pafp THINK OF ME ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ CHALLENGE

[Swansong]

⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ Smokykit. It's a fitting name. Another ghost to haunt ShadowClan's camp, a child molded in the image of Swansong's missing father. Is she destined for greatness, as he was? Is she destined for tragedy, as all of them seem to be? They cannot say for certain. Whatever lies in wait for this child, for now she is bright. She clings to her family with all the passion of a flame, even as leaf-fall's chill takes hold. Swansong is determined to stoke that fire - to keep it burning, for as long as she can.

She lets a dark and dowy feather fall from her maw, fluttering down to ashen paws. Sleepy eyes look down upon Smokykit, a smile quirking her maw. "I have... a challenge for you, little one." Her paw bats at the fallen bit of fluff, sweeping it up into the air. "How long... How long can you keep this feather from touching the ground...?"

She sweeps herself up, coming to the kit's side to add in a secretive whisper: "I've some more for you and you father's nest... That is, if you can keep it up long enough..." She'll be using them to line it anyway, of course, but it doesn't hurt to give the kit some motivation.

‎‎┌── BUT NO ONE❜S REALLY THERE ⋆⁺₊ ☾ ⁺₊⋆ DOES THAT MEAN IT❜S DONE IN VAIN? ──┐‎

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  "SPEECH"

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  SWANSONG ☾ she / they, warrior of shadowclan, eighteen moons.
  ★ a pale, silky-furred cream tabby with droopy blue eyes.
  ★ dreamy and detached, known for her perpetual sleepiness.
  ★ halfshade x smogstar, littermate to applejaw, garlicheart, & ashenfall.
  ★ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ★ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[SMOKYKIT]

If Smokykit is a portrait of the grandfather she's never met, a curly-furred wraith bearing his image, it has never bothered her; neither looks nor comments are enough to ruffle her feathers, instead only encouraging her curiosity. The more she grows, the more she learns, and soon she'll start sinking her claws into less surface-level descriptions - perhaps, then, the comparisons will start to gain a foothold in her heart. Or, perhaps they never would - it's not like she isn't her own cat, after all, and besides, the burden of Smogstar's legacy is far from only hers to carry. He left behind a myriad of children, grandkits, close friends - no, that burden is felt in some small part by all of them, whether they know it yet or not.

From her position stretched out across the ground, eyes half-lidded and lost to her own imagination, Smokykit looks up at Swansong's approach even as they've already set loose a downy scrap. Instinctively, her paws twitch, longing to follow suit and take her own swipe, but instead she jolts upright entirely, energy thrumming throughout her small form. A challenge? Her interest was already piqued the moment Swansong made her approach, but the idea of a challenge only serves to light her even further. Something stormy crosses her features as her nose scrunches in concentration, and the kitten clings to each new word as if it were delivered down from StarClan themselves.

"I can keep it up long enough! I bet I can keep it up for - for all day, even!" Even as she so boldly asserts her claim, Smokykit's already sprung into action. Twin dusky paws scramble madly through the air, batting wildly about in an effort to influence the feather's path. Long enough...she can do more than long enough! To her, all day is both everything and nothing; much shorter than the two moons she's been alive, but even then the passage of time is hard for such a young mind to comprehend that to her, a day seems something reasonable for such a task. Not that she's ever stayed focused on something for that long before, but she's not taking her claim back now that it's already staked.

In this, the burgeoning length of her limbs provides aid, and considering her hasty motions contain no real thought, Smokykit does well to keep the feather aloft, all things considered. It takes far too long for her to consider attempting to save some of her stamina, to forgo leaping up into the air to chase after the prize when it's not strictly necessary, and it's when her little muscles have just started to burn with effort that the fluff settles directly atop her nose in an off moment.

The feather-light touch is still enough to startle her, and for a frame she remains balanced, front paws splayed frozen in front of her in the air. Too soon, however, the moment is interrupted by the tickle of the feather, a twitch of her nose, and then -

Smokykit's explosion of a sneeze almost topples her over, the kitten righting herself at the last moment, and the feather drifts unceremoniously to the ground. As her gaze follows its descent, she looks almost sheepish that her bold claims of keeping it off the ground have shattered before her, but there is no real hint of defeat in her eyes. "Oops," she titters, head swinging up towards Swansong, before she's unable to hold back her giggles. "How'd I do? Was I good?" she bites out between squeaky kitten laughter. Hopefully, that was long enough to get at least some of the secret feathers Swansong has stored away, but Smokykit's more than eager to try her paw at it again. "I'll keep the feather up way longer next time, for sure!"​

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• SMOKYKIT —. She/her, kit of ShadowClan
  — .Flintwish x Ashenfall, littermate to Promisekit, Tinykit, & Mercykit
  — . 2 moons old, ages on the 1st
  — .An ill-proportioned, smoky molly with bright amber eyes and an exceedingly curly, tangled pelt.
  — .Enthusiastic and vibrant, easily distracted, prideful & caring - friendly within reason
  — .Peaceful & healing powerplay permitted - brushing up against her, shoulder bumps, etc.
  — .Penned by Hijinks - feel free to DM me on Discord to plot! ^^
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[Gigglepaw]

Summoned as though by the simple sounds of joy that were being produced by the kitten, Gigglepaw trots over to where Swangsong has Smokykit enraptured with a new game. That Smokykit resembles Smogstar in some capacity isn't lost on Gigglepaw, as dallying as she might portray herself; but she knows first-paw what its like to be named after someone you look like, in the way that Snowypaw had named her for her resemblance to Chittertongue, someone she would never know - and perhaps Smokykit would never know Smogstar, and that was okay. They were both their own person.

"I'll say you did pretty good!" Gigglepaw chirped as she sat down, leaning so that she was at eye-level with the young kitten. No, this wasn't Smogstar, not by far - but perhaps this was something even better! This was her own kin, a cousin in the same way that Flintwish was. She'd been excited for their birth, and now that they'd been around for some time, Gigglepaw found it hard to keep away from her little cousins - the desire to play with them nonstop was always there, eating at her while she was on patrols.

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• GIGGLEPAW ✩ apprentice of shadowclan, eight moons
  → blinks incessantly & uncontrollably.
  → peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
  → penned by Archivist → .archivist on discord.

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