Thornkit had never paid much mind to the sky. Back when it had been just him, his littermates, and their mother, he'd had more important things to occupy his time with than stars and clouds, like playing games and resting afterwards. Growing up outside of the contained society of a Clan, all of his mother's focus when it came to her kits bordered on the more practical side of things: games, while they shared the underlying intention of teaching future skills such as hunting and fighting, were more based in those skills overtly than they were in ThunderClan. They'd had no time or reason to waste their time pointing out stars in the night sky and claiming they were ancestors.
Now that Thornkit was part of the grand scheme of a Clan, a protected member, fragile and important, he found that he had more free time than he honestly knew what to do with. Perhaps if Faithkit wasn't sick, he could have spent it playing with her and Falsekit in the bumbling way the other ThunderClan kits did, but that wasn't the case. As it stood, Thornkit had no desire to get to know the inhabitants of the nursery, and what few interactions he had had with the other kits had made it seem as though neither were they interested in entertaining him very much - all the better for him, really. He didn't need to make nice with his peers in this Clan, he just needed to stay close to his sister, cozy up to Serpentberry, and ensure his small family's survival into the future.
All of that taken into consideration, he was left with that abundance of time he didn't know how to spend, time that had led him into more trouble than good. If he couldn't get along with his peers, and his littermates couldn't - or wouldn't - join him in his excursions outside of the medicine cat's den, Thornkit found that he was considering turning to the few other individuals that he'd been introduced to shortly after Serpentberry had brought him to ThunderClan in the first place: her own litter, the three apprentices - four, technically, counting Rowanpaw, but Thornkit saw her more often as they shared a space - that he supposed he was expected to consider his older siblings. Thornkit had noticed that of all the ThunderClanners, they seemed to have been more openly hesitant and reserved about Serpentberry taking him and his siblings under her wing, and he gave them credit for not shying away from how odd the situation was.
Under a sun framed neatly by fluffy clouds, Thornkit stalked with purpose towards the tom that most resembled Serpentberry. Two of her kits had pelts like hers, but Thornkit had noted that one seemed more muddied, while one shared the saturation that their mother boasted in her own coat. To Thornkit, Rattlepaw would have been a near copy of Serpentberry if not for his amber eyes and the way all of Serpentberry only seemed to show in half of him - the other half was the paleness of a ghost that Thornkit had more ties to than he knew.
"You..." Thornkit trailed off, suddenly uncertain; the barbed words he'd had ready for Rattlepaw died on his tongue. How would Serpentberry react if he lashed out at her older kits? Would there be consequences that he'd, up until now, failed to consider? His expression harshened, but Thornkit stared down at the ground and flicked his tail in agitation. "I heard that your ancestors are the stars, or something. Where do they go during the day, then? Are they also the clouds?" His tone was undoubtedly abrasive, but perhaps a tiny bit more considerate than it could have been.
Now that Thornkit was part of the grand scheme of a Clan, a protected member, fragile and important, he found that he had more free time than he honestly knew what to do with. Perhaps if Faithkit wasn't sick, he could have spent it playing with her and Falsekit in the bumbling way the other ThunderClan kits did, but that wasn't the case. As it stood, Thornkit had no desire to get to know the inhabitants of the nursery, and what few interactions he had had with the other kits had made it seem as though neither were they interested in entertaining him very much - all the better for him, really. He didn't need to make nice with his peers in this Clan, he just needed to stay close to his sister, cozy up to Serpentberry, and ensure his small family's survival into the future.
All of that taken into consideration, he was left with that abundance of time he didn't know how to spend, time that had led him into more trouble than good. If he couldn't get along with his peers, and his littermates couldn't - or wouldn't - join him in his excursions outside of the medicine cat's den, Thornkit found that he was considering turning to the few other individuals that he'd been introduced to shortly after Serpentberry had brought him to ThunderClan in the first place: her own litter, the three apprentices - four, technically, counting Rowanpaw, but Thornkit saw her more often as they shared a space - that he supposed he was expected to consider his older siblings. Thornkit had noticed that of all the ThunderClanners, they seemed to have been more openly hesitant and reserved about Serpentberry taking him and his siblings under her wing, and he gave them credit for not shying away from how odd the situation was.
Under a sun framed neatly by fluffy clouds, Thornkit stalked with purpose towards the tom that most resembled Serpentberry. Two of her kits had pelts like hers, but Thornkit had noted that one seemed more muddied, while one shared the saturation that their mother boasted in her own coat. To Thornkit, Rattlepaw would have been a near copy of Serpentberry if not for his amber eyes and the way all of Serpentberry only seemed to show in half of him - the other half was the paleness of a ghost that Thornkit had more ties to than he knew.
"You..." Thornkit trailed off, suddenly uncertain; the barbed words he'd had ready for Rattlepaw died on his tongue. How would Serpentberry react if he lashed out at her older kits? Would there be consequences that he'd, up until now, failed to consider? His expression harshened, but Thornkit stared down at the ground and flicked his tail in agitation. "I heard that your ancestors are the stars, or something. Where do they go during the day, then? Are they also the clouds?" His tone was undoubtedly abrasive, but perhaps a tiny bit more considerate than it could have been.
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THORNKIT—he/him + 02 moons
ThunderClan kit
NPC ♡ NPC | adopted by Serpentberry
Brother to Falsekit, Faithkit
Mate to N/A | Father to N/A
Mentored by N/A | Mentoring N/Apenned by Archivist
