Private come shadow, come follow me ༊*·˚ magpiekit

[pipit]

pipit

The stench of this place is something most foul... unpleasant, an assailant on the unsuspecting nose. It does something... the affront to her senses that it is... to encourage the idea of wandering in hopes of fresher air gracing the nose. There are many wretched things to scent here... this underlying tone of unfamiliarity that ought to set a dark spine on end... it is perhaps youthful ignorance that sees each paw placed confidently in front of the other. No watchful hawk-eye mother to prevent her adventure, the hatchling is more than content to admire the sticky earth under-paw, squint up at the moss-infested trees and investigate every low gurgle that would be identified as a toad's croak by any knowledgeable adult.

Something distant inspires kitten curiosity, a mumbling of sorts that does not match the ambiance of the amphibians that roost nearby on bumpy logs and shallow puddles. Tiny, inscrutable shadow that she is, Pipit doesn't need to try very hard to blend into different shadows. In the creeping and crawling, the small cat is easily distracted by the blorbous shape of a collection of fungi standing about in the muck...

A deft paw slaps at it gently, watches it jiggle and jive from the recoil... and Pip is quick to devolve into a fit of giggles. Again... and another declaration of humor sounds between the gnarled trees. Ears swivel against the strange sound of an untranslated whisper- a ghoul, if mother was to be believed- "I'm just playing," goes explained to whatever ghastly being might be trying to offer lecture for the abuse of the mushrooms. A flicker-flame tail tip twitches, a humored beckoning, "C'mere.... I'll keep my teeth to myself, promise!"

It seemed rather impossible to bite a ghost anyhow...

@Magpiekit

 

[Magpiepaw ★]

He'll learn your face by heart

BUT YOU'LL BE IN BLACK & WHITE IN HIS EYES

Every pawstep leads him astray, he is reckless an impulsive today in a way he is often not, eager to get out of camp and see things he knows he won't be able too within its confines. He would normally, more sensibly, ask for an older cat to tell him about the marsh or perhaps even take him on a small walk, but there is no time for that in his mind today; the wanderlust was stronger than ever. Magpiekit, wandered slightly farther than he should and knowing that any moment he might be plucked up by a harried set of teeth and carried back to camp to be scolded, does not falter in face of the other patchy kitten he stumbles before, his steps uneven and bouncing as awkwardly as the mushrooms swatted beneath Pipit's paw.
"I'm not afraid of you, ghosts can't bite." He says, matter of fact, echoing the others own sentiment without knowing. His violet eyes turn from the kitten to the mushrooms abundant on the rotted log, their hooded caps tilted slightly and some somewhat squashed down from a careless paw - he doesn't know if these are important plants but he wonders all the same why it was necessary to smack them so. They seemed fine, at least.
"This is my first time meeting a ghost." Sort of, he doesn't mention the voice that once tried to lure him from camp - a lesson he learned by wandering out of camp himself without the need to be lured at all. "Do all ghosts like mushrooms?" An oddity he'd never heard of, the kitten overheard talks of ghosts plenty with the recent events of the clan but none mentioned mushrooms even one.

In the flick of a feather, he flies to your side

MAGPIEKIT

— kitten of shadowclan
— He/They
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— Solid black w/low white & blue-violet eyes.
— Has 'wobbly cat' syndrome.
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