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[Dovekit Dovekit]

Dovekit​

status: Watching, Curious​

The small kit watched the little moth flutter and flap, struggling to get off the ground and back into the air. It had been doing that for a little while and she had been watching it the whole time. Such fleeting things moths. "Hello." The cream colored kit leaned down slowly to whisper to the moth. "What secrets do you hold I wonder? Where do you go?" She had noticed less and less of the creatures as it got colder and colder and she is surprised this one is still here. How very strange that it has not disappeared like the other whisperers. But based on it's current inability to fly perhaps that had something to do with it.

"I could help you, if you had a secret to share." She drags a leaf she had seen nearby closer. If the moth shared a secret then she was prepared to help it escape. But if it didn't...she's not entirely sure what she would do. Probably continue watching it. She did quite enjoy watching the birds and the moths fly. Dove's head tilts the other way as she continues to stare unblinking at the creature. Waiting for a secret that will not come for she can not actually understand the bugs.

you are the dreamer and we are the dream

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  DOVEKIT She/Her Fawn tabby with low white and somatic mutation and blue eyes. A sweet whimsical child who loves moths and bird.
  
  ꨄ︎ Kit of Skyclan / Mentored by N/A
  ꨄ︎ Sister to Berrykit and Ducklingkit / Daughter to Chrysalisgaze and Starlingtrail
  ꨄ︎ 6 moons; ages on the 1st of every month (updated 12/8/2025)
  ꨄ︎ speech thought action
  ꨄ︎ peaceful/healing powerplay permitted
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[Hawkstar]

LEADER OF SKYCLAN

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Hawkstar never really understood the child-development era of being fascinated with bugs. She was sure that most of her own children went through the same, but she never could find it charming when Threekit or Badgerkit tag-teamed storing worms and centipedes in their family's shared nest.

When Dovekit leans down to whisper to a little moth, Hawkstar can not help but see Threekit in the back of her mind, mouth full of assorted grubs, all big eyes and pleading smiles. Adorable, but still armed and ready for creepy-crawly mischief.

"It's best to put the thing out of its misery," Hawkstar meows kindly to the kitten as she moves to sit beside them, "Moths can not survive on their own during the leaf-bare months, it becomes too cold for them to fly. See how it struggles now? Its wings are not strong enough to hold it up, so it will keep using its energy until it's too tired to fight anymore. When you are an apprentice, you'll see this in the prey you'll hunt too. You'll have to be quick about your kills so you don't allow a creature to suffer for too long. It's cruel, in a way."

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