*+:｡.｡ Ebonylight still thinks so very fondly of the three little worms that had poked their way out of their ebony-striped apple core of a heart. What were their names again? Scarykit, Black-kit...uhh Nightingale Jr.kit? How silly was it to tack on a -kit at the end of their names, at least that odd tradition made half of their names easy to remember. Sometimes, when Ebonylight is bored (which is honestly very often) they wonder what life would've been like had they managed to pry their babies out of Nightingalecry's selfish paws and taken them all to Duskclan. Taking care of Gravelspark had been a bitch and a half though, so Ebonylight couldn't say they would've enjoyed having to share their meals with three other mouths...but it might've been fun challenging them to fight for their right to share with their parent.
Through the thick grass, she almost fools herself into thinking Nightingalecry is waiting for her. Although their shared child is not
quite a copy of their mother, some of her features still poke through. It's enough to make Ebonylight miss the beauty that had betrayed him. She hopes Nightingalecry's lovely voice is screaming for her in the afterlife...what a song that would make.
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My baby" Ebonylight chirps, soft and sweet, bursting with so much love it practically makes their teeth glow as they step out of the shadows to greet their little spawn. Fuck, what was this one's name again? Spook-kit? Kit-kit? Does it matter? "
Oh how I've missed you" they purr, eyes darting to the bird the kitten had caught. Not big enough. He saves that criticism for later, instead choosing to
press his muzzle against the child's forehead.
They smell like a running breeze, rye and sedge dancing in the wind...Nightingalecry's watery eyes and strained smile. Red that made her gray fur shine a gorgeous hue in the moonlight. "
Deathpaw" he breathes, relishing the name, the prophecy, his bitter wish, and his happiest memories. "
You shouldn't worry about me, I'm alright. Have you eaten?" Although Ebonylight was by no means as thick around the waist as he used to be when living in a proper clan, he was no stranger to hunger and kept his body language carefully restrained. Deathpaw will not see her father as weak tonight. "
If you were with me, you wouldn't ever have to wait last to eat" Ebonylight laments, pressing his cheek against Deathpaw's.
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GENERAL:
‡ Ebonylight
‡ DFAB— He/They/She — Pansexual
‡ 18 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
‡ Duskclan (Rogue)
‡ Mates with Nightingalecry, father to Frightkit, Deathkit and Witherkit
COMBAT:
‡ Physically hard | mentally hard
‡ Attack in bold black
injuries: None currently
