private WAT U SED | ramkit, lambkit

[Cherryblossom]

She's thinking about him. Out of all the cats who have died recently, it's his ugly face that has to stain her thoughts. She tries to imagine Falcongaze's scowl, the tilt of his scarred jawline, but all she comes up with is the nebulous concept of his displeasure. It sits, tiny and dainty, next to her monumental guilt. She's finally put a name to it, at least. The feeling, the dark and sludgy one that sits in the space where his nest used to be, the one that Drowsynose won't let anyone else take, and no one does anyway because he's still in fits about it all.

She's carrying a robin—to the nursery or the cats in the elders' den, she forgot—when her paw detects something right under it and seizes up instead of stepping. The calico stumbles with a sharp little yelp, and the robin is flung sideways into the muddy snowmelt dirt. Another yelp, higher-pitched, meets flattened ears. "You—" She whirls around to meet the wide, pale eyes of one of her mother's kittens. "Ramkit." She says it sternly, like she wasn't the one who wasn't watching where she was going in the first place.

Just beyond her is her unmasked twin, whose name she remembers too by virtue of them both almost rhyming. A wispy sigh leaves her nose. "Watch where you're playing," she snaps, but it's half-hearted. Being nearly stepped on is a pathetic look on a kitten, no matter how angry they get about it.

@RAMKIT @LAMBKIT ​

 

[LAMBKIT]

Fresh to the world, Lambkit still has no clue who half of the cats here are. In time, he's sure he'll learn. Names and faces other than the ones he sees near-constantly will stick and his opinions will slowly form. It's all about first impressions, that's how he learns whether or not he will like someone or not. Bloody Mary had not had a good first impression on him. She had scared Butterflytuft and had raised a paw against him. Lambkit had learned that day about danger, about how there were cats who would hurt him if given the opportunity and they wouldn't say sorry for it like Butterflytuft had taught him either.

He is playing with his sister, a game that looses all importance in the wake of what happens next. A warrior comes along and it's clear even to him that her mind is elsewhere, her eyes distant and not looking where she's going. Theanguished cry of his littermate has him up in arms in an instant. One second, he's behind her waiting for her to continue their game and the next he's in front of her, tiny golden body wedged between her and Cherryblossom with a sneer worn on his face "You watch! he says, his voice too high pitched to be as intimidating as he would like. Didn't the adults know she couldn't watch where she was going? They should know, he thinks but he doesn't say it. "Say sorry! he demands instead, picking up his foot and stomping it with indignation. If Cherryblossom refused he would get Butterflytuft and she would certainly be able to get an apology from her right? Butterflytuft could fix anything after all.

-ˋˏ ༻❁✿❀༺ ˎˊ- but I’d stand in the garden with you

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  LAMBKIT SKYCLAN KITTEN ; HE / HIM
  SLATE X ORANGESTAR LITTERMATE TO RAMKIT; HALF BROTHER TO CHERRYBLOSSOM, OWLHEART, GLIMMERSUN, TAWNYCLAW & EGGBOUNCE
  

  A fluffy cream coated tom with mismatched white socked toes, a white marking blazing a trail down his face, and striking blue eyes.

  ✿ easy in battle + no formal training
  ✿ difficult to befriend
  ✿ Peaceful + healing power-play allowed, anything else with permission only