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[Faithkit]

FAITHKIT

A BOUQUET OF BRAMBLES

SHE/HERx THUNDERCLAN KITx 03 MOONS​

☆ A sickly fawn cream tortoiseshell with low white
☆ Adopted child of Serpentberry, littermates with Falsekit and Thornkit
☆ penned by Juice↛ Ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.​

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A deep breath escapes you as a cold breeze ruffles against your pelt. It almost threatens to seep into your rib cage, though you hold strong with a suppressed shiver and nothing beyond a sniff from your damp nose. Oh, that wouldn't do at all. Pressing a paw delicately to it to dab at the residual snot, it wouldn't do to be seen sniveling when you're supposed to be moving. Hesitantly your eyes drift to your siblings, taking in if the nerves have set in for them yet. Not that you think either would truly show that if so, they always seemed determined to appear stronger if you were around. Would that change now? There's a lot more cats their age in the nursery than there is in the medicine cat den, maybe they wouldn't feel duty bound to hang around you for so long? The feeling grips your chest, sinking pinprick claws into the flesh of your heart. The blood it leaves in it's wound pulls you down further into a mental spiral, the idea of losing them too was too great. Maybe it would be for the best to feign illness, though you doubt you would be a good enough actor to slip by Rowanpaw.

"It seems loud" you whisper, not quietly, to one of your siblings. You had been inside there before, around it even more frequently. It seemed different now you supposed, earlier it was something you could escape from with ease. A wilting glance is given to the vague area of land behind you, distantly looking for Loonstar or her den but without any real commitment. You didn't particularly have the heart to be seen looking for protection elsewhere either. Appearances would probably go a long away, you highly doubt the first impression the clan has about you is a positive one. Not negative either... just sympathetic and you grow tired of pity.

Though maybe some pity would be nice... Parting from your brothers sides you shuffle a little closer to Rowanpaw. "Could I bring parts of my old nest?" You're not sure your true desire would be allowed, any herbs are important for the clan. Unfortunately they also feel like home to you, you could settle for old moss though. Surely the smell must have embedded themselves in there, even for your dulled senses. Is that considered uncouth though? Surprisingly you find that you don't actually care about this being a potential social taboo. The question in some parts serves as a way to prolong the inevitable, you're convinced you could question your family for hours as opposed to settling down in there.

Please wait for one of the following to reply first! @FALSEKIT @Thornkit @rowanpaw

 

[rowanpaw]

☆ Rowanpaw hovers at the trios side as they take their first steps towards the nursery den, towards a fragile but real freedom, for the first time in their lives. There'll be oversight, sure, but no more of her or of the shadow of Serpentberry. No more smell of herbs. And they'll be around kits their own age, which Rowanpaw thinks will do them good. They've been too isolated, cut off from the clan in the dark of her den, clinging to each other too desperately.

Faithkit is first to speak up, and Rowanpaw lets out a small laugh.

"It is loud," she says. "But you'll get used to it soon enough."

Could I bring parts of my old nest?

"Hm?" Rowanpaw says, blinking down at her in surprise. "Your old nest? Well… if you don't mind the smell of herbs, you can bring the whole thing, Faith. I'll help you carry it."

☆ ROWANPAW. 14 moons
mentored by serpentberry,
adopted daughter of serpentberry and thornstar
peaceful powerplay allowed
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[SUNKIT SUNKIT]

SUNKIT

HE / HIM
4 MOONS
THUNDERCLAN KIT

PENNED BY SATURNID

Sunkit meets the troupe of cats at the mouth of the nursery with eyes wide. Two familiar kitten faces, one adult half-known from passing paws, and one kitten only ever caught in glimpses of a sheltered place. Thr missing sister of a triad - he can hardly imagine, his own sister practically glued to his side.

Faith. He fixates on her, padding a few quick paces forward before stopping short. "You're new," he blurts. He can gather enough from the bits of conversation - another face for the nursery, this one shivering and hesitant. The medicine den is a temporary place, this much he knows. A blink, and he quickly replaces his wide-eyed confusion with a smile. "Or, you've been gone so long you're new now. Right? I think that's it." A quick jerk of a no, idly in time to his own affirmation.

He wastes little time joining in on the medicine cat apprentice's conversation with the new kit. "Oh, I haven't smelled many herbs - " A pause, sifting through through a short catalog of memories. "any herbs - before! Are there herbs in your nest? Did they make you better?" He lets himself talk to fill the quiet that the little sickly kit has left, before pacing back a step and laughing at his own overeagerness. "Sorry," he chuckles around the word, more polite than remorseful. "Um, what I mean to say is welcome! You're - you are coming to the nursery, right?"

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[MOONKIT MOONKIT]

MOONKIT
SHE/HER
4 MOONS
THUNDERCLAN KIT

PENNED BY EMPYREAN

Moonkit is her brother's shadow. As he smiles and laughs and chats she lingers silently behind him, watching and waiting. She is already exhausted from spending so much time out of the nursery with him, and has little energy for talking to new people. Sunkit, on the other paw, seems ecstatic to meet Faithkit. As he chats their ears of, she slowly blinked. Her brother wants to know everything there is to know about their new denmate. This is why he is always making friends, she thought. He was a better, kinder cat than she was.

Meanwhile, all she wanted was for them to get out of the doorway.

Of course, she wasn't going to interrupt Sunkit to say as much. As the conversation drags on, she realizes she is staring at the new kit. It's a bad habit of hers, her mother always tells her it is rude to stare. She knows she should at least introduce herself, so that she did not embarrass her brother. With great effort she forces herself to stop sulking behind him and join the conversation, stepping up beside him instead. "Hello... nice to meet you... Faithkit..." She quietly mutters, her tone completely flat. "Welcome." Moonkit adds after Sunkit says it.

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[Faithkit]

FAITHKIT

A BOUQUET OF BRAMBLES

SHE/HERx THUNDERCLAN KITx 03 MOONS​

☆ A sickly fawn cream tortoiseshell with low white
☆ Adopted child of Serpentberry, littermates with Falsekit and Thornkit
☆ penned by Juice↛ Ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.​

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"I guess I am" you felt new anyways, was being so exhausted already the hallmark of a fresh face in the clan? That's how you felt when you were actually new here, so you supposed it was fitting. You find it difficult to find anything to solely hold onto with Sunkit, other cats identities were easy to find. You knew Thornkit by his fangs, how they snap together when he's usually mad. Falsekit by his voices tempo. Rowanpaw's eyes but rather how they moved compared to them just being stationary. If asked to ever identify someone by their whole sum of features you would be hard pressed but it's always easy to know someone by something small. Your eyes find it difficult to focus on the features in front of you but his coat was easy to cling onto, the vibrancy of it, like the leaves in sunlight.

It hurts a little to look at him for too long, though to build resilience you hold onto it. Only tearing to look at Rowanpaw you prick your cheek against kitten fangs, not enough to draw blood but the feeling of the flesh catching against it gives you something to focus on other than your anxiety. "Would that be okay?" Of course it would, she had said you could bring it and she just offered to help. Pausing once again, a little longer this time, you nod "please" you weren't looking forward to having a new nest at all. Sunkit asks questions, a little too much for your liking but you thought it was endearing too in a way, you think you could grow to like it more when you were used to being here. If anything you wondered how he found it so easy to talk, part of you wanted to ask but you thought that would be rude to do to someone so nice. "Have you not been sick before?" The concept is novel, you could even be jealous if you weren't so surprised. "You could... smell my nest if want?" Was that weird? You feel like you stumbled onto a social trap here, feeling your ears flush you look to the medicine cat apprentice for guidance.

Blinking slowly as he backtracks and lands on welcoming you, the feeling of a stare you have been trying to avoid shifts. Only then do you feel confident enough to stare back at Sunkit's shadow of a sister. The two of you seem to have that in common, the fact that you stare for too long for what would be considered polite. There's a spikiness to her, you notice how the tufts of fur around her cheek almost look like softer lightning bolts in the sky. Warm air breathes out from your nose, not quite a laugh but a huff of amusement nonetheless. It almost startled you, how quickly this combination of kits made you feel a little less scared to sleep here. It's still loud though, devasatatingly you realized that wasn't fading anytime soon. "Thank you..." coughing slightly out of reflex rather than need you clear your throat. "Um... what are your names?" That's the first step to making friends, right? Learning their names.

 

[Dewshine's icon Dewshine Dewshine]

Come on, come on
We can go away

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Dewshine is busy adjusting her own nest in the nursery when she hears them all. Serpentberry's foundlings. The thought makes her chest ache somewhat at the thought of her friend and confidante, gone. The unwelcome feeling is pushed away to replace it with a smile as she ambles towards the small crowd of kittens, round with her own kits still growing inside her. It was good to see that Faithkit was well enough to move into the nursery, it probably put her siblings at ease as well to know that she was getting better.

"Moving into the nursery now, are we?" Her voice is gentle, pale eyes briefly flicking to Rowanpaw as if to check that she is correct in her assumption before returning to the kits before her. "It's loud now but it will quiet down a little in a bit, everyone is just excited to meet you and your siblings properly."

It was much the same when she'd brought Boar and his siblings into the nursery that first night. With kits and caretakers alike chattering at the new faces out of curiosity.

She sits, curling her tail around her paws. "...Why don't we move out of the entrance, hm? That way everyone can come and go as they need. If you want help or get overwhelmed, just ask me, alright? My nest is over there." The molly gives a nod towards the nest in question before smiling once more.

37 moons

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thunderclan warrior

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she/her

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bio

We Don't Need Them

DEWSHINE

✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
✦—Silver She Cat W/ Orange Eyes And Dark Stripe Along Her Tail
#8f85c2

 

[Thornkit]

As Rowanpaw escorted him and his siblings to the nursery, Thornkit repeated a single mantra over and over in his head: For Faithkit. For Faithkit. When Rowanpaw had gathered up the three of them and asked whether they wished to leave or stay in ThunderClan, Thornkit had resolved to abide by what Faithkit and Falsekit decided - and, in the end, they'd chosen to remain in this place that they'd be pulled into. He'd come to ThunderClan for Faithkit, he'd accepted the new name that Serpentberry had given him for Faithkit, he'd stay in ThunderClan for Faithkit. Everything he did revolved around his sister, and he'd listen to her every command if it meant she allowed him to watch over her.

The nursery was loud, as Faithkit observed. With the memory of how Hazykit had attacked his sister still fresh in his mind, Thornkit scanned the nursery's interior with a glare, as if daring any of the other kits to get too close. He wasn't a fool, or ignorant - he knew full well there were those among ThunderClan who disliked him and his littermates, who had disliked Serpentberry and attached those opinions to her family. Thornkit fought back the urge to growl when a bright kit trotted up and greeted Faithkit, and instead, he stepped a little closer to his sister, a wary eye on the tom who, Thornkit was quick to notice, seemed to have a shadow. The she-kit behind him stared, and Thornkit wondered just what she was thinking behind that gaze.

"Don't offer that." Thornkit grumbled when Faithkit offered to let the tomkit smell her nest. "That's weird." He eyed the kit opposite them with such a vehemence that one might have thought the suggestion had come from him and not Thornkit's sister.

THORNKIT—he/him + 03 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/A

penned by Archivist

 

[Echokit. Echokit.]

SO WITH THIS BLADE TURNED TO SCYTHE, I RID A MIRACLE-
SLICE YOUR HEART, AND CALLUS YOUR LOVE

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Echokit

, He/Him / 4 moons /

Thunderclan - Kit

Long hair chocolate point cinnamon tortie with low white and vitiligo, has ice coloured eyes
Younger Sibling to SNOWCAP, GRACEPAW & BRIARPAW, Littermate to FRECKLEKIT & VICTORYKIT
A closed off and angry individual, not very talkative but generally snarky, jealous of those who are truly happy
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"Today's the day, is it?"

Echokit wandered over to the congregation at the front of the nursery, and notably bigger than most kits his age he could see over the bunch that had gathered. They were right in that it was loud both right now and kind of in general. Though, as Dewshine had said, it could quieten down. Moving around the other kits, Echokit moved over to the side of the entrance and waited for the newcomers to step forward... Well, he waited for Faithkit and Falsekit at least, he tried his best to ignore Thornkit again. Unfortunately, since Thornkit decided to speak, Echokit found that difficult.

"Ugh, at least let her learn how odd some things are on her own terms."

Echokit's tail flicked slightly in irritation, choosing not to verbally insult Thornkit even though his face certainly portrayed the obvious desire to do so.

"Anyway, we shouldn't crowd around the entrance."

Echokit spoke to the rest of the curious kittens around them.

"Give 'em some space."

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YOU PESTS WERE GIFTED FREE MINDS, BUT NO...
IT WAS NEVER ENOUGH

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