fuzz-y memories

[taillow]

Cindersky
She/her | Former ThunderClan Leader | Worldweaver T1
In the days following her attempt at resurrection, the worlds of Jaystride had echoed around in the corners of her mind. Cindersky was still trying to process his death, along with the heartbreak she felt at not being able to return to ThunderClan. It stung still, but she knew it was for the best. Putting Bumblestar through that, well... she didn't wish to do that. It did bring up the question of perhaps visiting the leader's dreams - but after hearing about what had happened to Sparrowflight, the silver bengal assumed she was the last cat Bumblestar wanted to see.

...But that didn't mean she couldn't visit others in ThunderClan, right? One in particular actually. Stepping out of her self-imposed isolation had her ear catching tidbits of whispers, rumors of the fuzz variety making their way to her. A light smile upon her maw, Cindersky let the landscape around her change into one similar of ThunderClan's nursery - though this one was much wider than its reality counter-part. Patiently the ThunderClan ancestor waited for the little kitten to show up. A moss ball lay at her paws which the she-cat batted back and forth with a smile.

[ furrensic - fuzzkit ]

[versailles]

FUZZKIT
he/him. 8 moons. lanky yellow tom with golden, tan, and brown splotches; bright green eyes
( purrks ; silver tongue )

after a long day of playing in the snow, fuzzkit was more than tuckered out. and he's not very excited to go to nursery of all things — he wants to be an apprentice already!! (jeez, he really should've never disappeared for those few moons.) he has to admit, it's a little lonely in thunderclan - he's surrounded by all these cats, his dear thunderbuddies, but there's an ache deep inside like a wound. he's not sure how to describe it, but he knows he misses a lot of cats that he doesn't see anymore. cinderpaw, roosterflame, mama, pollenpaw. he shakes his head roughly, padding into the nursery and heading towards his nest. he can't be all emo!!! huffing, the mottled tom lays down and closes his eyes, drifting into a deep slumber.

his eyes open, and he sees the nursery! but, something is different, there's a little twinkle to everything about the scenery - like stars. and there's no other kits, no queens, no sound. for someone so used to sound, familiar with screeching and yowling, fuzzkit isn't sure how to react to the lack of noise. he sits up and looks around, finally, he spots a silver Bengal molly batting a mossball back and forth. ooh! standing up, the kit pranced over to the molly. "HEY!! hey!! I see you got a moss ball, I wanna play too!" he greets loudly, a wide toothy grin stretched across his maw. he's not sure who this molly is, or where he is, but a sense of safety and warmth drapes over the kit like a blanket.

/ birdie

[taillow]

Cindersky
She/her | Former ThunderClan Leader | Worldweaver T1
Blue eyes watched as the young kit materialized within the dream and the smile on her face grew wider. Cindersky chuckled softly to herself as he seemed to gaze around in wonder before his sights landed on her - more specifically, the moss ball at her paws. "Of course you can! I have actually been waiting for someone to come and play," she purred, feeling her heart swell with warmth. Gone were the memories of the night she had found him dead, splayed across the forest floor with wounds too great to heal. In its place were the times when he had pressed his nose into her fur, sought comfort in her, or spread his unique fuzzy charm to all of the Clan.

Standing up the silver bengal let her whiskers twitch mischievously before batting the moss ball over to the young kit. "My name is Cindersky, by the way," she began, not sure exactly how many (if any) of Cornfuzz's memories this little tom had. She didn't want to poke them too heavily, so for now she would pretend that this was just another kit. "What is your name?" She crouched down with her stubbed tail flicking, asking him while also waiting for the moss ball to be batted back.

[ furrensic fuzzkit has my whole entire heart :heartbounce: ]

[versailles]

FUZZKIT
he/him. 8 moons. lanky yellow tom with golden, tan, and brown splotches; bright green eyes
( purrks ; silver tongue )

she's been waiting for someone to come and play? the mottled tom considers himself lucky. he doesn't have to worry about any other kits snatching the moss ball away from him. that's only because there are no other kits here, strangely enough. "good, 'cause I dunno if you know..but I'm what some would call a mossball MASTER." fuzzkit announces proudly, shifting his weight in anticipation. wide eyes watch the silver Bengal stand, then bat the mossball his way. he quickly swings out a paw, batting it towards the molly, who's name is cindersky, he learns.
cindersky.
cinder.

there's that weird feeling again..he got it in the past too, hes not sure why. he scrunches his nose. "I know a cinder! not a cindersky, a cinderpaw. I dunno where she is, maybe you know her. she's a real big cat, grey, and she had some cool scars." he comments, thinking about the molly. he wishes she'd come back, she was really cool in his opinion. actually, she was tied with roosterflame! "my name's fuzzkit, actually..I'm not even supposed to be a kit! I'm like, eight moons old!! I mean, I kinda went missing... but anyway, my mama said I was named fuzzkit cause my furs all fuzzy..which, like, I'm pretty sure a LOT of cat's fur is fuzzy." he rambles, shrugging his shoulders as he waits for the mossball to come back.

// birdie