private THE SAME OLD LEAF .☘︎ ݁˖ RIVERKIT

[Bogkit]

He wanted to do something nice for Riverkit, he thought it was unfair his littermate got so sick all the time. It wasn't like he actually got sick too but it effected him too when Riverkit was stuck in the medicine den! That was one less brother to play with, though he didn't want to try and rough house with his younger siblings too much since he worried that they would get sick and it would be his fault or something. Can wrestling cause illness? Bogkit wasn't willing to try out. Today was another one of those sucky days, the blue tom kit was stuck in the medicine den again. In a simultaneous act of kindness and an attempt to cure his own boredom he tried to find flowers that his brother might like. He's pretty sure he likes them anyways, he's seen petals in his fur before so that must mean he likes it. Bogkit doesn't get it, wouldn't flowers just smell like the medicine den aalll the time? He was willing to try and find something for him though.

The efforts weren't entirely useless. His days search had resulted in a clump of reeds and sedge, miscellaneous weeds and an intact pair of butterfly wings. "Riiiivvvv" he calls out the dubbed nickname for his littermate as he ducks his head into the medicine den. Spotting his sibling there he scurries in as fast as he can, wanting to get started before one of the medicine cats shoo him out for being in here. The chimera kitten sprawls all the goodies he had found down at Riverkit's paws, beaming at him. "I found something for us to do" he explains in a loud whisper, trying to figure out if he's being too loud for him today or if his regular volume is fine.

"Ya like to decorate your pelt right?" He had seen him spend time with Shellpool and their aunt likes to decorate, so he just assumes it must have rubbed off on him too! "I don't get it" he admits bluntly then pauses before adding "buuuutttt" he gestures to the miscellaneous items he's dragged into the den with him. "I can learn! We can do it together" he pays no mind to whatever his siblings reaction is, instead taking the time to list out each thing he brought because he was rather proud of his bounty that he had worked hard to collect. After a dramatic pause his whiskers twitch in thought. "Do these even work?" He realised he hadn't thought that particular aspect of his plan out quite so thoroughly. Maybe he should have asked for second opinions, oh well! He's sure that Riverkit's smart, he could teach him how to make it work.

@Riverkit​

 

[Riverkit]

RIVERKIT

HE/THEY RIVERCLAN KIT

The medics' den does not become more comforting the longer he spends time here, the more days he's forced to be alone on his sickbed. He hates having been born like this, faulty, with missing pieces. His lungs are bad, his head hurts constantly — what will it be like for him on the next Leafbare ( will he make it that far? )

The one good thing about the foul-smelling den is the quietness that comes with it. Words are shared in whispers, in glances and short movements. It is as peaceful as camp gets, so they can focus on actually getting better without added stressors that would only cause their health to deteriorate.

It is silent, until it isn't. Riverkit's head raises from where it once laid atop his paws, mismatched gaze staring at the rapidly approaching figure of his brother. He brings several things with him, and the younger kit lets out an amused hum. Ya like to decorate your pelt right? Indeed he does. . . one of the many hobbies he has that don't involve water in some way. He's brought weeds, and it reminds him of what Shellpool told him. he would bring me . . flowers he found on patrol to braid into his fur. trying to impress your mother, i'm sure. between you and me, though . . they were mostly weeds. " Would their aunt be reminded of these moments if she saw him and Bogkit now?

"Anything. . . can work." Riverkit mutters with an audible whistle coming from his lungs. Thought not everything will look pretty. He sets his eyes on the butterfly wings, selfishly wanting them for himself. . . but first he must show his older brother how it's done. He gets up from his nest and sits closer to his sibling, grasping one of the reeds with his jaws. "Pay attention. . . to how I do it. . ." He wheezes, inhaling sharply. Blinking, he focuses on working on parting his brother's fur with his paws, the same way Shellpool had done to him - Riverkit would accept nothing short of perfection from his own work.

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Riverkit is a long-legged but graceful silvery-blue tabby kit with feathery fur and heterochromatic blue-amber eyes.
"speech" thoughts
pebbletail x splashdance / sibling to pearlkit, bogkit, chatterkit
2 moons old as of 03/21/2025

penned by nocthymia