a coyote can still have a heart [p]

[otter]

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Coyotekit
The Prince Of WindClan
He/Him | WC Kit | Oldest Son of Twilightstar | 1 moon old

Ever since he'd seen her snow-white pelt around camp, he'd wanted to talk to Magnoliakit. Coyotekit had seen her suckling Leopardsong in the nursery, and she seemed kind. But her eyes... they were strange. Pale blue, but glassy. Was she blind like Coldkit? If she was, at least she had eyes. Coldkit didn't, but that really didn't matter as much anymore.

He made his way up to her, held out his paw for her to smell (to know his scent), before introducing himself. "Hey. I'm Coyotekit. You're... Magnoliakit, right?" he asked, hoping he'd remembered it right. Little did he know, he was talking to the love of his life, the cat he'd sacrifice his life for if it came to it.

[ @iliri - hope you don't mind this, if ya want we can use this as their bonding thread (friendship and romantic) ]

[iliri]

Magnoliakit
medium-furred, small, snow-white albino with very pale, blind blue eyes
purrks: n/a
she/her | windclan kit | 2 moons

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The small albino kit had been sitting close to the nursery’s entrance, her pale, almost snowy-white fur catching the low morning sun that filtered through the thicket above. The shafts of light warmed her soft, wispy coat, which seemed to glow faintly in the pale light, making her feel momentarily connected to a world she couldn’t see. With her faintly blue, glassy eyes that held little focus, she gazed in the general direction of the camp, unaware of the vibrant colors and shadows around her, sensing only the soft warmth of sunlight and the gentle touch of a late leaffall breeze. The crisp air prickled against her sensitive skin, a shiver running through her as she pulled her paws in closer, feeling a subtle sense of foreboding with each chilly gust. With every passing day, the air seemed to grow sharper, and even without sight, she could tell that leafbare was approaching—the cold settling in her bones made that all too clear. Though she’d never seen the frosts of winter, she’d heard the older cats talk about it, and the idea of a world cloaked in ice and silence unsettled her. As she sat there, her ears perked, catching soft pawsteps approaching from nearby. She tilted her head slightly, inhaling an unfamiliar scent—earthy and wild, carrying a strange energy that reminded her of dried leaves and the edges of camp she’d never quite explored yet. It was different from the scents of her siblings and the nursery’s warmth, and it made her heart flutter with a mixture of curiosity and hesitance.

Magnoliakit’s ears twitched as the scent grew stronger, sharpening her focus on the presence approaching her. The warmth of the nursery entrance felt like a boundary, a safe line she could return to whenever she wanted, but she was drawn to the quiet energy of this new scent, feeling a strange pull that both intrigued and unsettled her. Suddenly, a soft rustle nearby, followed by the faintest brush of air, made her lean forward, both ears fully perked. The pawsteps stopped, and she felt a small movement close to her—a paw, extended just in front of her nose. Hesitantly, she lowered her head and took in the scent. It was earthy but somehow electric, with a wildness that set it apart from the comforting scents she was used to. She felt her heart beat faster as she pieced together the warmth and closeness of this new cat, her head tilting slightly as she listened for any further cues. The strangers' words were spoken gently, and something about the tone made her relax just a little. She shifted on her paws, nodding slowly as she processed his voice. It held a lightness that felt different from her siblings’ usual playful tones. There was something almost… careful in the way he spoke to her as if he were trying to understand her even before she’d said a word. “Yes, I’m Magnoliakit,” she replied softly, a shy smile tugging at her lips. There was a pause as she hesitated, her paw shifting slightly as she considered how much to share.

She didn’t always know how others would react when they noticed her blindness, and she often felt unsure of herself when meeting new cats. “And… you’re Coyotekit? I think I’ve heard your name before, Twilightstar is your mom, right?” she continued, her voice filled with a gentle curiosity. Her sightless gaze drifted to the side, as if she was trying to piece together what he might look like, but all she could gather was the warmth in his voice and his scent lingering in the air around her. She felt her medium-furred tail swish a little nervously. “I… I can’t see very well,” she admitted quietly, tipping her head slightly. “Sometimes I have to guess where everyone is, and it can be hard to find my way around camp.” Despite her blindness, something about Coyotekit’s presence made her feel at ease, like he would guide her if she stumbled. She couldn’t see the potential admiration in his eyes or the possible intensity of his gaze, but his gentle way of introducing himself brought a spark of confidence to her words. She turned her head toward him, hoping her eyes met his, even if she couldn’t be sure. “Do you like exploring?” she asked, her voice growing a bit stronger as she dared to let herself be curious. Perhaps it was the right move to make, or it was not, she won't ever know unless he responds.

@otter (of course! that works for me!)

[otter]

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Coyotekit
The Prince Of WindClan
He/Him | WC Kit | Oldest Son of Twilightstar | 1 moon old

He smiled as she sniffed his paw, and when she was done he lowered it. Her name was Magnoliakit. Coyotekit wasn't exactly sure that was her name, but now he didn't have to worry about forgetting it. "Yeah, Twilightstar's my mom. I was the first to be born of my litter. Quite an accomplishment, considering I have 12 other siblings." he laughed a bit. She mentioned that she couldn't see very well. "You're blind?" he asked. "Not that I'd be upset about that, my sister's blind." he quickly mewed, hoping that she didn't think that he thought of her differently because she was blind. Magnoliakit then asked if he liked exploring. "I do, actually! It's nice to be able to take in how big the world is, the scents, the sights." he said, a gentle smile on his face as he thought of how much of the world he hadn't yet seen. Anyways. "You and my sister should be friends. Her name's Coldkit, and she smells soft, kind of like a cool breeze on a hot day." Coyotekit said, describing her scent to Magnoliakit instead of her appearance. They'd probably get along well.

[ @iliri - random question, but can magnolia see like a tiny sliver of stuff? some blind people have a tiny bit of blurry vision iirc ]