Private BABY MINE, DON'T YOU CRY ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ SMOKE

[BEE]

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ — "N... no! Nooooooo! NOOOOO!" Bee squeals as he tries to squirm away from Smoke trying to tidy his fur and using one of his favorite words too but it wasn't really his favorite when it got used against him. It makes the kitten think that maybe he should settle on a different word that isn't used so frequently by his papa whenever Bee tried to stray too far from the tire that he and his siblings were normally tucked away in. The black smoke kitten kicking out one of his legs as he struggles to get out of Smoke's grip and twists around to the point where his face smacks right into the sand earning him a mouthful of it. "Eeeeewwuyhhh... bleh BLEH..." Bee spat it out with his nose wrinkling not understanding why he needed to be clean to begin with, all he wanted to do was go play by the water and search for those jagged shells littered along the shoreline. A grain of sand must've slipped into his little pink nose since it caused a loud, open mouthed sneeze to leave him and it was enough to make his entire body shake in the process.

It feels as if some of his energy began to slip away from Bee as he finally grows limp with defeat but a loud whine slips from his small mouth to show his papa that he isn't pleased, that he chose to finally sit still instead of trying to squirm away again. A small snowy dipped paw lifts to brush away any leftover sand away with a look of disgust crossing his features and glances up to Smoke once more to see that he's making one of his faces again, Bee blinks his mix-matched gaze towards him only to tilt his head to the side and tries his best attempt at making the same face. His eyebrows knit together as he lifts his chin slightly and speaks once more "No!" A word that he's been familiar with since the day his ears opened and Bee would try tumbling after her father whenever he went on hunts though other times, the warmth of his younger siblings is enough to lull him to sleep usually.

A giggle erupts from the small child as the face of his parent seems to soften just for him in that heartbeat and small sandy covered paws reach forward adoringly in the direction of Smoke "Paaahpaa! Pahhapa! Paaapa!" The little one seems to singsong and the longer that he says it, it makes Bee realize that maybe this word is his most favorite.

DON'T WANNA LIVE AS AN UNTOLD STORY ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ RATHER GO OUT IN A BLAZE OF GLORY

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  KITTEN SKILLS;
  
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧
  MOSSBALL
  
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧
  PLAYFIGHTING
  
  — ✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧
  KITCLAN
  
  — ✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧
  POUNCING
  
  — ✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧
  LISTENING
• ✦ ( I CAN'T HEAR YOU, I DON'T FEAR YOU ) beekit ; kitten of the riverclan
  
  
  ✦ amab ; he/him ; 1 moons old ; ages the 10th every month
  
  
  ✦ a small, curly haired black smoke w/low white & blue/amber eyes
  
  
  ✦ bee's an excitable little kitten who follows after his papa or aunt constantly like some duckling, he's never too far from his siblings and speaks in very broken sentences or make little noises to get his point across. he's currently testing out his new teeth and will bite everything in sight, yes, this includes you.
  
  
  ✦ too young to consider love/engage in relationship ; literally a baby
  
  
  ✦ son of smoke && unknown ; littermate to cicada and cricket
  
  
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking ; will playfight and cry if he doesn't win, he also bites so be warned
  
  
  ✦ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset ; peaceful powerplay allowed

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[Smokewreath]

all you have is your

FIRE

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He loved his kits but every day he is reminded of how bad he is at being a parent, over time it had gotten easier as he learned what was needed and sometimes basic instincts were enough to get him through it but the rest was trial and error. Kittens were so unlike grown cats in more than just their size and frailty. They were bold in a way even an adult was not, honest to the point of cruelty, vocal in their feelings in a world were often a cat had to swallow their own emotions and misgivings down to survive. It was endearing and it scared him in a way; this sort of pure honesty.
Smoke struggled often to express himself and having his own kits do so openly and unabashed made him worry he was reflecting something cold and dark in their direction with his stoic silence, its why he smiled everytime one looked his way even if he didn't want to, even if there was nothing worth smiling about; in that one simple gesture he made clear they were something that lit up his face into a more positive visage, dropped his quiet brooding if even for a second - that association was enough for now, overtime he'd learn to love them a little more openly, a little more blatant, but while they were still learning how to place their paws without tripping he was also taking a terrifying step.
Bee wriggling free from him after every attempted cleaning just to wallow in the sand is such a common occurrence now he can't even find the energy to be annoyed though he does utter a quiet sigh; the problem was him, of course, that he continued to fight the inevitable knowing his defeat was assured each instance.
Rather than make a second attempt he rises stiffly, shoulders rolling as he glances back at Cicada and Cricket still peacefully dozing, his nose losers to neatly nudge the kitten upright - careful to not topple them over, "Come on." The dark tom knows his kits well enough by now to guess what will appeal to them most and if he can burn a little energy from them with play he will, "Let's collect shells." The spirits knew they had enough of those damned things lining the nest now to create an impenetrable tower, but there was an appeal in the jagged trinkets of the sea that his offspring were drawn to and he would not begrudge them small joys in this hellish place.

─ & the place you need to reach.

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& if I fall, I fall

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  Smoke

  
  — Future RiverClanner (Shipcat)
  — He/Him
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  — Solid black tom w/vitiligo and one orange eye.
  #ff7d46