pafp YOU COULD BE BETTER / fight + duskclan

[starlitpaw]

[ @wiltingkit obvi before the kits are split up! ]

They sit like a statue, jaw tensed, tail stuck to their side as if sapped there. Starlitkit wants to believe that they're no longer haunted by Kite's words - the damnation, the unequivocal nature of their words. "I am bad," they had said. "You will... keep me good." As if they aren't a mirror image to their Da, as if they cannot stare at their reflection and see StarClan's sin pouring from his eyes in delicate white streaks. A secret they were to keep, until earlier in that day where Kite broke the news. And they had just sat there, unfettered, unsurprised. Because they knew. Starlitkit was forced to know that he was never long for a better future, for he was Kite's tether to here, to being bad, to hoping and praying that a soul twinned to theirs would help them be good again. To knowing that will never happen.

He can't do that. Childishly, he wonders if he had ever been born with good in him to begin with. Perhaps the lost breaths upon being born had ben StarClan attempting to snuff him out; had they stolen them back, they wonder. Is StarClan angry, then, at Kite, at them? Perhaps Coyotecrown will have answers. Maybe Privetfrost.

They hardly notice the smaller, more delicate frame of their sister as she creeps around the edge of their vision. They're a fragile little thing, dusted with lilac and grey. Starlitkit breaks their silence to look to Wiltingkit, a rare inflection on their tongue as they murmur, "Shouldn't you be getting bathed?" To look nice for Florabreeze, to look nice for SkyClan. Starlitkit cannot hide the ugliness of jealousy in their chest, sparking a sharper, "What's your problem?" to the other youth.​

 

[wiltingkit]

They told her to get stronger. They told her that she would never survive, talked around all the ways that she is weak. She knew, before da told them that they were to be split. It's cruel. Hollowkit, with its unfocused eyes. Wiltingkit, with their fragile fearfulness. They are not worthy. They wear it in every syllable of their names, spilling out like venom. She sees it now, in everyone's eyes. The way they look down upon her, pity her, sneer at her. It is survival, but it is not living. DuskClan sees her as nothing but a snivelling child, fit for nothing more than being pampered. She'll prove them wrong. She'll prove Kitewail wrong.

Starlitkit sniffs at them, turns their head up. Venom drips from their tongue. She is unworthy, and they are. They are not the same. But her body is filling out, small but sturdy. She lifts her muzzle and bares her fangs, closing in upon her sibling. "Is that - is all I'm supposed to do just... Look pretty so mother - " she spits the word like a curse. Florabreeze, a cat who hardly exists to her - "wants me?" The level tone of her voice melts into a low hiss, and she crowds towards Starlitkit. Such a sweet name, such a hopeful name. Not like her, deathly and discarded.

"Do you think I'm weak...?" she demands, voice trembling with something that she is coming to realize is not fear. "Do you all think..." Her normally impassive face contorts into something ugly, something twisted and snarling. All this time - they were supposed to protect each other. They were at the bottom of the food chain, yes - but they were there together. And now, they're all looking down on her. With a throaty yell, the kit throws themself towards their sibling. Claws unsheath as she wrestles them to the ground - shock in those poor tear-streaked eyes, and it sings like sweet prey's blood in her belly. Her paw comes down - again, again, and again. Deer-brown eyes blow wide with the rage of antlers through meat.

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WILTINGKIT ㅤBIOGRAPHY ㅤ/ ㅤTOYHOU.SE
✿ nonbinary ( they / she )
✿ 3 moons oldㅤ & ages realistically, every 15th of the month
✿ kit of duskclan
✿ ㅤkitewail x florabreeze ㅤ
✿ littermate to starlitkit, hollowkit, larkspurkit
✿ penned by saturnid & ㅤmessage saturnids on discord for plots!

"SPEECH"

 

[PRIVETFROST]

To fight was not only to live to see another day, but to thrive with one's power, to carve one's way through the purest determination. There was little other way to gain the upper hand than to claw it out with one's own hands, to dig into the bloody meat and mar the body. It was pain that drove innovation, and never the other way around. A fighting spirit had been instilled into him since birth, and he learned firsthand how cruel the world could be to those that dared not retaliate. He had little hope for this generation of Duskclan, but if it could not be shown naturally, then he would simply tear it out from downy-feathered chest and bear it for all to see. Now Privetfrost did not catch the context of why the two siblings fought, but Wiltingkit's yell was the first to alert him to such a scene, with a caterwaul still fraught in persistent and callow youth. The deputy trotted towards the two siblings, with the cotton-furred Wiltingkit pinning her littermate to the ground. Like a desperate prey animal, she fought back with all the furor of a cornered beast. He did not stop Wiltingkit from bringing down her paw upon Starlitkit, and would not stop the sanguine if it were to well and crawl down their flesh, as though he watched some stageplay of demise unraveling at the hems of their bodies. If Starlitkit wanted to prove anything to Duskclan, then they would have to show that they could overthrow their sister... but he would not help. The way of the world was best learned firsthand, after all.

SIE WIRD HEUT NACHT NICHT UNTERGEH'N 🗡🗡🗡 UND DIE WELT ZÄHLT LAUT BIS ZEHN

• OUT OF CHARACTER. text
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  NOTE: Has several scars upon his chest and body. This is an outdated reference!​
  
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  PRIVETFROST & HE/HIM & 16 MOONS
  

  —— Deputy of Duskclan / Snakehiss x Berrysnap / Mentor of Larkspurpaw
  —— Wine-dark and white-tipped, almost like a magpie. He has black fur except for the tips of his ears, his muzzle and chin, a blaze on his chest, bottom portion of the legs, outer end of the tail, and along the upper ridges of eyes. He has ghost striping that can only be seen in certain sunlight and cold, fern-green eyes.
  —— A cool and calculating despot with little regard for those that do not fall within his plans. Hard to befriend and harder to maintain a steady friendship with, though he will humor one if they have something to offer him. Ambitious and ever-inquisitive of the curiosities of his own mind.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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