Private Shipyard Backwritten We think no birds as happy as we! // Bird watching

[Thunderpaw Thunderpaw]

——————————————————— See, I was born a restless child... ✦

The tuft of fur known as Thunder was all but known for getting her little paws into all sorts in the Shipyard. Clambering into spaces only she and her littermates could fit, scrambling up places where she could not get down. But such a spirit couldn't be stifled as she sought to see all the world held. The ocean lulled its song on the bay, harsher nights sprizing her fur with salty droplets she would scrunch her maw at when trying to groom herself. All the kitten sought was the unknown, the curious, the intriguing. But the world was big, and she was small, but her siblings were always nearby, making it all just that little easier.

Time and time again, she had been told to be wary of the seabirds. They were daunting things, huge compared to a kit, but oh how her eyes sparkled at the sight of the glorious beasts. Feathered wings, aquatic paws, noises she couldn't understand, but chattered on and on about what they could be thinking. To Thunder, they were the best thing about the Shipyard, the creatures they shared it with.

So, on a bitterly cold day, where the sky overhead was dreary and drizzling, Thunder found herself cooped safely in one of the many shelters. Her plush pelt protecting her from the bitter winds and the shelter hammering softly with rain, she was content. Especially as with a muffled shriek of joy, some of her favourite birds swooped into view; Seagulls. They seemed to have found some food lying about, no good for the cats, but perfect for the birds to swoop down and enjoy, likely some smelly, rotten innards of a fish someone had abandoned.

As her tail swayed, she looked about with a grin plastered on her face. She knew Rain had been curled up asleep with Mama, but- "Gale?" She called, bright blue eyes darting around, before falling onto plush ivory pelt. "Gale!! Gale up here, c'mon an' look! The seagulls are back!" She squeeled, trying to keep her voice low not to frighten the things, but she wanted to make sure her brother didn't miss this!

——— You've got to go on,

further than you've ever known. ————

• Backwritten to January (just before the shelter collapse)
• 
  Thunder
  ✦—Shipyard kitten
  ✦—She/Her
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A stocky, fluffy cinnamon sealpoint kitten with long curled ears and soft blue eyes.
  #DE966C

 

[Galerunner Galerunner]

—————————————————— Rocked by an endless motion ✦

He had always had rather good hearing, and the squeals of his sister roused him easily. The chilly air had been oppressive, heavy with salt and the scent of twolegs, and so the little kit had found himself curled into a little ball of wild white fur, tucked away from searching eyes. If he had it his way, he would have not moved for even a moment, instead content to curl in on himself for the rest of time—but he could never ignore a summons.

With a sniff, Gale unfolded in curiosity. "Yes, yes-!" It responded to Thunder's calls, a quick and rather anxiously short response, as though he was worried his sister would leave if he had not responded. He clambered up to greet her with trembling, stumbling paws, all but entirely tripping on his own body in the process. "What—What are they doing—?" It asked quickly, attempting to peer around his sister to see the feathery beasts.

And then, his eyes laid upon them. They were remarkable things, screeching in some unfamiliar, musical tone, cawing unfamiliar songs. Gale cocked his head curiously, pressing himself closer to the little gaps of the shelter they had been peering through. "Greedy, greedy things…" Gale muttered to himself as he watched the gulls snatch something off the ground—only for another gull to slam into it, beaks clattering in desperation for the easy meal. "Awful beasts. Not like us." He shook his head firmly, looking over at his sister. "We are much better, I think." Kinder, he thought with certainty.

—————Whether truth or just a story

It's not up to you—————

• 
  Gale
  ✦—Shipyard Loner | 3 Moons
  ✦—He/They/It
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A fluffy high white lynx point with curled ears and deep blue eyes
  #87878E #BAB2AC