- Oct 29, 2024
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Since leaving the nursery for the first time on tottering kitten paws, every sunrise had brought new adventures, and this day was certainly no different. There were so many cats to meet in ShadowClan that it was hard to keep track of them all, flashes of color and names haphazardly lining her brain, but there were a few that seemed to stick with her already. She already knows her fellow nursery denizens, of course, her parents and her littermates and the other kittens sharing the same hollow, but there are others, too. Smokykit's been told that their family, in the way that her parents are family, and that her littermates are family, but the exact nature escapes her for now. All that she really knows is that they're important to her, or that they will be important, once she spends more time with them.
It is under the watchful eyes of Ashenfall that they are all allowed to wander today, scattering across camp to go about whatever business that kittens attend to. Rather than by her siblings' side, today Smokykit sits alone, staring at everything and nothing all at once. Her bright eyes have narrowed into smoldering embers, mouth set in a concentrated frown as she spends her time pondering. Though it's bit beyond her understanding, her growing mind not yet able to fully grasp the concept, Smokykit knows that she looks like someone, that she was named for someone, and that Mercykit, too, looks like someone. Promisekit hardly counts, as though a mirror to Flintwish, 'cause they all know Flintwish, of course they do! But it's different with her and Mercykit - their ghosts are just that, nothing more than whispers of names and cats that she can't possibly know.
They're not the only ones, though - Ashenfall and Halfsun, they look a little alike, and they each have their own ghost, too. Halfsun's even like her, she thinks; she's named for a ghost, too.
As if materializing from her very thoughts, Smokykit's meandering gaze suddenly focuses in on tinted fur, and she's met her aunt enough to recognize her at this point. She thinks of going up to her, interrupting whatever the warrior has occupied herself with; of articulating her thoughts, commiserating in some open secret shared in their names, even if Halfsun's is more looming; of saying anything at all, even, if only a good morning, how are you, as it's only polite. Smokykit does none of these things, however, enthralled instead by the gentle motion of Halfsun's tail. It could only be a flick for all she cares - it's enough to catch her attention, and when her aunt doesn't immediately turn away to leave camp, her interest summits.
Whether Halfsun has noticed her matters not; Smokykit is on a mission now, and nothing will stop her, not even any choice words from her target herself. Her growing limbs fold and unfold beneath her in a mockery of a crouch, lashing tail stirring across the ground in a decidedly un-sneaky manner. If her approach is noticed, she cares not, for in this moment all the world has narrowed to Halfsun's tail, so enticing of a target. Once she's within what she figures is a safe enough distance to broach, she makes her move, first clumsy leap directed towards her white-capped prey with her own smoky paws outstretched and needle-sharp teeth in reserve.
It is under the watchful eyes of Ashenfall that they are all allowed to wander today, scattering across camp to go about whatever business that kittens attend to. Rather than by her siblings' side, today Smokykit sits alone, staring at everything and nothing all at once. Her bright eyes have narrowed into smoldering embers, mouth set in a concentrated frown as she spends her time pondering. Though it's bit beyond her understanding, her growing mind not yet able to fully grasp the concept, Smokykit knows that she looks like someone, that she was named for someone, and that Mercykit, too, looks like someone. Promisekit hardly counts, as though a mirror to Flintwish, 'cause they all know Flintwish, of course they do! But it's different with her and Mercykit - their ghosts are just that, nothing more than whispers of names and cats that she can't possibly know.
They're not the only ones, though - Ashenfall and Halfsun, they look a little alike, and they each have their own ghost, too. Halfsun's even like her, she thinks; she's named for a ghost, too.
As if materializing from her very thoughts, Smokykit's meandering gaze suddenly focuses in on tinted fur, and she's met her aunt enough to recognize her at this point. She thinks of going up to her, interrupting whatever the warrior has occupied herself with; of articulating her thoughts, commiserating in some open secret shared in their names, even if Halfsun's is more looming; of saying anything at all, even, if only a good morning, how are you, as it's only polite. Smokykit does none of these things, however, enthralled instead by the gentle motion of Halfsun's tail. It could only be a flick for all she cares - it's enough to catch her attention, and when her aunt doesn't immediately turn away to leave camp, her interest summits.
Whether Halfsun has noticed her matters not; Smokykit is on a mission now, and nothing will stop her, not even any choice words from her target herself. Her growing limbs fold and unfold beneath her in a mockery of a crouch, lashing tail stirring across the ground in a decidedly un-sneaky manner. If her approach is noticed, she cares not, for in this moment all the world has narrowed to Halfsun's tail, so enticing of a target. Once she's within what she figures is a safe enough distance to broach, she makes her move, first clumsy leap directed towards her white-capped prey with her own smoky paws outstretched and needle-sharp teeth in reserve.
THE RADIO PLAYS A FAMILIAR SONG
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AND YOU ARE LOVED, YOU ARE LOVED
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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! ^^