- Feb 28, 2024
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𓆱 Branchkit is trying to be a big, brave kit about everything. He’s trying to act like a warrior, even though he’s just a kit. Snowypaw wouldn’t want him to be sad, even though she left him behind when she went… wherever she is now. But she left, and that makes him sad. His older siblings know more than they’ve told him—they said it themselves! It’s too complicated for him to understand right now, Shadepaw had said, but Branchkit just wants to know… Snowypaw is safe, but she’s not here, so how can anybody be sure she’s really safe? The little tom doesn’t want to think about what could happen to his big sister outside of ShadowClan territory—but with the explanation being plainly she’s gone, he doesn’t have very much to go on.
All his other big siblings seem kind of sad, and it makes Branchkit even sadder. He doesn’t want to… to bother them. But his family is the most special part of the clan to the boy. And one day, while he’s in the middle of building a mud-den in an uninhabited corner of the camp, he spots a kind of familiar gray and white form lingering about. Flintpaw… no, Flintwish… Flintwish is his cousin, and is a nice clanmate, he thinks. So Beanchkit attempts to wave them over with a paw. In a voice small yet optimistic, the boy asks, "Wanna play with me?" His words are simple and softly spoken, punctuated by a small flicker of his tail. He doesn’t even wait for the older feline to respond, though, because one of the sides of his little mud pile starts to crumple in on itself. It doesn’t look very much like a den anymore, and it definitely doesn’t look like the leader’s den. Branchkit frowns, pale paws patting against the muddy surface to try and reshape it. "Fix… fix that. Then… this!"
All his other big siblings seem kind of sad, and it makes Branchkit even sadder. He doesn’t want to… to bother them. But his family is the most special part of the clan to the boy. And one day, while he’s in the middle of building a mud-den in an uninhabited corner of the camp, he spots a kind of familiar gray and white form lingering about. Flintpaw… no, Flintwish… Flintwish is his cousin, and is a nice clanmate, he thinks. So Beanchkit attempts to wave them over with a paw. In a voice small yet optimistic, the boy asks, "Wanna play with me?" His words are simple and softly spoken, punctuated by a small flicker of his tail. He doesn’t even wait for the older feline to respond, though, because one of the sides of his little mud pile starts to crumple in on itself. It doesn’t look very much like a den anymore, and it definitely doesn’t look like the leader’s den. Branchkit frowns, pale paws patting against the muddy surface to try and reshape it. "Fix… fix that. Then… this!"
- ooc: pls wait for @FLINTWISH !
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BRANCHKIT ❯❯ he/him, kit of shadowclan
đ– ° fluffy lilac tabby with white spotting and amber eyes. quiet but cheerful, very naĂŻve.
đ– ° son of ferndance and needledrift
đ– ° peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
đ– ° penned by foxlore