Private Camp WHO COULD WIN A RABBIT 𖤓 faithkit

[SUNKIT SUNKIT]

SUNKIT

HE / HIM
4 MOONS
THUNDERCLAN KIT

PENNED BY SATURNID

"Hiya Faithstar," Sunkit croons, tilting the name into something like birdsong. He catches her just as she leaves the nursery - himself having risen at dawn - moves his steps to match the beat of her own, circling. "You were - when we were playing, you made a pretty good leader. Betcha got all kinds of special games in the medicine den, right?" He delivers a touch of flattery, eyes bright. "Like, playing medicine cat but with real - real... um, medicine?" A pause, a blink, a jogging of his memory. "Herbs." He emphasizes the proper word once he's caught it, then skips along to his next sentence. A few bounding paces closer, and his grin widens.

She's a curious creature. Shy and sickly, havig grown in a place he himself is barred from. She reminds Sunkit of faer sister, in many ways, and that only draws fae closer. The difference, of course, is that fae knows Moonkit like the back of faer paw, and yet Faithkit is a mystery. He wants to peel back that shivering exterior and see what lies underneath. But of course, the other kit is too timid to question outright. So, he keeps with the familiar: "Know any good games, new kit? Betcha got games I haven't even heard of - and I know all-all-all the ones we play out here, hehe!"

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OOC: @Faithkit

 

[Faithkit]

FAITHKIT

A BOUQUET OF BRAMBLES

SHE/HERx THUNDERCLAN KITx 04 MOONS​

☆ A sickly fawn cream tortoiseshell with low white
☆ Adopted child of Serpentberry, littermates with Falsekit and Thornkit
☆ penned by Juice↛ Ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.​

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You hate that warmth floods your eyes, radiating if it wasn't for the sun that already flushed you a little too warm for comfort. That name, you had been under the assumption that was saved for games so to hear it outside of one just felt jarring. Blasphemous you think, in it's own weird way. Fae circles like prey and you allow him that, between the two of you it is clear you are the weaker party. For you could never start a conversation like he does, it's admirable and enviable at the same time. "Sunstar" you remark cooly, clearing your throat as the wind changes ever so slightly and that must clearly be the reason for the tickle that is unable to be removed from your throat. In truth it's out of habit, much like how cats break sentances up with foolish things like 'um' or 'uh'.

Out of instinct you side step the nursery entrance, remembering that you should give space to anyone deciding to enter or leave as well. The flattery goes far, though you are left floundering upon the realization that you never actually really played games in the medicine cat den. You keep quiet at first, out of fear for looking like a fool in front of someone you consider to be leagues above yourself. "Herbs" you repeat after him, solidifying the word he has chosen with a slow blink. It astounds you that someone really couldn't know what goes on in there, was he just that ignorant or is that normal for kittens? "I..." you trail off, unbeknownst to you his assessment is accurate, stuck inside your own shell and left shielding your eyes from such radiance that stems from fae.

"I never really played games in the medicine cat den" you bite your tongue, for the first time, as to not go into a tangent of why playing games in such an important place would be disastrous. "What games do you play?" What does he know? There's a drive similar between the pair of you, wanting to tear down the layers of the kitten in front of you and break into the core of him. Cracking it open, leaving it raw and exposed to the world so maybe then you could learn how to be as independent as himself. That goal is not achievable, so you rely on what you know best, fawning and relying on someone else to pick up your fragile pieces. Sunkit could be an excellent teacher for how to make friends, how to not be such an outcast. "I've only played clan before, once, or twice now I guess. I didn't know there are others." Your confession is sheepish, though you don't break the eye contact you seek to hold, forcing some kind of connection. This is how friendship works is it not?