Ain't no Party Like a Mom-Friend Party, it Ends at Eight! {P}

[Streamtail]

Twilightpaw
She/her - 6 moons - SC apprentice

Twigh sits in the clearing, just outside the nursery, grooming her thick fur. Sure, she may resent the fact that it's patchy (thanks a lot father), and she may hate how cold her paws & muzzle get, but the rest of it is by no means thin. She has quite possibly the most difficult pelt in the history of pelts. Bones has it pretty rough aswell, but he doesn't seem to care much. The smokey apprentice sighs, drawing her sandpaper tongue over her chest fur, the gentle apricity of the sun falling kindly upon her. It makes her feel a bit sleepy. However, she refuses to be lulled to sleep in the middle of a public space, letting her guard down like that (even in her own camp) is disgraceful as a member of the esteemed Shadowclan. That's right, she can't be caught slacking. She stretches downward with a soft yawn before determinedly approaching the fresh-kill pile, intending to bring a nice juicy piece of prey to some hungry soul in the nursery. The young are the future of the clan, they must be raised well. After a few moments of contemplation, she grabs a plump yellow and brown bird and pads swiftly back to the nursery. The she-cat's eyes scan the space, looking for someone who looks like they might need it.


@rubberRatroom - Hickorykit :3

[rubberRatroom]

HICKORYKIT
5 moons | Female | #HickorykitPost
Finder

"The moon will sing a song for me
I loved you like the sun."

...

Hickorykit couldn't do anything else than sleep. The simple thought of being swept up into the idle chatter of the big burly cats outside made her head pound. Was there a moment she could catch a break? There was so much tension - everywhere, it felt - that at any moment she could snap. Gentle flower blooms made her heart crush with envy. How could they rise so early in the morning, prepared for anything that came their way?

It was an odd fascination that ignited a buried curiosity, eyes lighting up as ideas buzzed within her noggin. As the scent of new-leaf flooded her nostrils, a cat with patchy fur caught her eye. A mysterious apprentice, she figured, wandering around towards the nursery with an oddly colored bird clamped in her jaws.

Hickorykit's eyes never strayed, even as the apprentice came closer to the nursery. In a last ditch effort to hide her curious spark, she quickly tucked her head into her paws, pretending to sleep in her comfortable moss nest.

...



"Bore the shadows that you made
With no light of my own
I shine only with the light you gave me."

[ @Streamtail - Twilightpaw ]

[Streamtail]

Twilightpaw
She/her - 6 moons - SC apprentice


Twigh's bi-colored orbs do a once-over of the different pelts filling the nursery, catching on a sudden movement accompanying her arrival. A brown and white bundle of fur, rising and falling with each breath. Well, the child seems like she's sleeping, should she bother her? Though, on the other hand, she might not have had the opportunity to eat yet today. If she wakes her to find out she's eaten already, then she can always go back to sleep and Twilight can always just find another cat to give the bird to. Logically speaking, it isn't that big of a dilemma. So she quietly sits down next to her, curling her short tail neatly around her left paw and nudging the kit with her other furrless paw.

"Aye, fancy a bird?" She queries, her voice calm as she studies the younger molly.

Her whiskers twitch as she patiently waits for her answer, tucking her paw back under her after gesturing to the prey she just set down.

[rubberRatroom]

HICKORYKIT
5 moons | Female | #HickorykitPost
Finder

"The moon will sing a song for me
I loved you like the sun."

...

Hickorykit's heart plummeted, had talking always been so hard? She slowly lifted her gaze, sunlit eyes glaring at the apprentice. Her glare was one of tempt, and one of decline. No matter how much she wanted to eat that bird, it'd be better if she grabbed something herself. Etiquette, poise, bleh bleh blegh. The twisting thought turned into the churning of her rumbling stomach. Hunger had consumed her intuition and manners, perking up excitedly as she lifted a paw. Remembering her awkward silence - for in her tribulations she had completely forgotten what the apprentice spoke - her big, pleading eyes met Twilightpaw's eyes. The shadows and light danced in her eyes, and Hickorykit's curiosity grew. Her small heart became enlightened with the feeling of liking something again. The gentle river swaying in her mind suddenly overflowed, and stars filled her large, peering iris'.

"...I... I would,"

Her words flowed off the tip of her tongue, like a snake slithering and hissing. Jittery and broken, like the shriek of a bird caught too soon into its song.

...



"Bore the shadows that you made
With no light of my own
I shine only with the light you gave me."

[ @Streamtail - Twilightpaw ]