no angst the sun goes down - cuddle puddle

Jan 19, 2024
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❝ swinging in the rain humming melodies ❞

The blizzard had fully solidified the early leafbare. Breath fogging in front of her as she placed a (rather sad looking) mouse on the fresh-kill pile. It was downright frigid as the sun made it's early descent. It was beautiful, though. The snow glittered and sparkled in the evening light. And Lightflower, as loving as she usually was, was feeling extra affectionate that day. She was chilled from nose to tail-tip, and she was sure most others were feeling similarly. "Anyone who wants to warm up, come join me over here!" she called. Plenty of cats had gone on their patrols for the day, and it wasn't going to be getting any warmer once the sun went down. She merely hoped that some of them could relax, if only for a moment. She settled herself off to the edge of camp, a sheltered spot from the wind. She didn't want to mess up anyone's nests in the warriors den, considering some cats could be quite particular about them. Not to mention, she wanted anyone who wanted to to join.

//light-hearted cuddle for warmth thread! thunderclan has been bleak lately!
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shes kicking a rock around when lightflower calls. anyone who wants to warm up, she says, and bayingkit would definitely like to not be cold anymore. the wind was relentless ; kicking up her fur even as she turns, swathes of black mane flitting around her ears and whipping at her face. yeah, she'd definitely like to warm up . . rock abandoned, bayingkit skirts over with her back arched playfully, skinny tail sticking straight up behind her before it begins to wag in quick, eager flaps.

as if the molly were her own kin, bayingkit slaps two large paws over lightflower back in a clumsy climb and curls her belly close to her lounging flank. it does help . . " hey lightflower. " she says, craning her neck so that she can take a scrutinizing sideways look at her profile. in doing so, she effectively hangs sideways from her back, " whyre you layin' around for, anyway? my dad says warriors that lay around all day are just dead — um. dead weight. " she goes quiet. for only a moment. " dnn . . don't tell him i said that. "

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  • BAYINGKIT——————— SHE / HER, KITTEN OF THUNDERCLAN. NIGHTBIRD xx RACCOONSTRIPE, SISTER TO TWILIGHTKIT, TIGERKIT, STORMKIT & LIGHTNINGKIT. 6 MOONS OLD, SMELLS LIKE DISRUPTED SOIL & WET FUR. PENNED BY ANTLERS.
    a large, unsightly black tabby kitten.
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    mongrelish, standing all thistlethorn fur and bared teeth, bayingkit would be thought roguesblood if not for the dogtooth crown she uncomfortably bears. a hereditary haunting lies in the shag of ornate black striping and long limbs that do not yet suit her wide, slouching shoulders ; her fathers daughter, laced in dredge and filth moreso than he'd ever been. a constant, incessant need to make herself small forms in hunched spine and weary, whale - eyed suspicion, communicating mostly in rumbling growls.. bayingkit tends to hold herself with a tuck tailed and trembling livewire of feral volatility.
    highly reactive. prone to biting, swatting and general moodiness — it is highly encouraged to correct. powerplay is allowed for disciplinary actions.
 
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leafhusk's ears flick at lightflower's gentle call, her voice lifting in the early leafbare like a snowflake. "can't say no to that." she mrrps playfully as she pads over, finding a nice spot to settle beside the older kit and warrior. already she feels more warmer than before. her paws stretch out, daintily crossing over another when she gets comfortable.

"because it's freezing, bayingkit." the lead warrior hums, angling her head so the girl doesn't whack her face with that spindly tail. the wind whistles, and the woman focuses more closely on the warmth radiating off her clanmates. it's comfortable, she can't recall the last time properly shared a moment like this. her eyes glance upward, chuckling softly at how noodle-y bayingkit lays on lightflower. her tone is playful, "tell him you said what?"



 
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