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August 10th, 2024, 10:54 PM
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HEY LITTLE BIRD ☆ PRIVATE
AIN'T NO WAY FOR A BOY TO BE
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MOSQUITOKIT . 6 MOONS . HE/HIM . SHADOWCLAN
Mosquitokit scrapes idly at the soft, cool earth in the clearing, looking pensive...looking like he's concentrating...looking like...
Ah. He's given up out of preemptive embarrassment. That's just not my thing!
His latest, newest friend is a cat who digs a lot, Mosquitokit, ever the impressionable young fella, was right there on the brink of trying it out for himself but...no. No, now his paws are grimy, there's mud betwen his toes, and his claws are caked with mud up to the quick and Mosquitokit is not very thrilled by the sensation. He lurches away from the attempted hole withna grimace, flicking his paws erratically. Digging can stay Wormkit's thing; Mosquitokit doesn't have it in him.
After setting things straight with a quick bath, he's off to find another way to spend the day. The morning sun is just now starting to color the sky in soft pinks and cool, gentle blues. He's not usually awake this early, but his sleep's been all over the place as of late. The queens tell him he's just growing. Mosquitokit hopes it's over quickly.
Moving with a bit of purpose, the gangly black cat finds his way over to the edge of the fresh kill pile and starts to root through it. The plan this morning is to continue his ongoing pursuit—his promise—to make new friends, and he's got just the way to do it. Someone very soon is going to be greeted with an early breakfast. He's so pleased with himself, certain this'll be a good start to his next friendship. No more aimlessly wandering into cats and stammering his way into their hearts! He's gonna take some initiative!
(Initiative is a new word he's learned, and since taking a lot of it is supposes to be an admirable trait, Mosquitokit is determined to learn to do that.)
With a little bird held tightly by the wing, now, Mosquitokit has staked out a spot by the nursery's entrance, waiting for the next young face he sees...
@rubberRatroom ; THRUSHKIT
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August 11th, 2024, 06:48 PM
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Re: HEY LITTLE BIRD ☆ PRIVATE
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[wonderful header by @/OBigBrainO <3]
thrushkit
KIT | Male | 6 moons
"Even if life’s all in a jumble, you can sort it out as long as there’s a whisper of the wind."
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Turning around, Thrushkit caught the subtle smell of dirt. Dirt didn't really smell like anything. Even grass smelled more than the earth, though similar in scent. It was Mosquitokit, he recognized, hauling a bird by its tiny, fragile wing. It looked kind of cruel, but Thrush knew it was a food source. He preferred frogs, toads, and lizards over any kind of birds. He didn't like having to pull out the feather, putting in so much effort to eat one thing. He understood they were harder to catch. They could fly after all! He silently wondered if cats would ever be able to fly. Wouldn't that be so cool? He imagined himself with big, feathery wings at his sides.
Getting more lost into his thoughts, he continuely pressed his paws into his moss bedding. It was newer for the most part, so he needed to shape it up. He loved and hated the feel of new moss bedding. On one paw, it was no longer moist from previous rainstorms or dead-looking, but on the other it was stiff and hard to sleep it at first. If he was to get a proper nights rest, then the bedding had to be somewhat less stiff! It made sense to Thrushkit, anyways.
He stood for a moment, not wanting to intrude on Mosquitokit's moments of silence, but still curious. He gave outside a quick glance, able to see the light fading from the sky. He really liked sunsets, or more importantly stars. Not because of StarClan, more because they were pretty. Sparkling diamonds in a navy sea, placement chosen by nothing but themselves.
Upon coming back into the den, he exchanged a glance with the other kit. He blinked before looking away. Did Mosquitokit remember him as Thrush remembered him? Maybe not. He couldn't tell all that well. A lot of time had passed, and they'd hardly gotten to talk. Maybe they could be friends, still?
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Re: HEY LITTLE BIRD ☆ PRIVATE
AIN'T NO WAY FOR A BOY TO BE
── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✧ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──
MOSQUITOKIT . 6 MOONS . HE/HIM . SHADOWCLAN
Careful breathing—in....out—and quiet planning. That'a what Mosquitokit loses himself to for the next few moments, so thoroughly bogged down by his own thinking tht he stops paying attention to what's going on around him. This inattention might just be the end of him, someday, no matter how productive he trues to convince himself that it is.
He plans. Scripts. Mulls over openers and ice-breakers that'll inevitably be mashed to bits by hia fumbling mouth. He figures, so long as he just keeps practicing, his words'll start clicking together smoothly. Someday.
And, he's right! But the process is going to take a lot longer than he's thinking.
It's hard to say what anaos Mosquitokit to attention, in the end. Maybe a passing shadow or a soft, distinct noise or a change in the wind...whatever the case may be, his eyes suddenly see instead of just looking. Oh!! That's—
"Frushkih!"
He calls out for Thrushkit, mew garbled by the wing he's still got his teeth in. He remembers the other kitten, though only faintly. He can recall a game of mossball, another kitten, a big gold warrior and then some others...Mosquitokit's not sure how that day ended, but the memory isn't an unpleasant one. In fact, he's glad he has it; it makes approaching Thrushkit, now, much easier than it might've been.
The lanky black tom bobs over, hauling his meal along and setting it down at the edge of Thrushkit's nest.
"Um, hi! It's—uh, I'm Mosquitokit from, the....f-from a while ago," he's off to a clumsy start, but he hopes his grin is helping to sell it. It's big and bright and hurting his cheeks just a little bit. "Do you...are you hungry? Do you wanna share? And also talk? To me?"
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