private The trees sway to the young one's piping || Blackwater

[Driftkit!]

---KIT

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She'd always been good at singing, hadn't she?
Since she'd been born, she'd been a singer. Loud and clear and healthy her lungs punches the air, creating such wonderous sound. Her momma - a title not given lightly even in her little mind - had been a good audience member. Appauding and laughing, warming her. Loving her. Someone else was there, though, and they made her think that maybe she wasn't as good a singer as she thought. Momma always tried to stop her singing when that someone was around - they had no shape, just a feeling to them. After a few days, she learned why she shouldn't sing when the air felt diffrent. She learned how to listen to the air - the crack of thunder in the stillness that came from heavy paws. The rush of wind when teeth were bared.
A songbird, she was. That's what her momma had deemed her. A little wonder of sound.
Momma had always loved her songs, even if that meant they had to move. Momma had always been careful not to grab her two hard - she'd tried to tell Momma that her scruff could be held a bit tighter; there were even a few times were she felt like the grip her protector had was too light and she risked plummeting into the void. But not today!
She was happy today, singing a song of pleasure and wonder as her scruff was held tight. Wind passed beneth them, her little legs kicking at something long and springy and they walked. Her eyelids had begun to lift - teasing the Light from beyond. It was so pretty - and the shadows that came from the Light! She sang for it, begging her ever listening mother for more.
Her mother listened, lumbering onwards towards another song. Theres' more? Tiny ears prick up, swiveling towards the rushing symphony. Oh, over there! She cries, her voice loud and shrill with glee. Over there! We must adventure!
The song is defeaning. It creates a pleasent waft of F Major, subtle but strong when close. Another songbird? This Light is so delightful! What other secrets are there?
Something cold touches her paw and a squel erupts from the kit. She kicks, sending the cold thing everywhere. She can feel it in the air, going off in this direction and that. It's so delightful that she is excited when the grip on her scruff relaxes. The sound and sensation envolpe her, and suddenly everything is muffled. She wiggles, the motion creating waves and waves and waves into... something. It's not air... but it's not nothing. There is a rush, and she is moving. On my own? I'm a grown up now! Paws kick out, excited to do the lumbering thing her Momma had done eariler - was it right then left or the other way around?- before something rubbed against her. It was hard and rocky - maybe the thing cats walked on? Attempting to move towards it, a painic blossomed within her. She couldn't move. And worse - she couldn't sing.
She kicks up insictivley. Her head hits something. There is the sensation of moving faster. Faster. She can't sing. She can't breath. She kicks again. The water is warm suddenly, her ear stings in G Minor as something in her gives.
She wiggles.... and wiggles and.... kicks .... and.... wiggles... and...

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A warm sun beats down on freshly warmed water. The fish dance under current, plentiful but skinny, a mirror to the clan cats not to far away. One such fish slips under the current, dancing between rocks and river weed and ducking under algae, hunting just as the cats above. It's food was much simplier though - bugs. Yummy yummy bugs. And today was a good day - despite the chill in the water, there was a large gathering of brown algae that seemed to trap almost all of the bugs that got near it. How lucky am I! Thought the fish, nibbeling away at the easy food.
Above it, bathed in the sun, said bug-gathering algae hazards a slight breath. A weak song from her lips.
'Momma..'

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  KIT is loud, long-limed, rambuncious and scrawny, this kit was found lost in the chilly rivers' stream......

  
  
  » NPC x NPC / sibling to NONE / NO other kin
  » mentored by who / mentoring who
  » Speech is 715e50 / Thoughts are white / actions are underlined
  » 2 moons old as of 3.13.25

  » penned by Keee / DM @Milksoda for plots

  
  
  

 

[Blackwater]

BLACKWATER

What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.

The water's song sung to him daily, the river's roiling symphony one that beckoned him every dawn and every dusk without fail. He would answer the call every time, should his broken body allow. He could not sing with it, he could not replicate the way in which it's shanty swelled against everything around it, the force of it's endless voice breaking apart even the most indestructible of sediment. It was a perfect balance of a tender touch and insatiable wrath, a perfect cacophony of something that even he would never begin to properly understand. But he did not need to, for he found himself privileged to even be able to be one with it, to be encased in it. It provided for him and his clan, it gave them shelter, food, protection... it was their very life. He could not imagine being born anywhere else but here, and should he ever be unfortunate enough to be away from it, he would surely feel incomplete.

But today he was lucky. Once more, he would allow himself to slip from the confines of a stifled camp and through the reeds which surrounded the riverbed. They cradled him as he passed, their touch wistful and welcoming, parting gently to allow him to pass through their walls. They kept the treasure that was the river safe from those unworthy of it's touch, but he was not one of them. He belonged with it, alongside it, within it... to some extent, he was the river itself. That was what it meant to be Riverclan, and he was proud of all that he was- at least, when it came to his heritage- he was nothing, not without this.

It seemed that the river would bring him a gift today, the song it sang having true purpose behind it. He would walk along the riverbank, drooping, heavy-lidded eyes scanning the foamy rapids as he took in all that was familiar... and all that was unfamiliar. A tiny heap hidden among the fronds, tiny that it was he could have possibly missed it entirely had it not begun to move. If it had not begun to speak. With a furrowed brow, he would hesitate, unsure if he had truly heard what he thought he had heard... a play of the mind, surely? But it was not. It was certainly something living, if only just barely. Moving forward on steady paws, his limbs rejuvenated by the sun's warmth, he would pull away at the water's stiff brush that had concealed the scrap of fur from prying eyes. His breath caught in his throat as the reality of what he had discovered begun to sink into his mind, his body, his heart.

A kitten. Waterlogged and alone.

Blackwater would waste no time, crouching down to begin rapidly licking the underdeveloped molly in an attempt to warm her bogged down flesh and dry her damp fur. She was cold to the touch, but to his relief, she was still breathing... still able to spare breath to speak of a mother who was nowhere in sight. Pausing in between licks, he would prod her gently with a paw, rubbing her small chest as a means to stimulate a greater flow of oxygen in the case of her having swallowed water on her drift downstream. "Leave your fears behind, little one... you are in danger no longer." He would grip her scruff gently, his precious cargo secured within his maws as he began to make his way back to camp. Moonbeam and Robinheart would ensure she would recover, and after that... well, only time would tell.

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  BLACKWATER is a tricolored Riverclan warrior with deep, teal colored eyes and a stoic demeanor. He is physically inexpressive and socially flat despite being quite polite and easygoing.

  Genetically SH Blue tabby/Blue chimera with low white.
  25 moons as of 03.06.2025 and ages realistically every 24th.
  Formerly mentored by Willowroot, currently mentoring Otterpaw.