- Nov 1, 2024
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The nursery is alive with play, as if the comforting warmth and milk-scent of the nursery is able to drown out the otherwise miserable cold of leaf-bare. Silk-kit sits surrounded by her usual collection of vibrant feathers, dried flower petals, and delicate insect wings that shimmer when the light catches them just right. Her sapphire eyes sparkle with determination as she lays out her finest finds for the day's important project: giving her younger denmate a royal makeover.
"Hold still, Foalkit! You're going to be the most majestic kit in all of WindClan," She declares, her tone imbued with the authority only a kit could conjure. Despite being older, she finds it quite hard to keep up with the wriggling form of her victim, and she lets out a faux huff of frustration. "If you keep moving, this feather will end up in your nose!" The she-kit warns, trying to keep her voice serious but unable to hide the laughter bubbling up inside her. The blue-and-white girl lifts her muzzle with playful indignation.
With a giggle, she leans in closer, attempting to tuck the blue jay feather securely into Foalkit's fur while they squirm beneath her touch. "Just one more second, I promise! Then you'll look so grand that even the warriors will be jealous," She coaxes, her whiskers twitching as she tries to maintain her composure.
The nursery is alive with play, as if the comforting warmth and milk-scent of the nursery is able to drown out the otherwise miserable cold of leaf-bare. Silk-kit sits surrounded by her usual collection of vibrant feathers, dried flower petals, and delicate insect wings that shimmer when the light catches them just right. Her sapphire eyes sparkle with determination as she lays out her finest finds for the day's important project: giving her younger denmate a royal makeover.
"Hold still, Foalkit! You're going to be the most majestic kit in all of WindClan," She declares, her tone imbued with the authority only a kit could conjure. Despite being older, she finds it quite hard to keep up with the wriggling form of her victim, and she lets out a faux huff of frustration. "If you keep moving, this feather will end up in your nose!" The she-kit warns, trying to keep her voice serious but unable to hide the laughter bubbling up inside her. The blue-and-white girl lifts her muzzle with playful indignation.
With a giggle, she leans in closer, attempting to tuck the blue jay feather securely into Foalkit's fur while they squirm beneath her touch. "Just one more second, I promise! Then you'll look so grand that even the warriors will be jealous," She coaxes, her whiskers twitching as she tries to maintain her composure.