, it had been a rule between the two of them and he usually takes to it well. Today there is a small streak of rebellion, blinking slowly the kitten decides to approach his den mate. "Play with me?" It's rare for him to ask, liking to keep to himself and his suffocatingly tight family unit. Ramkit accepts, he wonders if that's why.

It's exciting, at least at first. The rush of adrenalin and blood as they play fight is fun to him. Experiencing a sliver of the fun that he sees his den mates have all the time, it's a slower pace only because Gravekit sets it. The pair jump back and forth at one another and that is something he's comfortable with. The cold becomes the least of his worries when Ramkit decides to pounce, bowling the pair of them over. A flurry of limbs and paws skid lightly across the snow, her paw collides with his nose and that kills the fun right then and there. Raised to believe even the smallest bump is life threatening due to his mothers reactions it's only natural for a shrill cry to fill the air.

Gravekit is an emotional child, it's easy for him to go from eerie silence to a owls screech like cry. "RAMKIT HIT ME!" He manages to scream in between hiccupped sobs. He isn't sure what breaking a bone is like, realistically a small bump on the nose isn't that but to him it's the worst fracture of all.

| tagging @RAMKIT but no need to wait <33​

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[Fireflyglow]

"No hitting each other, young ones." Fireflyglow states seriously, half-way picking through Fawnkit's fur to remove a pesky tick that had embedded itself in his neck fur. It had grown warm with blood, swollen and big- he could feel the bulbous body beneath his teeth, but just can't get under it! The kits bowling eachother over and playfighting was one thing, but it becoming something like an argument? Well, he couldn't have that.

"Play gently. Save the roughplaying for when you're apprentices and training." He says softly, leaving no room for argument. If one were to continue the fight, Fireflyglow would give them a sightless glare in their direction.

// @Fawnkit~​

SKYCLAN MEDICINE CAT ✦ 28 MOONS ✦ CHUNKY, BIG-FOOTED SEAL POINT ✦ TAGS​

 

[Fawnpaw~]

[ ༻ 𓆩✧𓆪 ༺ ] Fawnkit sat stiffly while Fireflyglow worked to rid him of the pesky flea when his attention focused onto the form of Gravekit and Ramkit, the other beginning to wail over what appeared to be an accident and the fawn tom was about move in to calm the situation down and mediate over the younger two when Fireflyglow was quicker in stating not to hit each other making the kit relax slightly, but kept his bi-colored eyes focused on the two younger ones, curling his plumed tail around his paws.

"We don't want the queens fretting over you guys getting hurt" he softly placed in, taking a deep breath in to inhale the herb scented fur of the medicine cat who had made it clear he would leave no room for arguments from the younger kits...but, they will probably continue to play roughly, after all many kits their age show their eagerness to become apprentices while Fawnkit still felt the tangled knots of anxiousness of his apprenticeship that was coming closer and closer each and every day.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── You can t be caught you ll never fall ──┐‎

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  Fawnkit 𓆩✧𓆪 He/Him, Kit of Skyclan, 5 moons.
  ⭃ Fluffy Fawn with low white with bi-colored eyes (Blue and Yellow)
  ⭃ NPC x NPC
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[Cherryblossom]

Kitten wails are nothing new. She's accustomed to tuning them out now, letting even the shrillest of shrieks fade into the background hum of camp life. However, it's not often she's close enough to nursery for it to personally affect her.

"Oh yes, because us warriors just love training apprentices with soft, blunt paws." Cherryblossom meows loudly, rolling her eyes so hard she's sure Fireflyglow can feel the friction of her irises against the walls of her eye sockets. Despite the obnoxious comment, Cherryblossom regards the gentle pair of medicine cat and kit with nothing more than faint, derisive amusement.

Lemon-tinged eyes skip over them and squarely onto her half-sister and her ill-chosen playmate. "Chill out, you don't even look hurt," she snidely remarks, wrinkling her nose at Gravekit. This crybaby and Ramkit do look messy, however. She licks a paw and draws it over her untorn ear, then flicks it towards the pair as if casting the little bits of dust and trash it picked up all over them.​

 

[LAMBKIT]

When he and Ramkit roughhouse, it is no gentle affair. Often the adults have to grab them by the scruffs and pull them apart with sharp reprimands to play nice but Ramkit never seemed to mind. She never cried when he hit her, at least, and he never cried when she hit him. Around his sister, he never had to hold back. It's one of the many things he liked about playing with her over the other kits.

He is tired right now, content to watch from the sidelines as his littermate plays in the snow. His ears lay flat and his berry-pink tongue sticks out as his jaws part to yawn. He doesn't want to go to sleep though, not just yet, and he will do everything within his power to fight it as long as possible. He is definitely not thinking of how warm the nest he shares with Butterflytuft and his sister probably is when it happens. Another kit has asked to play with his sister, and that would be fine had it not been for what he watched unfold. Ramkit hits the other kit on the nose. It is not a hard hit like the ones he is accustomed to by her paw, but Gravekit cries out as if it was. A sneer finds its way to his features immediately.

He pushes himself to his paws to confront his wailing denmate, but Fireflyglow and Fawnkit beat him there. Gentle reprimands aimed towards his sister take him aback. be more gentle they admonish and Lambkit hates it. Were LionClan kits gentle when they play-fought? Would all the horrible things that went bump in the night be? And besides it hardly mattered, Ramkit had barely touched him, he had seen it. "Liar" he seethes "Liar, Ramkit barely touched you!" for a moment he wants to reach out and hit his denmate as hard as he can, teach him what it really meant to get hit. But he takes one look at the snot dripping from his crusty nose, the tears soaking his cheeks, and he thinks twice. Would Butterflytuft approve? Probably not. Instead he goes to stand next to his big sister who seems to be the only other cat here making sense. "Yeah!" he says in way of backing her up "You're fine Gravekit, stop being such a scaredy mouse." no one wanted to play with a crybaby, after all. The sooner Gravekit learn that, the better.

-ˋˏ ༻❁✿❀༺ ˎˊ- but I’d stand in the garden with you

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  LAMBKIT SKYCLAN KITTEN ; HE / HIM
  SLATESNARL X ORANGESTAR LITTERMATE TO RAMKIT; HALF BROTHER TO CHERRYBLOSSOM, OWLHEART, GLIMMERSUN, TAWNYCLAW & EGGBOUNCE
  

  A fluffy cream coated tom with mismatched white socked toes, a white marking blazing a trail down his face, and striking blue eyes.

  ✿ easy in battle + no formal training
  ✿ difficult to befriend
  ✿ Peaceful + healing power-play allowed, anything else with permission only
  

 

[edenberry ?!]

Their heart hammers in their chest anytime there is a shrill, tiny-mouthed cry. It can't be helped... a learned fear, one that haunts them despite the distance from their own kits. They stare after the scene with wary, itchy paws... they yearn to rush in and scoop Gravekit out of the situation, even if it's just play. Just to save him from his fears. Genuine danger or not... he didn't deserve to feel attacked- kits do not lie out of maliciousness.

Blossoms cuts like they are shards of ice, a grating, unwelcome growling. An unkindness. Or maybe it's just bias. Edenberry doesn't stop to worry about the deeper meaning, sliding in beside Fireflyglow as a show of support for the medicine cat's words.

"Conveniently all five leaders seemed to agree that learning to fight before six moons was dangerous," they interject, citing the warrior code since Cherryblossom seems so keen to forget it when it suits her. They do not spare her so much as a glance, already crawling under their skin just to be in her proximity at all. "Let me see," they ask, turning towards the wailing youth with a smile falsely pressed into their features to reassure him.

They sniff at his nose, his cheek, exhale intentionally against the thin furs of his ears in hopes of tickling him a little to shake the crocodile tears away. "I don't know Fireflyglow, I think he's got a case of ouchie nose... Do you have any of those super gross herbs that'll fix it?" They're willing to play along... maybe the promise of having to take disgusting medicine would inspire some 'miraculous, sudden bravery' in Gravekit.

⟡₊ ⊹ i ll betray you like a man

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• -- edenberry / skyclan daylight warrior / any pronouns / 19 moons
  -- mostly white with black pinstripe and green eyes / scarred face and back
  -- color #728c69