PAFP Prompt Camp TC ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ You may think you're alone if you hide from the shadows. [Adjusting] You can bury bones but not the souls. ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

[Leveretkit Leveretkit]

{$title} Prompt 43: y/c discovers something new about another cat & 63: interact with a kit

—— ✦ Eye in the Sun. You're all I see. Why won't you look at me? ✦ ——

Now, Leveretkit still had no recollection of where they were before the border. No matter how much Dewshine and the tortoiseshell (whom they learned was called Serpentberry) tried to pry information from them, there was nothing more to learn. If they didn't know better, they may have just popped into existence there on the side of the Thunderpath. But reality was, they didn't know. Maybe they need not to.

But now their realisation was that now assimilated into Thunderclan, strange suffix and all, they would need to actually learn this place. The customs and way of life intrigued them, but being so young, the best they could manage from the adults of the clan was a quick question until they were brushed away. They had already grown a frustration being so feeble, but being treated as much was far too much.

So, who else but those of their stature to turn to? As it turns out, Leveret wasn't the only kitten brought to the clan as of recently, but it was a collection of other tiny bodies brought under the wing of one of the very mollies who found them on the border. They seemed just as... Restless. But the youngling was curious what their reasoning for it was, and it wasn't as if these other kittens had anything to do but be coddled as doted on, as much as Leveret seldom saw Serpentberry remain in the nursery for long.

The one of the three that Leveret found seemed to be the most outspoken of the three, fur often bristled and a sharp tongue aimed at Serpentberry. That red-eyed scrap of fur found their paws wandering the camp, and came upon the just as small tortoiseshell, clearly distracted, though the scent of the non-medicine den-bound sibling was not far off.

Leveret approached the other kitten with a curious turn of the head. "Hello, Thornkit, if I remember correctly?" Of course, they remembered, but it was polite. "Are you and your littermates okay? I thought I would... Check in on you all?" Really, they were parroting the worried words of some of the warriors who passed by; they were more intrigued at Thornkit's thoughts on the clan, but a little small talk never killed anyone (though internally it felt like it was, Leveret learning rather fast the dreary sort of conversation grated on them easily).

- You cast two shadows down the road,

where you buried all your past lives bones. -

• Tagging @Thornkit to reply first but anyone can join after ! Yes i dont have a bingo card for leveret and im not intending on one but if im making a thread i may as well make it count for yalls bingos mwah
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  Leveretkit
  ✦—Thunderclan kitten | 2 moons
  ✦—They/Them
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A small brown kitten with low white and knowing red eyes.
  #91e7ff

 

[Thornkit]

In a group of cats as big as ThunderClan, it was inevitable that there would be other kits around - what surprised Thornkit wasn't their presence, but rather, that it seemed that quite a few of them seemed to have come from outside of the Clan itself. It made Thornkit wonder if that was a habit of ThunderClan's, to go around, pulling kits away from their rightful parents, or if all the Clans were scavengers in that way, looking only to bolster their ranks to have power over the other. For as positively as his own mother had received the sight of Serpentberry on that fateful day when the medicine cat had taken them away, Thornkit was beginning to regard the Clans with a bitter distaste. He knew that even if he were to ask about it, any of the older Clan cats would frame it as them being charitable and taking in the needy - it didn't matter whether they believed that or not, just that they were loyal.

Having been forced out of the medicine cat's den again by his own restlessness, Thornkit was pacing nearby, ears flattened back against his head as he considered the past week or so and how it had all played out, leading up to this moment. Faithkit and Falsekit seemed like they were settling in better to the idea of remaining in ThunderClan for the foreseeable future, though it wasn't as if they had anywhere else to go. Their mother was dead, and though Thornkit had allowed some gratitude towards ThunderClan to settle within him seeing as Rowanpaw had brought her body back to be buried before it could be devoured by some beast, he didn't want to remain in this place once his sister had recovered. The problem then laid in what he was meant to do. He wouldn't leave his siblings, and for all of the hot air he had been full of when he'd spoken to Fawnkit, he certainly couldn't hunt or protect himself. It was as if he was doomed to be stuck in this place, under Serpentberry's watchful eye.

A scowl crossed Thornkit's face as approaching paws sounded, and he looked up to see another kit - this one with strange, red eyes - returning his gaze with something that wasn't quite sympathy, but was enough to set Thornkit on edge. He was silent as the kit spoke, and he pulled a face at hearing that Clan name he'd been given.

"Yeah, that's what they call me." He grunted, suspicion coloring his words as the other kit expressed concern over him and his siblings. "What's it to you? You think you can fix my sister up better than Serpentberry?" Thornkit smirked cruelly. He knew that this kit wasn't one of the medicine cats, given their age - as Fawnkit had said, kits weren't allowed an inch in this place - and the fact that he'd never seen them before hanging around Serpentberry or Rowanpaw or the medicine cat's den. They could be concerned all they'd like, but platitudes wasn't going to help Faithkit recover.

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/A

penned by Archivist

 

[FALSEKIT]

"Don't be mean, Thornkit. They're not a medicine cat, mouse-brain." A reprimanding tone rang from a childish voice, no younger nor older than Thornkit's own needle-ridden voice. Like a serpent hiding just out of plain sight, Falsekit's head dipped just above the moss-laden brim of his makeshift nest. They had been curled within the nooks of their shared nest, comfortable within the warmth of their own body heat, until their brother's grating voice dragged him away from any semblance of comfort. Despite their lashing words, the young child held little expression aside from the most distilled curiosity, shining as a faraway moon in jewelline eyes. "Thank you for checking on us. I a-po-lo-gize for my brother. I think we are doing alright..." Falsekit dipped his head to Leveretkit, though it appeared stilted and almost choreographed, as though the actions of others shone through their own inauthentic framework. Falsekit got up quietly yet quickly, and clambered over the nest's edge with calculated pawsteps. They stared at the brown tabby with greyish-blue eyes, as if sky's hue blanched by the sun, dried and dewretted and rendered into something lesser. Why did Leveretkit come to them? Could there be anything of value between the brood, the ill-begotten children of an insignificant rogue bloodline? Perhaps it was best to make as many friends as possible, to allow oneself to rely on as many felines as possible. A smile crept onto gentle countenance, though the way it pierced at the ends of kit-blubber cheeks looked as if he tried a little too hard to assume the expression, or that it pained him to do so. Still, wasn't the act a gesture of good faith?

SUNSHINE IS FAR, CLOUDS LINGER ON

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EVERYTHING I POSSESSED, NOW THEY ARE GONE

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  NOTE: This is a very loose reference until I can draw a more accurate reference. <3​
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  FALSEKIT & 02 MOONS

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  —— Agender / Any Pronouns & Gendered Terms
  —— Kitten of Thunderclan / Adopted by Serpentberry / Biological sibling to Faithkit & Thornkit
  —— A shorthaired fawn tortoiseshell with medium-high white and greyish-blue eyes. Walks with a confident, almost unassuming posture. Talks with a calm and collected voice, and one much too mature for their age.
  —— Outwardly, Falsekit is an affable and polite cat with natural charisma. Within the controlled walls of their own making, they are a skeptical and nihilistic soul, often going about in life in accordance to their own morbid curiosity.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

 

[loonstar loonstar]

juniper

"and this time, she won't be forgiving"​​

their natures are like fragments of a shattered mirror, struggling to make up a concise whole. Faithkit, who reflects little but what is impressed upon her, Falsekit, who projects a beautiful reflection to admire, and Thornkit, a sharp deflection of the sharpest edges of their collective features. the bristly nature of the defense is not unfounded, standing as little sentinels to a sickly litter-mates... but there is a necessary politeness that comes demanded from their more stoic sibling. Leveretkit was just being considerate... and it seemed, despite what limited socialization the trio had, Falsekit could understand that much.

it's reassuring. she doesn't plan to invade their little conversation, sitting more so as a quiet observer ready to stick a proverbial paw in the mix should things get tense. they could bond, really, knowing what she did of Leveretkit's discovery, not so removed in pattern of loss and abandonment as to be strange to these three either.

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• juniperstar
  leader of thunderclan
  seven lives remain