- Jul 5, 2024
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cats like tigerkit.
she knows this on account of how they go all misty - eyed around her, cooing down at the way she crosses white - mitted paws and blinks big, mismatched eyes in a way bayingkit never could. she'd look dumb, blinking her eyes like that. she speaks slow, with a lot of ums and uhs, like she's always confused. bayingkit has only ever spoken like she knows everything in the world, because . . she might as well. she sways back and forth on her heels and talks low and soft and eager to please and despite their looks, bayingkit didnt really feel anything like tigerkit at all. when she was little . . littler, she didnt care about this at all.
she cared about it now, though. she cared when she spots shrewkit and thrashkit and even some apprentices stroll up to her like they liked her best and . . why was that? what was there to tigerkit that bayingkit didn't have? they looked the same, and bayingkit could blink her eyes and mumble and smile and -- all that. thats all she did, right? a simple enough question ; though the child stared and bristled and stewed at her sister from camp's sidelines until she worked up the courage to ask. in the middle of a very uninteresting game of one - kit mossball ( that a duo of elders watched with a stupid - dreamy smile from where they sit in their old - cats den. ), bayingkit butts in between tigerkit and her toy by stomping a big paw onto it. it squishes uncomfortably beneath her pad.
" whyre you over here by yourself, huh? you got friends. " it sounds more accusatory than she intends ; glaring down lupine snout towards dual - toned eyes, ratty tail lashing a storm. she stares in a way thats almost haughty, mocking despite the sincerity tearing circling in her mind. her gaze flits up and down, before squinting a fierce look that dares her to laugh. to giggle, or question, or baby her . . she just wanted to know. her nose juts down, uncomfortably close to her sister's face, " what makes you so special? "
she knows this on account of how they go all misty - eyed around her, cooing down at the way she crosses white - mitted paws and blinks big, mismatched eyes in a way bayingkit never could. she'd look dumb, blinking her eyes like that. she speaks slow, with a lot of ums and uhs, like she's always confused. bayingkit has only ever spoken like she knows everything in the world, because . . she might as well. she sways back and forth on her heels and talks low and soft and eager to please and despite their looks, bayingkit didnt really feel anything like tigerkit at all. when she was little . . littler, she didnt care about this at all.
she cared about it now, though. she cared when she spots shrewkit and thrashkit and even some apprentices stroll up to her like they liked her best and . . why was that? what was there to tigerkit that bayingkit didn't have? they looked the same, and bayingkit could blink her eyes and mumble and smile and -- all that. thats all she did, right? a simple enough question ; though the child stared and bristled and stewed at her sister from camp's sidelines until she worked up the courage to ask. in the middle of a very uninteresting game of one - kit mossball ( that a duo of elders watched with a stupid - dreamy smile from where they sit in their old - cats den. ), bayingkit butts in between tigerkit and her toy by stomping a big paw onto it. it squishes uncomfortably beneath her pad.
" whyre you over here by yourself, huh? you got friends. " it sounds more accusatory than she intends ; glaring down lupine snout towards dual - toned eyes, ratty tail lashing a storm. she stares in a way thats almost haughty, mocking despite the sincerity tearing circling in her mind. her gaze flits up and down, before squinting a fierce look that dares her to laugh. to giggle, or question, or baby her . . she just wanted to know. her nose juts down, uncomfortably close to her sister's face, " what makes you so special? "
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i. @TIGERKIT hehehehe
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BAYINGKIT
———————SHE / HER, KITTEN OF THUNDERCLAN. NIGHTBIRD xx RACCOONSTRIPE, SISTER TO TWILIGHTKIT, TIGERKIT, STORMKIT & LIGHTNINGKIT. 3 MOONS OLD, SMELLS LIKE DISRUPTED SOIL & WET FUR. PENNED BY ANTLERS.
a large, unsightly black tabby kitten.mongrelish, standing all thistlethorn fur and bared teeth, bayingkit would be thought roguesblood if not for the dogtooth crown she uncomfortably bears. a hereditary haunting lies in the shag of ornate black striping and long limbs that do not yet suit her wide, slouching shoulders ; her fathers daughter, laced in dredge and filth moreso than he’d ever been. a constant, incessant need to make herself small forms in hunched spine and weary, whale - eyed suspicion, communicating mostly in rumbling growls.. bayingkit tends to hold herself with a tuck tailed and trembling livewire of feral volatility.
