FAITHKIT
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A BOUQUET OF BRAMBLES
It isn't very often that you're the one looming over your siblings, usually one of your brothers linger by your side and hover above your head. Today though, with new found strength in wobbly limbs you lightly step towards Thornkit. Announcing your presence after a long moment of silence by pressing your nose to his shoulder blade. A small hum bubbles from your throat and you are left lingering there, unsure of what to say now that you have managed to find your mark. "I want to look at the clouds" it's less of an invitation and more of a demand that he should spend his time with you. Life has been one flittering memory to the next in the past moon, you had barely any time to enjoy the sky above you between when your eyes opened to when the sickness had claimed you.
Faithkit could look at clouds though, you're certain she could even like them. There was no way to really know through pure hypothesis though so you stare at Thornkit until he could possibly relent. "I can... even walk to the good spot by myself" the good spot being just the patch of sunlit grass that you liked best, tucked away behind the medicine den as you tried to not wander too far in case you were left wheezing curled up after one sneeze too many. Maybe that could sweeten the deal, you see plenty of good negotiators in camp and you would like to think that Serpentberry's charisma is rubbing off on you even though it definitely wasn't.
Though there's a stumble in your first step you manage to upright yourself. Walking as any normal, not sick kitten should. Still left somewhat bumbling as you weren't used to running just yet but you can confidently move one paw in front of the other at the very least. As always despite the chill in the air that warm sunlit spot of land greets you like a friend, there's a rare look of joy across your normally otherwise dull expression. You make a sudden drop, sitting upright as you look to Thornkit and then to the sky. "So do you like being Thornkit?" You ask rather abruptly, not taking your eyes off a plump looking cloud. It kind of looks like a bird, a fat upside down bird but a bird anyways.
// set sometime before Serpentberry's death <3 @Thornkit
Faithkit could look at clouds though, you're certain she could even like them. There was no way to really know through pure hypothesis though so you stare at Thornkit until he could possibly relent. "I can... even walk to the good spot by myself" the good spot being just the patch of sunlit grass that you liked best, tucked away behind the medicine den as you tried to not wander too far in case you were left wheezing curled up after one sneeze too many. Maybe that could sweeten the deal, you see plenty of good negotiators in camp and you would like to think that Serpentberry's charisma is rubbing off on you even though it definitely wasn't.
Though there's a stumble in your first step you manage to upright yourself. Walking as any normal, not sick kitten should. Still left somewhat bumbling as you weren't used to running just yet but you can confidently move one paw in front of the other at the very least. As always despite the chill in the air that warm sunlit spot of land greets you like a friend, there's a rare look of joy across your normally otherwise dull expression. You make a sudden drop, sitting upright as you look to Thornkit and then to the sky. "So do you like being Thornkit?" You ask rather abruptly, not taking your eyes off a plump looking cloud. It kind of looks like a bird, a fat upside down bird but a bird anyways.
// set sometime before Serpentberry's death <3 @Thornkit
