In her time within WindClan, Rubblekit had noticed that there were quite a few pairs of cats that seemed happier being together than they were with anyone else, than they were being apart. She had a vague idea of what it was to love someone like that, told stories of how cats had come to find their mates, and so many of the stories mentioned how lost a cat felt, how alone, how sad, until they were able to get with their partner. All the stories seemed like magic, cats being able to be happy no matter what with someone by their side.
They gave her ideas.
Now the ideas might not have been smart ones - ones thought by the brain of a kitten usually weren't - but they were ideas nonetheless, and as she didn't really know better, Rubblekit thought they were the best ideas she had come up with - and would ever come up with - in her whole life. Carefully-placed pawsteps moved towards the medicine cat's den, ears pricked and eyes wide as head moved around the edges of the entryway to peek within, a small mew of "Dimmingsun?" breaking through the silence, paws moving the rest of the way so that she was fully in front of the entryway.
Upon seeing the other, words moved from her maw, "I think um, I think Goldenroar needs your help with something." Make it sound important but not like he was hurt, make it believable - was this believable? - and hope that the next step in the plan to make sure Goldy had a friend, make sure he was happy, would come to her if Dimmingsun came with her.
@DIMMINGSUN @GOLDENROAR
They gave her ideas.
Now the ideas might not have been smart ones - ones thought by the brain of a kitten usually weren't - but they were ideas nonetheless, and as she didn't really know better, Rubblekit thought they were the best ideas she had come up with - and would ever come up with - in her whole life. Carefully-placed pawsteps moved towards the medicine cat's den, ears pricked and eyes wide as head moved around the edges of the entryway to peek within, a small mew of "Dimmingsun?" breaking through the silence, paws moving the rest of the way so that she was fully in front of the entryway.
Upon seeing the other, words moved from her maw, "I think um, I think Goldenroar needs your help with something." Make it sound important but not like he was hurt, make it believable - was this believable? - and hope that the next step in the plan to make sure Goldy had a friend, make sure he was happy, would come to her if Dimmingsun came with her.
@DIMMINGSUN @GOLDENROAR
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RUBBLEKIT she/her, WindClan 6 moons old.
innocence and obliviousness
mentored by none // mentoring none
NPC x NPC / sibling to Peonykit
peaceful powerplay permitted
"speech" // "thoughts"
penned by tikki ↛ rabbitcake on discord, feel free to dm for plots.