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[Frightpaw]

*+:｡.｡ Frightkit flexes her paws, testing the weight she pushes upon them. She feels it more - her own fur, the ground beneath her touch, the air all around her. She couldn't tell you she feels better, but she feels more awake. Suppose it makes it an honorable thing, then, that her first thought after clawing her way out of the fog is to concern herself over her brother. Frightkit had been quite preoccupied with...Nightingalecry that she hadn't noticed, nor reacted in time, when Witherkit had been batted away by their 'Appa. It had only been when she'd curled up to sleep on the second night that she even realized one of her littermates was missing, sent off to recover in the medicine den. Surely by now he was all healed up and ready to return to the nursery?

Pushing against the ground, she walks towards that dungeon of healing. She'd never considered before how far away it was from the nursery. Each step felt like it took a century. The girl was exhausted by the time she reached the den, but the idea of seeing her brother alleviated some of the tiredness. Peering inside, she doesn't consider asking if Wolfsong or Cottonpaw are present, instead, she blurts out, "Witherkit? " She hopes he's ok. She isn't sure she has it in her to apologize to more corpses anytime soon.

@Witherkit

*+:｡.｡ Updated 6/7/24

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  " Speech "
  
  
  GENERAL:
  ☾ Frightkit
  ☾ DFAB— She/Her — Unsure
  ☾ 6 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ☾ Windclan Kit
  ☾ Sister to Deathkit, Witherkit, Grasskit, Whitekit and Midnightkit
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☾Physically very easy | mentally very easy
  ☾ Attack in bold #1b1e21
  injuries: None

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[Witherpaw]

His head was pounding, it hadn't stopped pounding for awhile now. He sat in the nest made up for him, fighting the urge to vomit out the headache, not that it would help. His eyes were closed and he had cobwebs stuck to the side of his face where Ebonylight's claws had raked across him, his thoughts were consumed with his mother though. He should have been watching her, he should have helped her, he should have, he should have. He drifted in and out of sleep the last day or two and each time he was engulfed in the moment over and over again, her body falling hard into the ground.

Their half-dream half-reality is shattered by the calling of his name. A familiar voice that at one point would have felt like comfort. His eyes open to see Frightkit, his eyebrows furrow almost instantly.

"Why are you here?" the words struggle to leave his mouth as the cobwebs are tacked around his lips and the cuts stretch at the movement. His ear flicks a little, but it would be hard to tell if it was from pain or annoyance. It wasn't until he saw her that he really started to blame her. They had been so caught up with their own lack of action they hadn't even considered that Frigthkit was the one that distracted her, that got her killed. His tail started to lash at the thought "You know what you should go." How could his sister have been so stupid, so selfish.

They felt like crying, they weren't even sure what they felt. It was wrong to be so mad at Frightkit and yet it's not like Ebonylight was there to be mad at. They stared at their paws, his head was stilling pounding and the threat of tears didn't make it any better, and he didn't want to look at his sister anymore.

"speech"
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[Frightpaw]

*+:｡.｡ Frightkit often received odd looks from cats, enough so that she was quite desensitized to it. Amusement, embarrassment, confusion, sometimes even repulsion, though that mostly only came from Ferretpaw - all kinds of emotions she was used to seeing directed at her and her antics. The looks she saw on her brother, though, were different. "To check up on you " she responds, squinting through her heavy lids to study the weird wrinkles on his face, "when are you coming back? " Although she likes to burrow herself into the nests of her apprentice friends, she wouldn't mind spending the night with her siblings again.
The meaning of his dismissal doesn't register.
"Wolfsong won't mind if I visit " she says with a tired sigh, stepping further into the medicine den. She takes a few steps in, before her ears finally twitch. "Wait " she mumbles, before looking up and staring harder at her sibling, "are you...mad at me? "

*+:｡.｡ Updated 6/7/24

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  " Speech "
  
  
  GENERAL:
  ☾ Frightkit
  ☾ DFAB— She/Her — Unsure
  ☾ 6 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ☾ Windclan Kit
  ☾ Sister to Deathkit, Witherkit, Grasskit, Whitekit and Midnightkit
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☾Physically very easy | mentally very easy
  ☾ Attack in bold #1b1e21
  injuries: None

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