SIX GLASSES OF WATER, SEVEN PHONE CALLS ⋆˚࿔ sister time

[bunnykit bunnykit]

Bunnykit is electric with energy. To make matters worse, she has a whole two more moons before she can even become an apprentice. How unfair is that? She and her sisters are way bigger than lots of the other kits in the nursery. They're basically apprentice sized already. Shouldn't they be allowed to venture out into the territory if they want? To learn to hunt and fight and course through the tunnels and across the moors? Well, the tunnels for Bunnykit's sisters. She would never be caught dead letting her glossy brown coat get dirty. She assumes such things are meant for her clanmates who just aren't quick enough to make the kill. That's why both of her parents are moor runners, and she'll be one too soon enough.

But for now, Bunnykit finds herself getting up to no good. She had heard once- probably from a parent or from some self-important warrior who didn't know what they were talking about- that some flowers were more important than others. That Meadowpaw might need them for things. Bunnykit thinks that's nonsense. Flowers are pretty to look at, but to use them to 'fix' people? That's just ridiculous! She isn't allowed to forage outside of camp yet, but when she spots wildflowers growing where the moorlands meet the rim of camp, she makes sure to hastily pick them and stash them in the nest she shares with Honeyflower and her two sisters before any greedy prying eyes can get to them first.

Her wildflower collection is growing to the point of being noticeable, but Bunnykit decides to use this to her advantage. She remembers when she and her sisters had given gifts to their parents, but how hers had not been the largest. Well, this was her time for redemption. She gets to work while her sisters are napping in the midday warmth. Her tiny paws weave stems together, some of the drier petals flaking off. Bunnykit realizes with hot anger that she probably does not have the most deft paws. She is only a kit, but that point does not matter. Bunnykit only finds that her frustration is growing, and at some point she just ends up throwing her bundle down out of pure frustration.

YOU'LL NEVER MAKE THE PLACE ☆ BUT DO YOU EVEN RUN THE RACE?

• let it begin. @lotuskit @HONEYCOMBKIT we don't have to take turns :3 just don't flood before another can jump back in :D
  
• maybe one day ill put a ref here idk OOOHH JUMPSCARE u owe me 5fk now
• BUNNYKIT she/her, windclanner, two moons.
  ☆ SH chocolate sepia point with amber eyes.
  ☆ mentored by none / mentoring no one
  ☆ sweetnose x honeyflower, sister to honeycombkit and lotuskit
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by carat! (ccaarraatt on discord), feel free to dm for plots.

 

[lotuskit lotuskit]

Lotuskit never found the competition between her siblings interesting. She'd participate, as they are amongst her favorite felines in the Clan, but she never pushed herself to win. At least, not any more often than she did chide them for their crass or brutish behavior whenever it came around. They are three mollies crafted from the same dandelion puffs, it seems. They seem to have no unique trait between them, only different by how they express themselves and which ones appear worsened or bettered. Perhaps as she grows up, Lotuskit will find her individuality in how she prefers the fringed edges of the world compared to the settled core - or, maybe, her sisters will be right on her tail.

In any case - it seems the competition has yet to end. Lotuskit had noticed the wildflowers as they cluttered their nest, but figured it remnants of the old bouquets or newer blooms gifted from their father. She wakes to the sound of a soft thud and a woosh of air breezing past. Her paws stretch in the streaming sunlight before she lifts her head to see Bunnykit, once intently trying to weave together stems, now angrily looking at the mess she's made. Soundlessly, Lotuskit pushes a paw into Honeycombkit's side to wake her sister (if one's awake, they should all be.)

"Bunnykit...?" she calls the other's name. Her tail sweeps across the ground, gathering loose petals in its endeavor, "You've made a mess. Can I help you clean it up?"