[iliri]

• Snowbird •
medium-furred, lithe, snow-white molly with heterochromatic blue-and-green eyes
Purrks: N/A
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Bug hunting? Mismatched eyes twinkled inquisitively as the petite feline examined the young molly with a dainty twitch of her whiskers, silently questioning the rather random hobby that the young molly had expelled to her. Nonetheless, at least the young kit was perfectly fine with no injuries taken from her little fall, that was the least of the snow-white feline’s worries. “Well, at least you aren’t hurt or anything, darling. It would be really horrible if you got yourself hurt.” She mewed, a smile plastering onto her face as she softly brushed her bushy tail among the younger kit’s shoulders, a simple sign of affection. Even if she didn’t know the kit really well—or really, at all—it was best to show her that she was concerned for the younger one's well-being and health in general. It was something to be looked after, after all. Black-tipped ears gradually grew alert when the young feline was explaining that she was trying to catch a colorful beetle, the snow-white feline mentally hiding the disgust that she felt as soon as the bug was mentioned. She didn’t necessarily have a big deal with kits trying to catch bugs since they were young, but the simple thought of the disgusting little beings were more than enough to make her hackles raise and shudder in disgust. She wasn’t really the biggest fan of bugs of any type, but she’ll tolerate them to a degree if a kit was willing to catch them for fun. The petite molly watched as Fawnkit eagerly stomped up towards the rock that she seemed to want to demonstrate for the beetle that she was trying to catch, the medium-furred molly silently listening to the words that escaped the young molly’s mouth as she yammered.

The feline watched as Fawnkit pulled out her best effort with trying to do a hunting crouch; her posture was sloppy and her form wasn’t right. Snowbird would’ve been the type to make a comment about it if it were a warrior doing it, but she kept her mouth shut as she continued to listen to the young kit explain what she was trying to do. Mismatched eyes followed the kit as she watched her rush up towards the flat stone and lay her paw atop of its surface, the white molly silently observing the way she had been positioned while doing so. She was too slow with her movements and they weren’t exactly coordinated with one another, but it wasn’t like Snowbird could do much about that. She couldn’t help but feel a swell of sympathy form deeply within her chest when she saw the sheer look of disappointment flash across the young kits’ face when she explained that the beetle flew away right before she could catch it. “Well, one day you will catch the little bug, dear, it’ll just take time and practice. It’ll almost be just as long as it takes to become a warrior: but not quite as long, as I’m saying.” She purred, her lips tugging into an upwards smile as she explained her personal thoughts to the other kit. Her expression quickly contorted to understanding when the kit asked for it she was going to make a good hunter when she grew older, and Snowbird’s lips pursed as she thought carefully of how to respond. The snow-furred molly herself hadn’t really been born as a full-blooded warrior, but as one with kittypet roots. It had been hard for her to properly learn and understand the cruel ways of clan-life and the importance of how to cope with the dangers of the wild.

She could easily feel her heart yearning for the young kit in front of her, a deep path of understanding eliminating deep from her chest as she gently draped her fluffy tail among the kit's shoulders, smiling softly down at her. “I think you will make a great hunter when you are a warrior, Fawnkit. It took me some time and effort to learn the ways of clan-life when I first joined moons ago. I’m sure that you will learn just as much as I did, dear.” she leaned her head down to gently rasp her tongue among the young kit’s head, doing it merely out of affection for the younger molly right in front of her. She wanted the kit to feel like she was equally loved and appreciated, so that was simply her way of showing it.

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@{Roach}