pafp THE LIRA TREE | owl pellets

[CUCKOOKIT]

[ Slight TW for emetophobia - nothing bad! Just a quick mention :) ]

As a purveyor of the strange and eccentric, Cuckookit found themselves wandering along the ends of Skyclan's shadow-shrouded camp. Longhaired purls of matted pelt dragged along the snowdrift, tracking grime and muck everywhere that they happened upon. Still-rosied nose twitched as wintry winds bit at their whiskers, though did not impend itself upon their bird-bone frame. They didn't mind the snow, as their thick coat tended to shield them from the worst of the intrusive talons of cold. They hadn't known a life outside of leaf-bare anyhow, so they hadn't learned to expect more from the world. As they wandered, keen eyes caught upon something amongst the alabaster, and the little kitten stopped in their tracks. Curtains of gloom pulled back slowly to reveal an oddly spherical thing, like an umber stone born from nightly hue, though perhaps much less graceful than one crafted of nil. He almost tripped as they plodded through the snow to reach the ovalline object. I remember this... I think one of the queens talked about how owls leave the bones of their prey on the ground. One uncertain paw reached out to bat at the owl pellet, the weirdly-fuzzy texture of the surface like a catachresis of its appearance, for this was no pebble nor mossball. They sniffed it next, noting the vague staleness that wrapped along the pellet, like a distant whiff of crowfood. They plucked it up with kitten fangs, and carried it into the light as though it were a wreath of satiny browns beneath their teeth, a point of pride and never contention. The circumstances by which the owl pellet arose scared them, but fascination often overshadowed fear in young minds. They toddled around until they came across an unattended warrior.

"... Hey." Cuckookit poked at the sable-coated leg of the first warrior to cross his vision. He plopped the owl pellet down at Ekat's feet, though their blank expression betrayed nothing in the manner of which he thought of the oddity. "Look at this. I heard it's owl vomit... So weird..."

( Please wait for @Ekat ! )​

 

[Ekat]

Ekat startles at the sensation of a tiny paw against her leg, flinching with all the alarm had it been a predator's touch instead. The she-cat is unaccustomed to being poked for attention, especially not from someone who isn't in her line of vision — in fact, most of their Clanmates usually aren't trying to get her attention at all. It's certainly new. Her head snaps downwards to meet the small form of Cuckookit, pale eyes widening, but she relaxes slightly as she realizes it's only a kit. "Sorry," she mumbles, so quiet it's nearly inaudible. She quickly gives the poor kit an awkward smile, hoping she hasn't startled them herself. Ekat then turns her attention to the object placed at her paws, studying it in silence for a few long moments. "Owl... vomit?" she repeats.

A very prominent part of the warrior longs to throw herself backwards and put as much distance between herself and the peculiar offering resting on the ground as possible. Her skin crawls as she examines the rough, matted texture of the bundle, spotting clumps of fur and even the curve of tiny bones nestled within it. But for one reason or another, Cuckookit had decided to show the owl pellet to her, and Ekat's heart softens at the fact. She isn't going to reject such a thing, no matter how much she wants to escape the proximity of the object. "I've never seen one before," the she-cat admits instead, peering slightly closer at it, curiosity welling within her in spite of herself. "It's very brave of you to pick it up," Ekat goes on, returning her gaze to the kit. "I wouldn't have," she says with a short chuckle.​

 

[frostbreath]

⊹₊꒰ა𓆩♱𓆪໒꒱₊⊹ frostbreath watches as a kit proudly strides to ekat's paws to deliver... whatever that was. small shaped and a nearly revolting hue, the warrior's tongue passes over her silver muzzle as if to wash its imagined stench from her own lips. when the words 'owl vomit' get thrown into the conversation her eyes widen slightly.

the logic of children was always astonishing. cuckookit knew that this was rejected from an owls stomach, yet he gladly carries the prize between his own jaws. she didn't want to step in, but ekat did not warn the child off from picking it back up, only calls him brave for doing so. tufted ears twitch uncomfortable as frostbreath abandons the tangled fur on her chest and stands, drawing closer to the two. "that's very cool, cuckookit..." she speaks softly despite the way her tongue yearns to reject the words. disgusting was a better descriptor. 'get that thing away before it makes you sick,' a better opening line. "but, perhaps there's something better for you to play with?" anything was better than owl vomit, really. a snapped twig, a dried out mossball, blades of grass poking through the snow. the list could go on - and it did in her mind as she reeled for a better suggestion. "i'm sure we could find a fresh mossball around here somewhere."

IM SPINNING OUT / / ₊⊹ I CANT CONTROL MY CAR‎ ‎‎࿐

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• FROSTBREATH ࿐ SHE/HER, SKYCLAN WARRIOR, 37 ☾'s
  

  an elegant longhaired blue silver tabby with low white and misty blue eyes, often harboring a faraway look. a flighty and reserved cat, she more often than not finds herself divided from her clanmates. despite her short stint as a queen, frostbreath has nothing to show for it. her children, HEMLOCKSHINE and DUCKWEEDSPLASH, stem from a former cross-clan relationship with REEDFANG † in riverclan, where they both reside. she currently has no apprentice, and harbors little desire for one in the future.​

  ➺ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking.
  ➺ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[Florabreeze]

"Please tell me you just moved it with your paws" Florabreeze over head the words owl vomit, she has to admit that it intrigued her. Against her will she had tried to be more involved with the younger population of the clan, some kind of repentance maybe? Or maybe she just liked to talk with them, she remembers a young Candorkit and Sangriakit very fondly. They indulged her a lot in her games, not that the apprentices or warriors don't but kits have a better appreciation for it. Cuckookit may not be one of those kits, that's okay too she likes the quieter ones as well, the little quirks they carry intrigues her.

Still... It's owl vomit, she can't imagine any of his parents being pleased to find out their kit has been putting their mouth near it. "Anything interesting in it? That you can see without touching it more anyways?" She doesn't want to be that much of a bad influence, she's sure Fireflyglow has enough on his plate too without another sick kit. Blinking warmly at Frostbreath and Ekat she nods her head in greeting, she doesn't quite catch onto what Frostbreath is trying to suggest.

Instead she probably feeds the fires of curiosity within Cuckookit by crouching beside wherever she can, glancing at the slightest peek of a mouse bone. "Y'know, if you want to look at bones and stuff you could hang out by the freshkill pile, or ask some warriors to look out for it" she's sure there are stranger requests out there. Not by much but still, it would be easier to find than flowers or most other kit requests for the forest.

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  FLORABREEZE 𖧧 She/her || Daylight Lead Warrior of SkyClan || 39 moons
  ❥ A large black tabby maine coon with low white and bright green eyes, always wearing her mushroom print collar if she can
  ❥ Mentored by Sorrelsong ／Mentoring Daffodilpaw
  ❥ "Speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ Penned by Juice ⏐ouijeejuice on discord {open to being dmed for plots}

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