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[rimekit]

Celebration rings out through WindClan's camp, sounds of chatter and good tidings among the gathered crowd. A small break in the biting cold. A day of success for the hunting patrols. Rimekit, curious and eager to stretch her legs, pads from the nursery and weaves between various pairs sharing tongues and sharing prey.

Their conversations are mundane. They pale in comparison to the grand tales mother has spun about grandmother Sootstar (and Weaselclaw to a lesser extent). But the recollection itself strikes a nerve. A foreboding sense that Rimekit is not as powerful and beautiful as her lineage demands – as her mother preaches and praises.

The snowy kitten is lost in the troubled thought when she bumps into something solid yet plush. Rimekit stumbles back a step and casts an apologetic expression towards the large warrior she had walked into. Her expression shifts slowly, bright blue eyes scanning the burly tom and noticing… similarities. Most notably the splash of color upon the male's right paw.

Just like hers.

"We match." Her words are spoken loud enough to be heard but not exclaimed to the masses. "It is… nice to match with someone," Rimekit adds with the barest of smiles.

// @FOXGLARE but no need to wait​

[ penned by kerms ]​

 

[downyfur]

It's strange to match with someone. While Pinkshine sprung straight from Brightshine, the only resemblance they share with anyone in their immediate family is the white snaking through their belly and up their face. Even Mallowlark looked more like Heavy Snow than they did, all burly and white, except with a cheek-splitting smile rather than their father's kind one. Periwinklebreeze, Sheep-paw, and Heatherpaw all looked more like them than their own kin. Maybe it was just a moor-cat thing.

She chances past the unlikely twins on a sneaky second trip to the fresh-kill pile. Rather than indulging themself, they decide to stay for conversation with those they hadn't had much opportunity to do so before with, either because of their taciturn nature or plain inability to talk for moons. Deep blues flick between the girl's large gaze and Foxglare's large paw. "Do you want to be a moor-runner when you grow up?" Maybe Bluefrost's tunneler lineage would overpower Thriftfeather's muddled one; it was a little sad how kits couldn't choose what role they would fill. They couldn't see Scorchstar letting a potential tunneler go to waste, anyhow.​

 

[BLUEFROST]

Bluefrost remains blissfully unaware of how poorly little Rimekit had taken their storytime about Sootstar. She has no way of knowing, after all, that the fluffy she-kit is insecure about her looks, that she compares the smoked bits of her fur to the overwhelming similarities Comfreykit and Sootkit bear to their grandmother. Of all of the children she'd squirreled into the Clan on her sister's behalf, Rimekit is the one who looks the most like Cottonsprig, but there is an unknown element there, too.

After all, not even Cottonsprig is sure who sired those kittens. Bluefrost finds herself watching with suspicious eyes as Rimekit approaches Foxglare, but really, she has no idea she is watching a blood father with his trueborn daughter. Rimekit compares their forepaws — similarly colored — and looks up at him with innocent sky-colored eyes.

The queen's stomach flutters, just a little. Foxglare knows enough, and stars know what her sister's told him otherwise. She doesn't think she likes this interaction, but she has no concrete reason to put a stop to it, so she just... lingers.

Downyfur asks Rimekit if she wants to be a moor runner. Bluefrost allows herself to smile. "No doubt she will be. She has grown into those paws already. Just like her father." Thriftfeather, of course... because who else would she mean?

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

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• Bluekit . Bluepaw . Bluefrost, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — 23 moons old, ages realistically on the 14th.
  — mentored by Sootstar ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored Brackenpaw.
  — windclan queen. sootstar x weaselclaw, gen 2.
  — mated to Thriftfeather.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh blue smoke she-cat with white and emerald eyes. aloof, dignified, poised, haughty, composed, distant.

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[Sootkit]

.·:*¨༺ ♠ ༻¨*:·. Since their mothers story time, Sootkit had tried to not think so much about what she had learned. Of course, it was hard not to revel in the realization that mama had chosen to name her after their legendary grandmother; the realization that for that very reason, she must be special.

Despite the giddiness it had initially brought the kitten, the questions that had followed had become nearly overwhelming- especially the ones she tried really hard not to speak aloud. Like, did her being special make Sootkit more? More than her siblings… o-or was she supposed to be destined for greatness, too? Did her clanmates see what her mother saw in her? It makes the kitten antsy, all those endless thoughts.

On a throbbing paw, a pouty-lipped Sootkit is in the middle of frantically searching for Bluefrost when she spots her mother lingering near Rimekit, which puts a quickened step in the smoked kittens unsteady gait. "Mama, m-my paw…!" The kitten begins to complain less than a heartbeat after Bluefrost finishes speaking, even raising her hurt limb for inspection. The mention of moor runner registers in her young mind after a moment of delayed thought, and she turns to stare at Rimekit and Foxglare, blinking tears away from her waterline.

She hadn't heard what Downyfur said, but the warrior must be a part of the conversation somehow- so after a moment, Sootkit regards them with a quizzical blink as well, an echo on her lips; "moor runner?"

Mismatched hues turn back to Bluefrost, trying to recall the basics of moor runners and tunnelers. She had always heard the latter promised in her future. Rimekit was different from Sootkit, in many ways- which difference set them on opposite paths? Bluefrost had said something about paws; "Why does Rimekit get to be a moor-runner?"

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── AND ILL ALWAYS FEEL YOU ⋅ ✰ ⋅ IN MY BLOOD ──┐‎

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  SOOTKIT ♠ she/her, kit of windclan, 2 moons.
  ⭃ fluffy, blue smoked tortoiseshell she-kit with heterochromatic green & blue eyes.
  ⭃ daughter of Bluefrost xx Thriftfeather
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[SEDGEPOUNCE]

Sedgepounce wishes he didn't know. He does, and he doesn't. He's—trying really hard to be understanding, to not feel some weird sort of...something about all of it. He could be happy for them in another lifetime. If everything weren't wrapped up in secrecy and heartache and missed chances. So this terrible, selfish part of Sedgepounce wishes he didn't know. And it's pretty easy to pretend that he doesn't until Rimekit bumps directly into the problem firsthand.

"So then the rabbit breaks out of his arms, right? And wham!—" his yammering is interrupted by a blot of cotton-fluff. Foxglare's attention turns to her, and it's really for the better—Rimekit's soft-spoken observations have immediately grabbed at his heart and squeezed. His smile, already worn, falls away, but otherwise Sedgepounce hides it well.

They look so alike, he thinks. The thought rings in his ears, all strange and muted and cold, like riverwater in his head. It makes him feel sick. They look the same, but it doesn't mater because—

Bluefrost's voice cuts through the din, closely followed by one of her own smoke-furred brood. He almost feels grateful for the distraction. "Because, uh...she's tall," he answers. He doesn't think to stop and let Bluefrost answer her own kit; he's on autopilot. "But if you're small enough, you'll be a tunneler...like your mom."
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[Wasppaw]

She huffs, uncharacteristically openly annoyed at Sootkits arrival. Of course other cats get to talk about Sootstar like she's some hero. Of course they get to be named after her. But Snakehiss? No, a line to far.
She shifts from her perch outside the nursery. She had been playing with them, just something to keep her paws full and her mind empty during the day. But the confusion that lingers from Bluefrosts clueless mouth draws ears.
Poor Rimekit she almost has the mind to think. It's not hard to imagine what the kit was thinking about, not after that comment about looks. She watches, ever passive. Ever inoffensive- a skill Sedgepounce needed to touch up on apparently. He jumps in to the conversation. Not unusual for such a chatty Tom, but something about the way he said it made her tilt her head. There was something more going on here.
She made an effort to watch Bluefrosts face, tracking tones and micro movements. What wasn't being said?

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[SCORCHSTORM]

It's nice to match with someone. Scorchstorm is seldom mistaken for her mother, but from time to time a passing warrior might greet the wrong molly; might call to her across the moor and say Scorchstar instead of storm. Up close, their differences are far too easy to spot. For one, Scorchstorm towers over her mother's tunneler stature — she owes her broad shoulders and barrel chest to Badgermoon, and some other things, too — but look closer and one would notice the discrepancies in their scars, their patterning, the white tips of one's ears but not the other's.

But even beyond looks alone, Scorchstorm and Scorchstar often move and act in tandem. The branch sways in the wind so the leaf dances with it; fish swim with the current, not against. They are strong, bullheaded, and they serve WindClan first. It's what makes her a strong member of her mother's council, isn't it?

She's enjoying the break in the harsh cold, tuning absently in to Sedgepounce and Foxglare's stories, hearing them through cotton as she chases cottontails across the moors in her imagination. It's only when Rimekit speaks that she finally tunes in clearly. The conversation whirls above and below ground, from the moors to the tunnels as Rimekit's future is projected between cats. It's always a fun discussion when the kits begin to show their size — Scorchstorm remembers warriors cloistered together, whispering about her own future once upon a time.

White-tipped ears twitch as she picks up the thread that runs from Downyfur to Bluefrost to Sootkit to Sedgepounce. "Moor-runners are lucky to be above ground," she chuffs, leaning over like an old, thickly-boughed pine, wit saplike on her tongue. "Once, I heard a story of a tunneler getting a worm stuck up his nose, and apparently he never got it out." It's nothing more than an old Queen's tale. She's warm as the weather; ignorance grants her this hearth-like demeanor. Rimekit looks like Foxglare the same way Downyfur and Periwinklebreeze look alike — nothing else to it. Right?

𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 ✧

• ooc.
• SCORCHSTORM —— lead warrior of windclan, mentored by sunstar & badgermoon . scorchstreak x badgermoon . littermate to rumblerain, frostwind, and luckypaw ✦ penned by meghan
  
  ✦ a broad-shouldered tortoiseshell with low white and dual-toned amber eyes. extremely loyal to sunstar and her family, and enjoys a deep connection to the moorlands
  ✦ demigirl / she they pronouns / lesbian / 20 moons & ages every 1st
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— will start fights / will not flee / may show mercy. fights honorably and with great ferocity. can tank a few hits, but is not the sturdiest cat in windclan. starts fights with the intention of finishing them permanently, but will not aim to maim or kill obviously young cats
  
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, all opinions are in character
  ✦ full biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  

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