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Post by Jaecarys on Oct 22, 2023 16:01:32 GMT -6
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/920197329640902686/1105322415401222164/dewkit~jpg What could be better than a sunny day in the middle of leaf-bare, with all the freedom in the world? Well. Maybe he wasn’t supposed to be as free as this, but he was only just outside camp, not very far into the woods. It wasn’t like he was wandering off to the borders to get eaten by a RidgeClanner. Did they eat other cats? The little dew-drop of a kit shivered. Someone as small as him? Definitely. He was perfectly content to stay right here, lounging on a dry rock with no snow and nothing but dappled sun. Dewkit stretched out, claws digging into the stone to pull his limbs further out in the warmth. He purred, eyes drifting shut. He’d be an apprentice in a moon, and he was pretty sure he wasn’t gonna have much time for this kinda thing. He’d been sour for a while that he couldn’t keep up with his siblings, but what did it matter anyways? Didn’t bother him a bit anymore. He’d make his way, enjoy his time, he didn’t have to be as strong as them. He was quick enough, wiry. And while they all busied themselves with shining as bright as their father and living up to his impossible legacy, he would be living the good life. He was fine with that. He was. He was. There was a rustle in the underbrush. Dewkit’s eye opened, then the other as he picked up his head. He gave a few good sniffs, and… oh! That’s a mouse. His tail twitched. It couldn’t hurt to show his family he was good at something. And it was only a mouse, not like it could hurt him. The little tom slowly crept down off the stone, paws stretched to be soft on the wet snow. He paused there, searching the leaf-less brush… and there it was. It was so tiny, it could have just been a little rock. One… two… three! He launched into the brush and— ”Ow!” The mouse darted away, and Dewkit had his nose scratched by a thorn with his paw tangled in a branch. |
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Post by bones on Oct 27, 2023 16:04:46 GMT -6
#s://i~postimg~cc/t4DTqCK3/lichenflight-POSTINGIMG~png #s://i~postimg~cc/t4DTqCK3/lichenflight-POSTINGIMG~png | lichenflight, and if you lack the strength of your own...
honey, hold out your hands, and take it from an old man
[ooc: time for a bit of (s)mothering] |
When the mouse came skittering out into the open, Lichenflight let it go - it was small, likley very young and would not feed even the smallest kit in the clan well. No, it was far more sensible to let it go to live another day, to grow fat in the coming Newleaf and to make more little mice in the distant Greenleaf. There was a time and place for everything. She chuckled to herself as she rounded a tree, only to find Dewkit - far from camp, living every naive little kits' dream - stuck in a bush. The faint scent of blood wafted up and she circled to put the youngster on her good side. "Ooch indeed." Eyeing over his predictament, the weaver reached out a paw and pressed it briefly to his flank, "Hold still, kit, ah'll getcha ou'."It takes a moment, but between a carefully used set of claws and teeth, his paw is free without any further fuss. Sniffing audibly, she leans into him and offers a mischievous, toothy smile. "Out fer a'bit o' adventure, huh?" Her ears flicker good-naturedly, before looping a paw around his neck and tugging him close, "Lemme see tha' scratch, Dewkit."She forgoes pointing out the obvious, for the moment: even in the territory, the scent of fresh blood could draw predators - who were overly aggressive and driven by hunger more than usual given the scarcity of prey - and it wouldn't take too big of one to gobble up a kit. Even just a scratch can be dangerous for a grown cat on their own, she mused, cocking her head so her good eye can get a good look. |
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Post by Jaecarys on Oct 30, 2023 13:04:13 GMT -6
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/920197329640902686/1105322415401222164/dewkit~jpg Dewkit tried to wriggle his paw from the branch, and he was poked by one of the sharp brambles. He gave a short hiss, and he glared. Of course. Why not get stuck? “Ooch indeed.” He gasped and his back arched, tail fluffing and pelt bristling with wide eyes. “Lichenflight!” he sputtered. “Hold still, kit, ah’ll getcha ou’.” He leaned his head back so that the senior weaver could part the branches enough for him to slip his paw free. Dewkit rasped his tongue across it a few times and gave it a shake, but it didn’t hurt. It was his nose that stung. "Out fer a'bit o' adventure, huh?" He looked up at her toothy grin, and then before he could respond, she hooked a foreleg over him to haul him into her with an oof. “Lemme see tha’ scratch, Dewkit.” “Aw, it’s nothin’ really,” he said, giving her a lopsided smile. Lichenflight tilted her head toward him with her good eye, inspecting his nose. She’d only find a small scratch, but it welled with a bit of red against the short silver fur. As she looked, he cleared his throat a little, his smile turning sheepish. “You’re… not gonna get me in trouble, are ya?” His ears swiveled back. “I just wanted some space from the littermates, ye’know? Just loosenin’ up a little.” |
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Post by bones on Nov 6, 2023 15:55:16 GMT -6
#s://i~postimg~cc/t4DTqCK3/lichenflight-POSTINGIMG~png #s://i~postimg~cc/t4DTqCK3/lichenflight-POSTINGIMG~png | lichenflight, and if you lack the strength of your own...
honey, hold out your hands, and take it from an old man
[lichen is a fun auntie] |
Before answering him, she gave the tom-kit's nose a quick lick, chuckling good-naturedly at his question. She's be a hypocrite to berate him for coming out, because he is not the first nor will he be the last kit that tries or succeeds in slipping out of camp; she remembers quite fondly how often Volekit had her own attempts at adventure snatched away in the jaws of defeat, carried huffing and puffing and pouting back to the nursery to be grounded again. Her niece had done that same as toddling bit of fur, and it had only been her careful diligence and... cleverness that kept her grandniblings from slinking off. But, then again, she'd realized that if something wasn't held out of reach, wasn't presented as a forbidden fruit (as she recalled a clanless cat calling it), then kits didn't feel the need to sneak around. As an older cat, Lichenflight still finds it funny, too, that kits simply never think to ask someone to take them out of camp, if they wish to see the outside world so bad; when she'd made it known to Snailpaw, Heatherpaw, and Towheepaw that she'd gladly escort them about just out of camp whenever they wanted, that had nipped any attempts to sneak away in the bud, so to speak. She keeps him reigned in with that paw about his shoulders, giving him a one-eyed wink at his sheepishness. "How 'bout this?" The weaver whispers mischievously, glancing about before adding: "Y'stick wit' meh an' we'll 'ave a looksie 'round...""Annnn' if'n anybody asks, ah took ya ou' fer a stroll, al'ight?" |
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Post by Jaecarys on Nov 21, 2023 16:44:13 GMT -6
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/920197329640902686/1105322415401222164/dewkit~jpg The old weaver winked at him, keeping him tucked close. She was awful friendly for an almost-elder. Most of em were grouchy and didn’t like him hanging around much. And there was that old Goosefire, he stayed well clear of him. Seemed all the older cats had beestings on their rumps. "How 'bout this?" she whispered, glancing about. "Y'stick wit' meh an' we'll 'ave a looksie 'round… Annnn' if'n anybody asks, ah took ya ou' fer a stroll, al'ight?" He lifted his brows and cocked his head up at her. She talked funny, but she didn’t have any of them beestings on her rump. ”I was jus’ gonna take in the sun,” he answered, but then smiled. ”But I’d be a right mousebrain to turn you down, aye?”The stringy tom flicked his little tail and ducked out from under her arm, slick as a salamander. His smile was lopsided as he looked around the forest. ”My siblings think they’re all that ‘n a mound of honeycomb ‘cause they been out further than me,” he said. Nevermind that they got out, but they got to be with dad. No one ever paid him any mind, not dad, not anyone. Not that it mattered any, ‘course. He was plenty pleased with his lot, nevermind being like them. Fun is what mattered. ”So where off to?” |
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Post by bones on Dec 21, 2023 16:41:30 GMT -6
#s://i~postimg~cc/t4DTqCK3/lichenflight-POSTINGIMG~png #s://i~postimg~cc/t4DTqCK3/lichenflight-POSTINGIMG~png | lichenflight, and if you lack the strength of your own...
honey, hold out your hands, and take it from an old man |
Lichenflight chuckles as the tom-kit weasels free, "Th'day's still young 'n' be a'shame t'waste it."She took a few steps to keep up with the youngster, tail flickering back and forth in amusement at how he reminded her a fair bit of her brother. She good-naturedly bumped him as she strode onwards, hopping up onto a tall, snow-covered rock nearby. Lifting a paw, she tilts her head this way and that way, before beckoning him to come up and join her. "Wha's t'fun in choosin' a destination?" Snorting, she took the moment to enjoy the sun sinking its teeth into her chilled joints, "Y'won' get another chance t'run 'boot all whimsy-like when yer an 'pprentice, kit, do y'really wanna waste a chance t'explore?""Long as y'don' try t'loose meh 'n' weh keep our pa's on th'ground, ya got t'whole forest." Which was more than she or her siblings could have said at his age. |
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Post by Jaecarys on Jan 31, 2024 10:52:44 GMT -6
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/920197329640902686/1105322415401222164/dewkit~jpg "Sunbathin's fer elders 'n' heavy queens," the weaver said. "Th'day's still young 'n' be a'shame t'waste it." Dewkit disagreed—sunbathing was a right satisfying way to spend his day, but… he did wanna see the territory. He shook out his pelt, and with a little hop, he was padding into the forest. Lichenflight bumped his shoulder, and he nearly toppled, but he grinned with a little laugh as she leaped up on a snowy rock. Her head tilted one way, then the other, paw lifted to the air, and he couldn’t help buck chuckle again. He liked her. He clambered up on the rock beside her. "Wha's t'fun in choosin' a destination?" She snorted, and he quirked a brow. "Y'won' get another chance t'run 'boot all whimsy-like when yer an 'pprentice, kit, do y'really wanna waste a chance t'explore? Long as y'don' try t'loose meh 'n' weh keep our pa's on th'ground, ya got t'whole forest." ”The whole forest, aye?” he mrrowed. His little tail flicked and he fluffed out his pelt, a grin on his face. ”Whadda bout the borders? Theys far enough that we’d see the whole place!”He hopped down from the rock and bounced a few paces forward, then faced his newfound companion. ”I’m starvin’ too.” The more excited he got, the faster he talked. ”Tried t’get the mouse, but y’know I just felt so sorry for it that I had to let em go, y’kow? I won’t be so soft this time!” |
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Post by bones on Mar 2, 2024 11:38:20 GMT -6
#s://i~postimg~cc/t4DTqCK3/lichenflight-POSTINGIMG~png lichenflight, | | she-cat/molly (she/her)
mistclan
weaver |
Her grin grew a little more crooked, a little more fond as the tom-kit joined her atop the rock, feeling a touch nostalgic as he preened under the attention. "S'pose ya'll have t'pick 'un..."Traveling to both in the same day? Even if the silver kit had the moxie to try, he didn't have the stamina for such a feat - yet. She followed him off the stone, a step or two behind the boisterous youngster as she watched him with great amusement. After raising not one but two generations of her family, Lichenflight could tell when things were... likely being exaggerated. Not lied to - not truly, in the way adults tended to do - but... fibbing. Especially since the fleeing mouse and his holler is what led her to discovering him, tangled in a thorny bush... Alls well that ends well, though; she just chortled lowly as she saddled around to get a step past Dewkit; her tail playfully flicked around to tease his ears. "But wha' do y'even kno' 'boot t'borders anyway?" The one-eyed weaver teased, then winked at him before continuing: "I don' kno' if I could let ya choose... unless..."She shrugged off the thought exaggeratedly, taking instead a moment to scent the air. The mouse was long gone and the pair of them had probably made enough of racket to spook a number of prey that might have been lurking about... still, she'd had worse odds, especially in Leaf-Bare. Plus, at almost 6 moons old, this could be teaching moment for the silver furball she was with. "Foo' first, kit - gonna need yer strength." Moving further into the underbrush lining the clearing, she beckoned him to follow, "Give ya 'nother try t'catch somethin' too, huh?" |
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