pafp The Unknowing Know ⧖ Curious

[Chatterkit]

Chatterkit

Status: Curious

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He watched the strange pelted resident of the nursery. She was different, her color red not blue. It was a stark contrast to almost everyone he knew. Chatterkit's head tilted in curiosity before he made a decision. "You are....The one who lives with us? It is Joykit yes? I am Chatterkit." She probably already knew his name, everyone did apparently, but he wanted to verify hers. He didn't talk much to those outside his family and she was not technically part of his family. She just resided in the same area. He squinted at her, glancing at whatever she was doing. He didn't know, "What are you doing?" He glanced back at her face, holding eye contact, waiting for an answer.
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I Don't Start Fights ⧖────⧖────⧖ But I'll Handle You Just Fine

• OOC:wait for @Joykit
• Chatterkit - Blue Ticked Tabby w/ Low White and Heterochromia Blue and Copper Eyes
  ⧖ He/They ⧖ Riverclan Kit ⧖ Penned by Snowy ⧖ 02 moons
  ⧖ Contact TimelordSnowy on Discord for plotting
  ⧖ "Speech"
  ⧖ Thoughts

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[Joykit]

Joykit had been nose-deep in a patch of clover, half-buried in a tangle of greenery that had crept close to the nursery wall. The stems were soft, the flowers small and white and bouncing in the breeze—and more importantly, she thought she'd seen something shiny under them earlier. A pebble? A beetle's shell? It didn't really matter. She was determined to find it again.

When Chatterkit's voice reached her, she lifted her head too quickly and bonked her nose on a stray stalk. She blinked, disoriented for a heartbeat, then turned toward him with a soft snort and a quick shake of her fur."You already know who I am, silly." Her tone wasn't sharp—more amused than anything. "But yes. Joykit." She didn't say that she already knew his name too. Of course she did—how could she not? Splashdance's kits were everywhere. Loud, bright, funny. And Chatterkit was… quieter, which made him interesting in a different way.

At his question, she glanced down at the little mess of green she'd been shuffling through, then flicked her tail and stepped aside to show him "Looking for something shiny," she said simply, eyes scanning the ground again. "I thought I saw it earlier. Could've been a bug. Or a piece of shell." Her shoulders lifted in a small shrug. "I like finding things. The river's always hiding stuff." She turned her eyes on him, not quite challenging, but curious. "Wanna help me look?" A pause. Then she added, quieter, "I'll share it if it's cool."

( °❀.ೃ࿔* ) just miss what it was

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  JOYKIT KIT; SHE / HER ; RUE X UNKNOWN ; SIBLING TO LIGHT & HOPE
  

  Joykit is a fierce and proud cinnamon marbled tabby kit with a sharp mind and a fire in her heart. Independent to a fault and stubbornly self-reliant, she carries herself with boldness far beyond her size, refusing to be seen as weak or helpless. Competitive, energetic, and cunning, she meets the world with a challenging glare and a guarded heart, shaped by the hardship and loss of her early life as a loner. Beneath her bristled edges lies a deep resilience and a drive to prove she belongs—on her terms and no one else's.

  ✦ Unskilled kit

 

[BEESTAR]

BEESTAR

SHE/HER ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ RIVERCLAN LEADER

The black smoke watches the two of them interact from a small distance with both of her ears angled forward in their direction to watch Chatterkit beginning to speak to Joykit over their names and she can't help the small snort that slips out from her, she rests her head on her stretched out ivory limbs, and draws a long breath from her lungs glad that there's new life stirring within Riverclan after all the losses that they had suffered.

Soon enough, all of these kittens would moving into the apprentice den and learning eagerly from each of their mentors to hone their skills and see where life takes them but for now, all of them will enjoy the simplicity that is being a kitten. She finds herself missing it sometimes and to think she was once an innocent lamb barely learning how to walk seems unlikely to her then again, she reminds herself that she became an apprentice at four moons old in comparison to the apprentices nowadays.

Sometimes, she wonders if it had been the right choice or not but it isn't her place to question it seeing that it had been a code placed down by Blazestar before meeting his end only a moon or so after doing so. The thought of reversing such a law seems wrong to her especially since she follows through the warrior code religiously, she tries not to dwell on this for long instead glancing in the direction of the kits once more seeing that Joykit is searching for something.

Her jaws part to allow a lazy yawn to slip from her and pushes herself onto her paws slowly to investigate with her eye lighting up with faint curiosity "Perhaps when I go on a patrol, I'll keep an eye out for trinkets if you'd like." Beestar settles on her rump to tilt her head towards the small batch of clovers and adds on with a small smile, "You'll find plenty of treasures when you become apprentices. I know that I did when I was younger."

ooc:

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𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

Beestar is a large, muscular, and medium fur length/curly-haired black smoke moggy littered in several scars, missing a toe on one of her paws, and has a lone amber eye with higher white markings due to her vitiligo

Cicadastar x Smokestar / sister to Cicadaflight & Loveburn / Cousin to Shellpool, Pebbletail, Riverpaw, Twinkleflight, Eveningcloud, & Horizonthroat / Widow to Moonbeam
mentored by Smokestar / mentoring Eelpaw
22 moons old as of 04/10/2025

penned by BossTaurus