For as much as he preferred to stay at Faithkit's side, Thornkit couldn't deny his innate need to move — move more than just pace around the space of the medicine cat's den, more than just fidgeting with his claws, tail, and ears. It would, he reasoned, also do him some good to get to know the layout of the ThunderClan camp, so after making Falsekit promise to come and fetch him should their sister so much as sneeze, Thornkit had brushed through the entrance of the medicine cat's den and begun to slink around the perimeter of the camp.
Fawnkit had told him that so long as they had that dastardly -kit tag on their name, they weren't allowed to leave the camp. While Thornkit despised that rule and would undoubtedly try pushing back against it eventually, he wasn't going to do so at this moment. For now, he settled for lurking and watching from the far corners, snaking around dens and landmarks as he surveyed the area. He paused as he approached the nursery, eye catching on a puddle not far from its entrance, and he wandered over to peer into the shallow water.
A dark face stared back up at him, fluffy and young around the edges, with piercing green eyes contrasting sharply. A critical frown was present on the reflection's features, and the tangible Thornkit pulled it up into a snarky smile. He'd never really taken the time to look at himself before; he wasn't sure what he had expected. He knew he was dark-furred, vastly different from Falsekit and Faithkit's pale pelts. He still shared some markings with his sister, but… here, in this new place, would anyone have known he and those two were siblings, if Serpentberry hadn't told them as much?
The reflection's expression dipped into something sadder, and then disappeared into ripples as the ground shifted under the weight of someone else approaching. Thornkit's head short up, a scowl now pulling at his lips, and it didn't lessen any at the sight of a kit he hadn't met yet coming near him. Was this another Fawnkit, coming to question him about things that were none of their business?
"Who are you?" Thornkit demanded harshly, narrowing his eyes as he appraised the newcomer.
Fawnkit had told him that so long as they had that dastardly -kit tag on their name, they weren't allowed to leave the camp. While Thornkit despised that rule and would undoubtedly try pushing back against it eventually, he wasn't going to do so at this moment. For now, he settled for lurking and watching from the far corners, snaking around dens and landmarks as he surveyed the area. He paused as he approached the nursery, eye catching on a puddle not far from its entrance, and he wandered over to peer into the shallow water.
A dark face stared back up at him, fluffy and young around the edges, with piercing green eyes contrasting sharply. A critical frown was present on the reflection's features, and the tangible Thornkit pulled it up into a snarky smile. He'd never really taken the time to look at himself before; he wasn't sure what he had expected. He knew he was dark-furred, vastly different from Falsekit and Faithkit's pale pelts. He still shared some markings with his sister, but… here, in this new place, would anyone have known he and those two were siblings, if Serpentberry hadn't told them as much?
The reflection's expression dipped into something sadder, and then disappeared into ripples as the ground shifted under the weight of someone else approaching. Thornkit's head short up, a scowl now pulling at his lips, and it didn't lessen any at the sight of a kit he hadn't met yet coming near him. Was this another Fawnkit, coming to question him about things that were none of their business?
"Who are you?" Thornkit demanded harshly, narrowing his eyes as he appraised the newcomer.
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THORNKIT—he/him + 02 moons
ThunderClan kit
NPC ♡ NPC | adopted by Serpentberry
Brother to Falsekit, Faithkit
Mate to N/A | Father to N/A
Mentored by N/A | Mentoring N/Apenned by Archivist