Camp I'LL SWEEP THE STARDUST FOR YOU ( ⏾⋆.˚ ) noisy kitten

[MOONLITKIT MOONLITKIT MOONLITKIT's icon]

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Ever since Moonlitkit had been brought to camp, there seemed to be more life in him and he didn't seem so frail as he had before despite the way that his little nose seems to sniffle and his body still needs to put on some weight. If he isn't occupied with filling his belly with warm milk then he's napping by the soft fur that cradles him every night occasionally twitching his paws in his dreams or letting out sleepy little noises, he doesn't have any dreams in particular, and just sleeps greeted by darkness only to awake to the dark due to his eyes remaining closed. It'd only be a matter of days or even a week before he opened his eyes to see everything around him, to take it all in with innocent baby blue pools, and he wonders what might greet him first.

Regardless, the fever coat covered kitten begins to sniffle with displeasure not certain if its due to his mother shuffling around in the slightest to be more comfortable or the way that his nose feels a little stuffy. His tiny limbs start to flail around and the quiet little sniffs continue before he starts to let out shrill mewls that would surely disturb his denmates from their own sleep, his head bobbing around as he wobbles around rather pathetically near his parent that tries to soothe him.

// mama tags @swarmswirl @starlitpath but feel free to reply before them; casual thread since... yknow he's a worm

OPEN YOUR EYES, LOOK UP TO THE SKIES AND SEE ⏾⋆.˚

MOONLITKIT

SKYCLAN KITTEN
MALE x HE/HIM & IT/ITS​

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"speech", thoughts, attacking
Moonlitkit's a sooty little tomkit at the beginning, his true fur hidden underneath the fevercoat that covers his body, and he appears rather small than the usual kit and oftentimes seen as frail.
child of swarmswirl and starlitpath

He's literally a little guy.

 

[swarmswirl]

[ this is so fawking late ]

Being stationary isn't easy. Even if she one day wanted a family, Swarmswirl grew too used to enduring endless work to ensure the survival of her kin and Clan. She supposed that one day, time would slow down enough to afford her space for exactly this: a kit nestled at her side, snuffling about as if they've any use in it. Her skin itches where fresh wounds sew themselves closed (nothing horrible like what happened to Starlitpath, though nothing to sneeze at, either.) And every time Flowercloud calls for patrols, she moves with a start, all before lying back down beside her son, remembering what she's condemned herself to.

... At least he's cute. And thus far, sweet, if not a little sickly. The other queens call the gray shading to his pelt temporary. His dam must've been ill, or fearful, prior to his birth. She didn't notice truly if fear lit their upturned faces - she doubts peace rested in them at all. She hopes, in the quick shift of her weight to regain some comfort, that his biological parents can see him from the stars. That they can see he is loved and cherished here just as much as he would've been with them, if that fox hadn't torn through them.

Her fidgeting paws stirs Moonlitkit, and before long the speckled-and-spotted kitten shakes with a new frustration. His nose won't clear; clogged with both indignation and mucus, Moonlitkit wails something nasally, seeking help from... well, her. It's unnatural how quick her paw moves to brush across his nose, attempting to swipe away the snot that clusters his maw. It's more natural, however, the disgust that follows as she looks to her paw. Ew.

"Moonlitkit, you feelin' okay?" she asks the kitten, as if the newborn can reply.