Emberkit
ShadowClan Kit
she/they/he | 3 Weeks Old
[Large dark brown tabby with golden eyes]
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Magician ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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[
Houndkit - @
wolfie ] [
Hawkbite - @
SuspiciousMindz ] [
Rookfire - @
alec ]
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The adults seemed to change their tune rather quickly, and Emberkit had the sneaking suspicion it was because she and her brother were Dawnstar's children. Hmph--that made keeping her siblings in line easier, if no one was going to yell at them. Houndkit's touch had Emberkit leaning into him, nosing his cheek in a comforting gesture as he calmed from his frenzy.
The notion that the red feather and round stone were bad gifts seemed to upset Houndkit, but Emberkit stood by his claim. Mother deserved only the best of gifts, and something already used by another would not do.
"You can keep." He murmured.
"All yours." It seemed that the adults were on the same page on that, exhanging glances before one dipped away. Emberkit watched him go with piercing golden-grey eyes, dangerously similar to his mother's.
"Thank you." They called, wanting to smooth any tensions between the kits and the dark grey cat. Making enemies in the clan was a bad idea. They needed the security of being liked on top of being the leader's children.
The brown-furred adult was now talking about secrets and good gifts, which was immediately suspicious for Emberkit. They narrowed their eyes at him, but Houndkit seemed excited. Well, she wasn't going to deny Houndkit anything else, so she supposed she could tag along.
"No danger." She demanded, gaze sharp.
"No lies." But Emberkit would follow as Hawkbite drew them out of the den, purposefully standing just to the side of Houndkit in case something jumped at him. Or, a more likely situation, if he decided to streak off somewhere else and cause issues.
Re: ShadowClan Warriors' Den
