Private YOU'RE ALRIGHT, THERE'S NOTHING WRONG —— MULBERRY

[FALSEKIT]

Another stranger from the outside, though it was not enough to garner any sympathy from Falsekit. Were they meant to become friends with him, just because they had a similar story? Were they meant to dredge sorriness from the recesses of their gut, just because the other happened to experience a modicum of tragedy? It was what the warriors seemed to push him towards, at least. Falsekit was precocious enough to know, subtly, what the adults wanted for them. (It didn't help when they used that sickly-sweet, vomit-inducing baby tone with them and their siblings.) Mulberry's rogue-stench permeated the nursery, as though it were a nail that broke through the continuous wood, an unwelcome change for the kitten who had grown so used to his new life in Thunderclan. In just mere moons, the fawn tortoiseshell had assimilated so well into the overarching patchwork of the clan that they begun to truly think of themselves as one of their fleet. Which, of course, meant that there would always be an outgroup to look down upon. Greyish-blue eyes twinkled in curiosity as he stared at the tabby, perhaps training their eyes upon them for much too long, as if an owl of flickering molten-ember gaze. Eventually, Mulberry took notice of the moonlight-mottled kitten looking unblinkingly at him...

"Where did you come from? The warriors said you came from outside. Did a predator eat your mother, too?" Tensely, Falsekit shouted from across the quiet-laden den. Regardless of whatever remark or question would flutter from Mulberry's lips, Falsekit had his own inquiries, questions burning through a paper-mache rib cage. If he wanted to know, he should be entitled to it, after all. There came no harm in simply knowing.

SUNSHINE IS FAR, CLOUDS LINGER ON

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EVERYTHING I POSSESSED, NOW THEY ARE GONE

• OOC. @MULBERRY
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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 & 04 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.

 

[MULBERRY's icon MULBERRY MULBERRY]

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A few days had passed now, and he was still in ThunderClan. . . still Mulberry. His dad was nowhere to be seen, hadn't come for him nor found his way to ThunderClan's camp on his own. Were his fears and worries true? Did a patrol turn him away? Were they intent on keeping him here? He coils his pristine white tail around his body, frame perfectly curled into the nest the others had made for him. He is already on edge, paranoia overtaking his thoughts, when he feels a chill down his spine — perhaps at first it had been caused by his mind tricking him about the niceties of ThunderClan, but now his eyes snap to meet the cold gaze of another one of the kits in the nursery. He can't say he knows their name, but with the way they're looking at him. . . he can't say he wants to.

Where did you come from? Couldn't they tell? From the way his smell was so distinctive from the rest of ThunderClan, clearly he was from out there in the wildnerss. Did a predator eat your mother, too? A morbid question that makes him jump where he lays, ears perked like a prey animal on the verge of fleeing. "I never met my mother." So he can't say what's happened to her, or where she is. . . Mulberry shuffles his paws, blinking at Falsekit. They look an awful look like that other kit. . . Faithkit? The one who said her name used to be Nettle. . . "Do you. . . come from outside, too?"

OOC //

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MULBERRY

ROGUE KITTEN
he / they, demi-boy
04 moons old, ages on the 20th.
npc x npc
SPEECH // THOUGHTS // INTERACTION

penned by nocthymia