[Wingnettle]

Originally Posted by jupiter

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Today was rainy. But Darkkit still sat in her usual corner. These were just two very scientific observations that one could make just from merely looking outside, then identifying the insignificant creature that sat up against the wall of their camp. The mere shadow of a kitten that floated around like a phantom, and they would quickly look away. The triangular faced girl made many cats uncomfortable, but, did she, the epitome of not caring, give two craps whether or not her presence made someone uncomfy? Of COURSE not! Angular almond eyes of a baby blue shade watched the dutiful, sodden patrols leave, and only then did the thin, regal looking Bengal rise from her seat, and scrutinized the clearing, one den at a time. rainwater dripped from her long white whiskers before she turned gracefully on her heels and padded back to the nursery.

But did she really want to go in? It kind of smelled in there, and watching cats being born was not her favorite past time. Resting her chin on the edge of her nest and trying not to see the wet little cats being born. Because it looked quite uncomfortable. The Higher Powers must hate she-cats, to make the job of reproduction so painful. One would think that that career path would bring comfort and joy, not getting round and grumpy and sick all the time. And most kids weren't even worth the trouble, they usually just cried and got into trouble, anyways.

It sounded like a rotten deal. No recognition, lots of pain, and a pack of gremlins who were your responsibility. Darkkit would probably never have children unless she didn't get fat, it didn't hurt, they were well behaved and left her alone. Oh yeah, and only if the Clan treated her like a hero because of it. What else was the point?

Maybe, she realized as she retreated back to her corner, she was putting too much thought into this. She had a long, LONG time until she had to even begin to think about... that stuff, so she moved swiftly along mentally. Maybe someone would venture closer. And maybe they would TALK to her. (oooh, scary!) She didn't mind either way. Honestly, she was perfectly fine just with herself. She was quite amusing, after all.

Moonkit (she/her)
Black calico with half face ginger and amber eyes

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Moonkit woke up at dawn, the time when the first patrol was sent out by the deputy. As soon as she got up and split up from her family's sleeping mass, she felt a damp chilly breeze seeping through the nursery and reaching her little bones. But she liked rain; it was like Starclan was sending them precious water not only to survive the long dry season, but also to clean the forest. She headed toward the slice of grey sky surrounded by the thorn bush of the nursery, but she stopped just a few fox tail lengths back.

A grey-black, spotted kit was crouched in a corner and Moonkit thought that she was trying to become a shadow herself, since she blended herself completely in the shade of that spot. Well, even if she doesn't try, she really looks like the spiky shadow of the thorny branches. While she was staring at her, the kit suddenly turned and fixed her cold gaze on Moonkit. She didn't look friendly as other kits in the nursery, and she felt her black-orange pelt prickle in unease.