it's getting late to give you up ──✩°｡⋆⸜ the split

[juniperstar]

juniper

time had passed like claws through thin fur... it cut cleanly, leaving behind only the core of memory. a promise made in the pale moonlight, to be fulfilled now, with bittersweet breaths of scents once familiar and now completely estranged. he had once smelled like her... would he recognize her scent on them? grow to resent his foolish ambition and repent for it for the chance to have a life with them? how many more times must she climb that tree to find herself shoved from the tall branches before the fall finally registered . . .

plucking through the undergrowth, there is only the softest rustle of a warming breeze, one that teases the coming of spring and full bellies. Magpiekit does his best to keep his footing... but the distance is great for one still so fresh as to hardly be weaned, especially for one of reed-thin limbs. dew-drop evergreens search the determined furrow of his brow, sympathetic but proud of his persistence, leaning only to brush her nose tenderly against his ear. "My brave bird..." Asterkit and Dreamkit too bound eagerly ahead, frolicking through grass that rival their heights... a soft breath unfurls itself in foggy tendrils, lashes brushing together where eyes squint in a smile.

"See those big trees up ahead? That's where we're going..." would hungry amber eyes lurk in the shadows? had he remembered, watched the nights in obsessive eagerness for this? a part of her hopes he has forgotten... hopes he has cast the first stone against frail ice to crack what brittle shell remained. but the air stinks of sulfur... and the shade shifts like it breathes... "Stay close," the spotted molly implores her tiny adventurers, feeling her spine tingle as its fur stands at nervous attention.

"Make sure you tell him all about your first mouse, hmm? Only big kits get to try fresh prey and you're all very brave and grown up," Juniperstar purrs in hopes of boosting their confidence.. that they might not pick up on the fear that trembles in her toes. that this meeting might prove to be something they treasure, free of the conflict of their parentage... the war between clans that she sought so desperately to keep at tail's length. any chance they might have to live a life wandering between two homes and feeling loved and welcome by both, should they want to... should Sablestar want them to.

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• @Magpiekit @asterkit @DREAMKIT @SABLESTAR
  it's time..

• juniperstar leader of thunderclan nine lives remain

  ignore me

 

[Magpiekit]

WE DON'T GET WHAT WE NEED

we're all wrapped up in GREED - THERE'S AN EGO TO FEED

The black and white kitten rebuffs any attempts to help him steady himself with a scrunched nose and shake of his head, toddling along with his awkward swaying and only stumbling a few times as he adjusts to the uneven terrain. The camp had much flatter ground of which he was thankful, but out here ever root and vine surged upward in a cruel bid to entangle his already struggling limbs. His siblings move ahead much steadier, much faster, but he remains undeterred by it and presses on at his own pace, trailing alongside Juniperstar because even if he didn't want help he still felt more secure in his mother's shadow than he did out in the open on his flailing paws.
"Is papa gonna like us?" It was baffling to him that he could never truly get a clear answer when he prodded about the older cats for information, it was either something vague and pointless like a remark that he looked like the tom or it was an insistence that he go speak to Juniperstar directly and she was rather subtle in her commentary as well. Did their father even want them? He wasn't around so it was the easy assumption to make. When Magpiekit had asked Graybird their uncle's face darkened and he said nothing, only walking away dismissively. It was hard to tell if that bothered him or if that was just Graybird being Graybird.
"...but what if I didn't like the mouse...?" The dark kit said with a low whine of a tone, unsure if he was supposed to do that 'lie to be polite' thing or not.

❝ i don't know euphoria - i'd like to meet her someday - c'est la vie ❞

MAGPIEKIT

— kitten of shadowclan
— He/They
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— Solid black w/low white & blue-violet eyes.
— Has 'wobbly cat' syndrome.
#9272ee

 

[DREAMKIT]

(𓆩✧𓆪) galloping ahead of his mother, dreamkit feels excitement sparking with each pawstep. fur of the forest blends naturally amongst the bracken and bramble of thunderclan territory, though eyes of ember glow eerily from the shadows as he weaves and ducks under fallen logs. his thrill at this freedom has gripped him in a fervor, a desire to explore, to hunt everything, to find treasure and bring it home to his fellow kits. as his mother calls out a warning, dreamkit slows his stride, coming to a calmer walk on juniperstar's other side. "of course he'll like us, magpie!" he assures his brother, craning his head up to beg for a touch from his mother. his ears barely brush her, so he pushes up onto his back paws to duck his head beneath her chin. "mama, why can't da visit us at home?" he asks, plopping back down on white splashed paws.

"graybird won't talk 'bout him, 'n serpy won't either, or hazel." he'd tried to get his mother's friends to spill more details about the mysterious cat that dreamkit has idealized in his mind. all he knows about sablestar is the tomcat shares dreamkit's amber gaze. when he looks in a puddle, the boy imagines himself as his strong father, a leader of cats far away. the idea of meeting him now is slightly daunting, but nonetheless thrilling. magpiekit's words echo back, the ones dream has just reassured his brother about. what if he doesn't like them? what if they are too thunderclan, too soft from their sacharine life within the forest. what if everycat is lying to dreamkit and his eyes don't match sablestar's at all! earthen striped ears flatten slightly, and dreamkit droops in his walk. "what do we do when we meet him?"

SCATTERED ACROSS MY FAMILY LINE 𓆩✧𓆪 GOD, I HAVE MY FATHER`S EYES

• // " #e9af74"
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• DREAMKIT 𓆩✧𓆪 HE / HIM, KIT OF SHADOWCLAN. 01 MOONS OLD, PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  a longhaired chocolate spotted tabby with low white and orange eyes. silky chocolate fur cascades in waves across his boxy frame, darker dapples giving him his tabby pelt. creamy white splashes his paws, belly, tail tip, and muzzle, freckling across his face. the hue of a crackling fire sparkles from narrow sockets.

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