Private Camp into the thick of it !! pearkit


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Mothkit

and you haven't moved an inch
SkyClan
5
2
Freshkill
35
Nickname
Moth
Pronouns
they/them
Played by
Hawkins
mothkit
maybe you feel the same ?




Being a kit was very strange. One day you were simply thrust into the world and subjected to the grueling task of learning everything. Mothkit thought they were doing decently at learning. They'd been outside a few times with their family, met some of the other cats in the clan. They had learned some about weather, how sometimes it was cold and sometimes it was wet and sometimes it was both. They hated that kind of weather the most. There was also food. Food was weird. They'd seen their mother eat food since they were born, but they were still struggling to wrap their mind around it. Why would they eat food if they could just have milk? Milk was good. Milk was easy. Food was confusing and messy and hard to bite even though Mama had shown them so many times.

In all of this learning, the most important thing Mothkit had learned was just how much there was to learn. Whenever Mama let them outside of the nursery, it felt like learning how to walk all over again, there was so much new information to process. The world outside their den was huge and bright and cold and bustling with other cats. There were trees taller than anything they'd thought possible. The ground was soft with a layer of pine needles (which they did not like because they often stuck in their fur). Sometimes they saw the warriors and apprentices climbing in trees, which seemed very exciting. But they'd have to learn that too! At least that would be fun...

Mothkit turned to their sibling with a slight tilt to their head.
"Climb tree?"
They wondered. (Talking. That was another thing they were learning. They didn't like talking too much, unless it was to Pearkit.)

ooc: @Pearkit





...the flapping of wings toward the stars...

shorthaired fawn ticked tabby with brown eyes
agender; they/them
skyclan kit
1 moon
child of rain; sibling to pearkit, flutterkit, songkit; soulbond with pearkit
"speech"
, thoughts, attempted action

 
PEARKIT

ANY PRONOUNS

SKYCLAN

KITTEN



Much like their sibling, Pearkit had a hard time getting used to being alive. It was one thing to just be and another to have to exist - to walk and understand and talk. With Mothkit, Pearkit didn't have to learn, they could just be together in silence, in understanding of one another - not with words, but words were overrated anyway. What Mothkit and Pearkit had was something else, something more personal. Something special.

When mama took them outside, Mothkit felt the same anxiety Pearkit did, when they were with mama, Pearkit felt the same excitement Mothkit did. When they slept, both kittens shared each other's warmth.

And now, Pearkit felt curiosity tugging at their paws, their eyes naturally drifting towards the trees. But this is where their own anxiety won over, the fear of falling off and hurting themselves, the fear of getting suck midway through with no way down. The fear of being observed and laughed at.

Instead, Pearkit pointed towards an easier obstacle with their tail. "Climb rock?"
ʚĭɞ OOC:
 
mothkit
maybe you feel the same ?




Mothkit felt a pang in their chest, something sharp that made them want to flatten their small body to the ground and hide their face. Fear was the feeling, they realized. Mothkit frowned. Fear of what? Turning their attention to Pearkit, they realized their sibling was glancing fretfully from the trees toward a large rock in camp. Mothkit blinked.
"Rock?"
They were disappointed. They didn't want to climb a rock. They wanted to climb a tree. But the fear... It must have been from Pearkit. And they couldn't intentionally scare their sibling, right? They did everything together.

Finally, with a small nod, Mothkit agreed.
"Rock, then tree."
Maybe if Pearkit saw that climbing the rock was fun, they would be happy to climb a tree with them! Bounding towards the rock, Mothkit reached up and tried to dig their needle-sharp claws into the side. They only scraped against the stone. With a frown, they tried to propel themself up with their back legs, only to crash back down to the ground with a small grunt. They scowled upwards. Rocks were hard to climb!





...the flapping of wings toward the stars...

shorthaired fawn ticked tabby with brown eyes
agender; they/them
skyclan kit
1 moon
child of rain; sibling to pearkit, flutterkit, songkit; soulbond with pearkit
"speech"
, thoughts, attempted action

 
PEARKIT

ANY PRONOUNS

SKYCLAN

KITTEN


"Rock, then tree." Pearkit agreed. They could practice first on the rock and then they would be confident enough to scale the tree. Sound logic.

First they only watched as Mothkit tried to scale the rock then jump up it with no awail. But, if the rock was this difficult, how did the rest of the cats climb up the trees with such ease? There must have been some kind of a trick, Pearkit was sure of it. Looking at their sibling, Pearkit felt less and less confident about their plan, afraid that they were already failing this part - the part that was meant to be easier.

Just then, Pearkit noticed something - a small shadow on the rock, but what was creating it? They approached the rock, pawing at it, until they found it - a little protrusion coming out of it - not big, but maybe big enough... and there, another one! Pearkit wanted to explain to Mothkit, but struggled to find the right word. Hold seemed too vague, grab too confusing and scale too unfamiliar. Instead, they chose the simplest of them all - "Look."

Pearkit placed their paw on the protruding part of the rock, as if it was just a step, and grabbed onto another one. Soon they became scaling the rock. But as their last paw left the ground, the weight of their body became too much, their sense of balance not yet developed properly, and they tumbled back down, flat on their stomach. "Ow..." they sniffled. "Rock... mean."
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