- Jun 16, 2024
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˖⁺‧₊ ☽◯☾ ₊‧⁺˖ Vulturekit hasn't been able to stop thinking about what Scorchstreak said to him - about the cat who shared his name meeting a gory demise at the hands of rogues. It makes him feel ill, opens a pit at the bottom of his stomach. Like there's something wrong with him, like just sharing that name makes him - cursed.
He shivers, just a bit, at the thought. But - it can't be that bad, right? For Periwinklebreeze to name him after the tom... There must be something good there. He thinks of asking his dad, but something about the scars across his eye and the memory of blood between his teeth stills his tongue. Instead, he seeks out another familiar face to the nursery's residents. She does not visit any longer, and so he seeks her out - discreetly, shuffling over with a faux-casual air as she lounges by the freshkill pile. "Hey, uh, c-c-c..." His words catch; he breathes, tries again. "Cuh - C-Cotton - Cottonsprig," the name is shaped with some determination, his traitorous tongue feeling particularly uncooperative today.
Vulturekit blinks at her for a moment, presses their ears back. "Sorry, um, I wanted to ask..." His courage wanes. She was not his apprentice, but she is less intimidating than the one who was. "You... you knew Vulturemask, right? Um, I think." His paws fiddle nervously with a strand of grass, looking anywhere but her eyes.
"...What was he like?" He finally asks, soft. "I mean, I was named after him, but I d-dhh... I don't know anything about him."
He shivers, just a bit, at the thought. But - it can't be that bad, right? For Periwinklebreeze to name him after the tom... There must be something good there. He thinks of asking his dad, but something about the scars across his eye and the memory of blood between his teeth stills his tongue. Instead, he seeks out another familiar face to the nursery's residents. She does not visit any longer, and so he seeks her out - discreetly, shuffling over with a faux-casual air as she lounges by the freshkill pile. "Hey, uh, c-c-c..." His words catch; he breathes, tries again. "Cuh - C-Cotton - Cottonsprig," the name is shaped with some determination, his traitorous tongue feeling particularly uncooperative today.
Vulturekit blinks at her for a moment, presses their ears back. "Sorry, um, I wanted to ask..." His courage wanes. She was not his apprentice, but she is less intimidating than the one who was. "You... you knew Vulturemask, right? Um, I think." His paws fiddle nervously with a strand of grass, looking anywhere but her eyes.
"...What was he like?" He finally asks, soft. "I mean, I was named after him, but I d-dhh... I don't know anything about him."
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@cottonsprig
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"SPEECH"
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VULTUREKIT ⛧ he / they, kit of windclan, five moons.
⭃ a spiky-furred dark tabby with amber eyes.
⭃ skittish and dour, with little time for typical kit games.
⭃ micheal x npc, adopted by periwinklebreeze. sibling to dustkit and bilberrykit.
⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
⭃ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.