private The Flutterings of All Your Wings ☪ Kitewail

[Mumblekit]

Mumblekit

Status: Curious, Searching

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Mumblekit watched from the shadows. She watched Wiltingkit's parent go about their day. Or...whatever it was they did during the day. She hadn't paid much attention to the small family outside of Wiltingkit...She thinks they were friends now though so maybe she should get to know them? Kitewail didn't...seem mean. Not like the other adults. So maybe she wouldn't get bit? She glanced around nervously before the small kit slowly crept over to the small adult. Mumble stayed hunkered low to the ground, fully prepared to run if this went wrong. She wasn't getting bit today thank you very much. "Hi..." pale green eyes watched the adult briefly, waiting for a negative reaction before deeming it safe to continue. "Are you...Wiltingkit's...Mama?" Was that what the kits called their parent? She...didn't know. She called Mother mama so surely the others would...but she didn't know. She doesn't think their father was here. The black pelted tabby looked around briefly for any sign of a tom that could be their dad but she didn't think it was anyone here. The little family had certainly never interacted with anyone like that. "Are you...nice? To Wiltingkit? She's Mumble's friend...Mumble thinks...Mumble's Father isn't nice." She frowns at the other as she finishes speaking. Hopefully at least Wiltingkit would have nice parents. She deserved that much at least, even if Mumble didn't.
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It's my Curse to try and make it right ☪────☪────☪ But by trying make it Worse

• OOC: @KITEWAIL
• 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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[KITEWAIL]

Kitewail, in some ways, is grateful Mumblekit has befriended their offspring. In a place brimming with bitterness and strife Kitewail finds it refreshing to observe some of Mumblekit's innocence, and what they also perceive to be as fragility. The kit is something like an oddity, starkly contrasting their own kits which already know the reality of the world bearing down on them. The tabby pities Mumblekit too, for being without a parent such as themself— present. It is not their priority— no one but their own brood is of significance to them— but Kitewail will periodically check (from afar) that the kit is having her most basic needs met.

Kitewail plucks feathers from a measly bird in preparation for their offspring's next meal, periodically the tabby will place a feather beneath their tail tip so they will not be stolen by the New-leaf breeze. They will use them to cushion their prickly nest; the kits deserve some nights of comfort before depart on their journey to the Twolegplace, although they are sure nothing could compare to the cushy couches Florabreeze told them about once. As they work their short ears remain perked, which swivel toward the light sound of pawsteps. "...Mumblekit...!" They greet the kit with a surprised rasp, it isn't often anyone but Coyotecrown approaches them.

'Are you...Wiltingkit's...Mama?' The tabby winces at the kit's incorrect term for them— but not for the reasons another could be displeased by. Florabreeze is their Mama, Kitewail would say if they were in Skyclan, but they weren't and Mumblekit wouldn't know any wiser. "I am their... Da," they correct them softly with a crooked, peculiar smile. It isn't their intention to make her feel bad for something she wouldn't know. The brief smile dissipates in a tight-lipped smile in response to Mumblekit's next question. "Why... of course I am... I would never be... I would never dare to be mean to her or her siblings."

Their meal is forgotten about, as are the feathers which dance away as Kitewail repositions to crouch to Mumblekit's level. "Yes... your father is not nice, it must be... difficult to... be so unloved..." As soon as the contemplative words leave their maw, Kitewail registers it was unintentionally rude. Their ears flicker back in evident worry and they peer at her in an attempt to understand if had upset her. Rapidly they murmur, "That is why... it is very good Wiltingkit has befriended you... she is very loved and... that can rub off on you..."

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shame is sharp, and my skin gives so easy

• KITE ; KITESTORM ; KITEWAIL 》 a small statured black tabby with compact muscles but the very first thing one would notice are the welted scars beneath their eyes. kitewail is perceptive & clever. may appear unfriendly due to neutral expressions but is very sociable, or rather once was; in their current situation kitewail does not speak to anyone unless they approach another first. they have a soft, monotonous voice with a rasp to it. their gentle side is only reserved for their unborn kits, they do not care much for any duskclanner.
  ✧ 43, ages every 21st ✧ they/them ✧ mate to Florabreeze
  ✧ peaceful powerplay allowed, all opinions IC

  
  

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[Mumblekit]

Mumblekit

Status: Confused, Determined

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Mumblekit flinches back just as Kitewail does, worried she had upset the other, worried she would be lashed at. "Sorry. Mumble sorry. So sorry." Apologies drip from her maw in a rush, a defense mechanism. She is instead surprised when the other just corrects her, says that Kitewail is Wiltingkits Da. So her friends mama wasn't here? Like hers? How sad. They were cut from the same cloth then perhaps. One in the same. She didn't wish for another to be like her though...Lost and lonely...

"Good. Good. Mumble is happy. Mumble's friend's parent is good." She stares intensely at the other. Hoping her point of it better stay that way gets across. She doesn't want to harm another but Wiltingkit is all she has, the only friendly face here. She would not lose that spark of light. Not to someone like her own Father. "Mama loves Mumble." This is a fact she knows. A fact that keeps her going through life. To reunite with her mother. She tilts her head curiously at the shadow of a cat in front of her, Wiltingkit's love can rub off on her? That...didn't make any sense. She squinted at Kitewail in confusion. "Mumble does not understand. But Ok. Mumble likes her friend." That she knows. Mumblekit understands that. She does not know if she would attribute it to love though. So far everyone she has loved has been ripped from her life and she was not risking that with Wiltingkit. Her friend must stay, be happy. Mumble would make sure of that.

"Promise Mumble that her friend will stay happy...Mumble promises to protect her friend in return."
A decisive nod of the small child's head, as if promising the world wasn't an impossible task for her to do. As if she wouldn't utterly fail at this one prospect in her life. But in her small mind she couldn't afford to fail, to fail out here is to die, and Mumblekit and Wiltingkit must live.
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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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