no angst TO FEEL ANYTHING ╱ KITTEN AU

[SALTSTING]

The sun is melting towards the horizon and the kittens of RiverClan savor their final moments of freedom. Soon the queens will arrive to usher them into their nests for the night. The play that they revel in is still rowdy, if beginning to taper into exhaustion. A few of them tangle about shortly before the nursery, and some others seem to be gathered around something on the ground. Saltkit himself, however, is...sitting. He knows that is asocial of him; that his mother, some short distance away, is sighing behind her eyes at the stiffness of his spine. The other queens do not trust her, or him by extension. They whisper that his father is not of this clan.

At times he wonders if they are right. Not tonight, however. Instead his darkening eyes are focused solely on the moon that has risen above the treeline. Though the sky has not turned night-blue, he can still see its sharp crescent curves against the purpling hues. Why does it rise before the sun sets? Is the separation between night and day not as clear as he had once thought? Did there always exist a time in between? He nearly asks his mother, but when he turns to look at her, Saltkit sees her in comfortable conversation. There is no hostility in the other queen's face.

He decides he will not interrupt.

Instead, in a voice that is diffident and slightly cracking beneath the weight of his seriousness, he turns to another kit that is not fully wrapped up in play. "Why is the moon in the sky before the sun has left? Does it get impatient every night?"

 "𝘐 𝘋𝘖𝘕'𝘛 𝘊𝘈𝘙𝘌," 𝘐 𝘚𝘈𝘠, 𝘊𝘈𝘙𝘐𝘕𝘎𝘓𝘠, 𝘈𝘚 𝘐 𝘊𝘈𝘙𝘌 𝘋𝘌𝘌𝘗𝘓𝘠  ╱╱ 8.08.2023 ˊˎ＜

• ooc: just a silly au! everything is as they are with the clans right now, but the warriors are now kittens (and the kittens / apprentices could be warriors?),,, i just needed tiny serious saltkit.
• ✦　　. 　 ˚　.  SALTSTING. FORMERLY UNDECIDED. HE - HIM OR THEY - THEM. YOUNG WARRIOR OF RIVERCLAN. SEXUALITY ﹖ PENNED BY REVELATIONS.  ——
  
  
  ——  a black smoke with low white and dark brown eyes. his purebred father lent him much of his structure, with the oriental shorthair's characteristic angular features and large ears alongside a tall, lean frame, yet it is his mother's genes that rounded him out, adding strength to his shoulders and toughness to his paws. a kittypet and a colony cat, and saltsting is something entirely new.
  

  ✦ IMPORTANT NOTE. saltsting is touch averse and very vocal about it. icly, riverclanners should be aware of this. repeatedly touching him without the necessary comfort level will leave him with a poor opinion of any character.

• "speech"

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[LAKEMOON]

LAKEMOON — me and the devil, walking side by side.
With the sunset comes a Lakekit teetering back to the camps clearing, reed tufts still stuck to her fur from whatever oddities she had busied herself with that day.
Her legs are still awkward, almost tripping over one another after only a few steps before she takes a seat in Saltkits vicinity, sharp azure eyes watching the other kits relish in their last few moments of play.
Saltkit seems to be on a different mission, however, as a peculiar question pops out of the blue.
Lakekit scrunches her face at the absurdity.
"The moon isn’t impatient, the sun gets all the spotlight all day, that’s just the moon telling the sun it’s the moons turn" she defends valiantly with an assured nod.
"The moons cooler anyways, I wouldn’t mind if it came out sooner all of the time."

"speech"

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[FALLINGLIGHT]

⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ ⸻ "You're both wrong," Fallingkit declares boldly. He would know, wouldn't he? Mom named him after the falling star she saw when he was born, and that means he's a lot closer to the sky— a lot closer than Saltkit and Lakekit. Setting aside his current shell of interest, he waddles confidently over to the other kits, chin tipped high. "See, you've gotta think of it like dropping stones in the river. It doesn't go at the same speed every day, and sometimes places're faster than others, or there aren't as many things in the way. So even if you drop 'em in at different times, it doesn't always mean the first one's super far from the second." Pfft. The sun and moon taking turns. As if. If that were true, they'd fight like kits do.
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⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ 𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 / / \ \ 𝙿𝙰𝙸𝙽𝚃 𝙰 𝚄𝙽𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴 𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙴𝙸𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶 / / 07.25.23 \ \ 𝙵𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙴

• —ooc:
• — FALLINGLIGHT / / 11 moons old / / amab and uses masculine pronouns; will be startled by the use of any others.
  — warrior of riverclan / / earned warrior name early at 10 moons / / skilled but not experienced / / mentoring [n / a].
  — npc parents / / father died in the great battle and mother left when he was apprenticed / / no contact w / siblings.
  — flirtatious & disastrous bisexual / / fairly indiscriminate (even when he should be) / / closed to long-term romance.
  
  a fairly trim, athletic cream tabby and black chimera with high white. fur is thick and a bit sharp, though tends to soften and curl primarily around his face and tail when wet. eyes are a bright, gleaming blue at home with the river on clear, sunny days. he is rarely without a devil-may-care grin, though despite his daring personality, has yet to accumulate noticeable scarring.
  
• blurb goes here

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[salmonshade]

Where the rest of the kits were content to talk and chatter about the moon, sun and the inner workings of them, Salmonkit rests just a little bit away. Eavesdropping, maybe, as half-lidded blue eyes stare out at the gathering kittens. She's tired from people-watching all day, sitting in the shade of the nursery and just staring out in to camp. But- oh, Fallingkit says, uh... Salmonkit scrunches her nose up cause she doesn't quite get what he means. "That can't be right." the chocolate tortie voices her thoughts out-loud, tufted ears moving backwards against her skull. "Cause if they don't move the same speed, then, uh- then the sun would crash in to the moon and fall down." and oh, the thought of it is horrifying! They'd be plunged in to eternal night, but they would get to see the stars so Salmonkit supposes it wouldn't be too bad. She lifts a paw to Fallingkits abandoned shell, opening her mouth to speak again. "Can I play with that next, please?" she keeps her tone very polite because thats what her mom always said to do. Be polite, and use your manners.

₊˚.༄ info

• -> salmon ,, salmonshade
  -> cis female ,, she/her ,, 30 months
  -> warrior of riverclan ,, former marsh grouper
  -> fluffy & dainty chocolate tortie smoke with low white and blue eyes
  -> “speech, ff91a4” ,, thoughts
  -> lesbian ,, single
  -> smells like warm flowers & freshly cut grass
  

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