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Bullkit

im a lover and a sinner
Oct 20, 2024
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His first steps out of the nursery under orchidwings gentle gaze, orange eyes swiftly taking in the camp. The blue sky above was dizzying to look up to, it seemed if he looked up too long, he might fall over, so he kept his gaze foreward instead. The small fluffy body wobbled foreward, lips tugging backward upon a black muzzle while white fur swept over foggy eyes.

Gaze watched down to thin black paws as he took each careful step, black ears flattening against white. Suddenly, he hit forehead forward against a large paw. Gaze lifted to only see a foggy figure of colors, before pupils slit into crescents and a growl escaped the small boy. He pressed his body against the ground, fur fluffing out to try to appear bigger. Unfortunately, Bullkit was still much smaller than normal kits his age- the runt of a sickly litter of kittens.

But as far as Orchidwing seemed concerned, he was healthy. It was not yet known of his foggy sight. His growl would erupt into a hiss as the creature moved, a paw darting foreward to swipe at the much, much larger creature. (Though, it seemed a bit off where he tried to hit.)

 
( ⊱✿⊰ ) there are so many new faces in the nursery, something heatherkit has yet to get used to. too often is she woken by the mewling of someone’s charge, or has to drag a scrap of fur from her nest and back to their own. certainly, she thinks, windclan’s kits are way too comfortable with each other. personally, she cannot stand the closeness of all the bodies within the nursery. they brush against her, mussing up her fur, making her feel unclean, and therefore unsafe. she hasn’t brought it up to her papa - sootspot would make a fuss for all the other queens and kits, and heatherkit doesn’t necessarily want that. it’s just that she’d rather have some peace and quiet when in her nest.

unfortunately, it seems she’s had to seek it elsewhere. white painted paws push the girl’s body up from where she’s been laying, curled in a sunny corner of camp where cats do not often wander. dusky blue eyes flick around the space, a small yawn stretching her jaws daintily. patrols, boring. apprentices sparring, boring. a new face in the clearing… that could be interesting, if handled correctly.

she knows bullkit, knows his litter of tiny siblings, and she knows he is the smallest one, a scrap of a runt. not that she blames him - she cannot help being the smallest of her litter either - but it is funny to see him toddle around, gaze still foggy from getting used to seeing. a stretch trembles the muscles in heatherkit’s stocky body before the older kit makes her way over to the nursery, intent on helping introduce the littler kit to his clan. before she can greet him, the boy’s head collides with her paw. thea stops, mouth forming an oops as bullkit presses himself into the earth.

“use your eyes, bullkit,” she tells him seriously, tsking her tongue across her teeth. for a three-moon-old, he can see worse than her new-ish-born cousins. the girl gazes down at the bristling tom-kit, eyebrows raised. suddenly, the boy lashes out, paw connecting with heatherkit’s pristine chest fur, claws whiffing through it. she is not injured, only shocked, and she cries out. “hey! ew!” dirt now clings to the girl’s chest, and she feels the familiar crawling sensation under her skin. “eugh, bullkit, you can’t do that!” her sandpaper tongue carefully and quickly flicks the filth from her fur.


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  • HEATHERKIT ⊱✿⊰ SHE / HER, WINDCLAN. DAUGHTER OF SOOTSPOT, SISTER TO BRAMBLEKIT, NIGHTKIT. 5 MOONS, PENNED BY LAVS

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    a longhaired blue lynx point with blue eyes. her body is cloaked in pale snow-white fur, a storm of blue flooding her face, tail, and paws. stripes of darker blue accentuate her eyes nose, and band around her legs. shining eyes stare out from the angular shaped face, a deep, faded blue color.
 
Day to day life was getting increasingly boring for Erminekit. Sure, he had plenty of kits to play with, but there was also the little detail of oh my god he's almost six moons why can't he just be an apprentice now??? Anyway. Yawning as he approaches the nursery after a very tough and tiring day of doing... um... nothing... Erminekit can't help but snicker as little Bullkit swipes out with an uncoordinated paw at Heatherkit.

"You gotta do it like this, Bullkit," he says with a grin, bounding over to crouch down next to the younger kit and looking up at Heatherkit through narrowed, mischievous pale golden eyes. "Watch me!" That said, he swipes out with a white tipped paw, claws carefully sheathed, and attempts to playfully bat at Heatherkit's chest, his motion far more confident than Bullkit's had been.


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  • (img) Erminekit * he/him * 5 moons
    short furred blue sepia with low white and pale yellow eyes
    Peaceful & healing powerplay allowed || underline for attack
    penned by Neptune. || Neptune on disc, dm me for plots