two birds // o, intro

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]At first, Bluekit was ecstatic to find his new home was a cave. Darkness had always been comforting to him. Butterfly had lived in a cave. Actually, it was little more than a hole in the side of a mountain; there were no tunnels or smaller caverns branching off of it, and it certainly couldn’t accommodate as many cats as DarkClan’s dens did. But to a kitten, especially one as small as Bluekit was, that hole was huge. Butterfly themself had been a small cat; together, they and Bluekit hadn’t taken up much room at all.


    He would’ve gladly curled up and slept in the tunnels, but the DarkClanners had led him through to the nursery, and he wasn’t the type to speak up. As it turned out, being brought into a Clan was exhausting. Or maybe it just was for him.


    It only hit him there, surrounded by soft orange light and glowing moss, how strange all of this was. Through the ivy wall, he could hear the gentle rumble of cats coming and going in the camp as if everything was normal, nothing had changed; in his head, it was magnified until it was as loud as thunder. Bluekit flattened himself against one of the walls, thin tail curled at his side. Okay. He needed to breathe.


    [spoiler=✨ 12/16][size=7pt]★ first roleplayed [12/16]
    ★ arrived in darkclan [12/16]


    GENERAL: i've café crawled through amsterdam
    ★ bluekit | transgender male [he/him]
    ★ four moons | august 10 | ages real-time
    ★ kit of traditional darkclan | loner by birth
    ★ poor hunter | poor fighter | no known skills


    NOTES: been around the world with a punk rock
    ★ joined darkclan through a basket litter
    ★ probably the runt of the litter
    ★ formerly known as mouse


    APPEARANCE: band; i've seen london & i've played
    ★ MOGGY [ref 1 & ref 2] | health: 100% | ■ ■ ■ ■
    ★ shorthaired | blue classic tabby | hazel eyes
    ★ scrawny | white paws, small locket, and muzzle
    ★ no scarring or injuries
    — current injuries: none


    PERSONALITY: japan — i've been knocked down, i
    ★ driven, fair, focused, optimistic, serious, tolerant
    ★ dislikes change, high standards, literal, sheltered
    ★ dishonest, pretentious, resentful, selfish, sensitive
    ★ all opinions are ic only


    RELATIONSHIPS: got up again; for all the places i
    ★ npc x npc | gen 1 | adopted by cherrystar
    ★ single | crushing on n/a | homosexual
    ★ mentored by n/a | open to future mentor


    INTERACTION: have been, i'm no place without you
    ★ attack in bolded lightsteelblue
    ★ physically very easy | mentally very easy
    ★ no training | no experience | will always flee
    ★ no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 500px; font-size: 8pt;][justify]With her paw still healing from its sprain, Sumacpaw found herself confined to her new clan's camp. Bored out of her mind, the young apprentice had decided to take one of the mice on the fresh-kill pile over to the nursery to see if any of the clan's kittens shared her boredom.


    Pushing through the ivy that covered the nursery entrance, the ginger tabby and white she-cat limped inside. "Hey," she said, her voice muffled by the fur of the mouse she was holding, "I brought a meal, you hungry?"[/justify][/fancypost]

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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:500px;text-align:justify;font-size:9pt]DarkClan was turning into a Shelter if he had to say so himself. There were joiners left and right, different loners showcasing all kinds of troubles and needs to be taken in. Of course sometimes the leader would become suspicious of the numbers, but StarClan hadn't even seemed to whisper a word. Now it seemed like few of their older cats would even remain, and he missed the ones he used to talk to. It made it seem pointless to even get to know the other DarkClanners around him if they were simply ripening to be picked by Death when the time was right.


    Cherrystar's lips were slightly parted when he watched Sumacpaw leave one of the storage dens and move towards the nursery. He was about to speak up but immediately clamped his jaw shut, keen eyes watching her as she entered inside. It seemed like she was getting used to the camp, though she didn't appear very entertained the way she would seem to aimlessly move around. Like the leader would always say, camp wasn't as boring as it appeared. There were many tunnels to explore and many different places to hide or take a breather. But he guessed not everyone had views like he did, especially the views he had once had and then carried from kithood. Cher had always been lazy.


    He followed Sumacpaw moments after inside the nursery, surveying his surroundings before noting Sumacpaw was just trying to feed Bluekit. It made him feel bad. Cherrystar was not a she cat, and therefore not a queen. He didn't exactly have motherly or loving instincts either, but he tried to look after the kid. After all, he felt sorry for the poor thing. He dipped his head to the apprentice before moving towards the child, seating himself beside Bluekit. "You okay? Cold?" he asked gently as he curled his tail.
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    info | updated 10/22

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]Someone was talking – specifically, an apprentice, definitely a cat he’d seen before, though he didn’t know her name. Something-paw. All the apprentices were something-paws here; Cherrystar and the others had said so. The kitten sat up a little, looking Sumacpaw up and down. She was carrying a mouse. It wasn’t the squirrels Butterfly usually caught for him, but food was food, and he was hungry enough to share one. He couldn’t exactly leave the nursery right now, anyway. Surrounding himself with older strangers would only make things worse. ”Mm-hm.” Bluekit nodded, hating how his voice shook.


    He wasn’t sure how he felt about Cherrystar – Dad, now, he reminded himself. Though he disagreed with Cherrystar regarding out-of-camp roaming, he couldn’t say the leader was cruel or neglectful or a bad parent; honestly, he hadn’t known Cherry long enough. All Bluekit knew was that he’d been dropped on the border, given a new name (one he quite preferred to his old one, too – who wanted to go through life with a name like Mouse?), and now he had a family again. At the very least, he had a group – it wasn’t just him and Butterfly anymore.


    ”A little,” he said, ears starting to rise from where they’d been pulled against his head. ”Mostly hungry.” Bluekit paused to look around the nursery. It didn't seem quite so suffocating now with familiar faces here, but he had a long way to go before he'd be truly comfortable, and by then, he might even be a -paw, like Sumacpaw. ”Is it always loud here?”


    [spoiler=✨ 12/16][size=7pt]★ first roleplayed [12/16]
    ★ arrived in darkclan [12/16]


    GENERAL: i've café crawled through amsterdam
    ★ bluekit | transgender male [he/him]
    ★ four moons | august 10 | ages real-time
    ★ kit of traditional darkclan | loner by birth
    ★ poor hunter | poor fighter | no known skills


    NOTES: been around the world with a punk rock
    ★ joined darkclan through a basket litter
    ★ will seek physical contact if uncomfortable


    APPEARANCE: band; i've seen london & i've played
    ★ MOGGY [ref 1 & ref 2] | health: 100% | ■ ■ ■ ■
    ★ shorthaired | blue classic tabby | hazel eyes
    ★ scrawny | white paws, small locket, and muzzle
    ★ no scarring or injuries
    — current injuries: none


    PERSONALITY: japan — i've been knocked down, i
    ★ driven, fair, focused, optimistic, serious, tolerant
    ★ dislikes change, high standards, literal, sheltered
    ★ dishonest, pretentious, resentful, selfish, sensitive
    ★ all opinions are ic only


    RELATIONSHIPS: got up again; for all the places i
    ★ npc x npc | gen 1 | adopted by cherrystar
    ★ single | crushing on n/a | homosexual
    ★ mentored by n/a | open to future mentor


    INTERACTION: have been, i'm no place without you
    ★ attack in bolded lightsteelblue
    ★ physically very easy | mentally very easy
    ★ no training | no experience | will always flee
    ★ no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt;][justify]With an eager little bob of her head at the kit's acceptance, Sumacpaw dropped the mouse and scooted it toward Bluekit. "Well, here you are, then! I'm Sumacpaw, by the way. I'm not sure if you knew that already—did you? Sorry if you did, I just wanted to make sure. And you, you're Bluekit, right?"


    Her yellow gaze skimmed his blue tabby fur. "I'm still figuring out the whole naming thing, but I guess the reason behind your name is pretty clear, huh?" Her words were spoken with her usual positive, cheery inflection, but she couldn't quite hide the nervous edge. Her gaze darted to the side every few seconds, eyeing Cherrystar in what she hoped was a subtle manner. She thought their leader seemed pretty neat, overall, but she'd also seen how strict he was at the clan meeting and didn't want to end up on his bad side.[/justify][/fancypost]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify]His paw shot out to pull the mouse closer, as if one of the other kits roaming around the nursery might steal it, but Bluekit didn’t eat it right away; instead, he kept it pinned down near his chest, still eyeing Sumacpaw carefully. She didn't seem the type to give him food and immediately take it back — actually, she wasn't as scary as the rest of this Clan seemed to be, though that might've been the mouse-scent talking — but it never hurt to be careful, and Butterfly had taught him to look at others while talking to them, anyway. He took a small bite and swallowed. Not a squirrel, but still good. ”…Okay.” Even if it was true (and fairly obvious on top of that), he wasn’t about to admit he hadn’t known Sumacpaw’s name.


    At the mention of his name, the kitten stretched out a striped leg. Blue made perfect sense. He didn't understand why Cherrystar and the others had felt the need to tag -kit onto it, though. "Uh-huh. 'S better than Mouse." Come to think of it, Cherrystar's name made sense, too; he was sort of reddish. But Sumacpaw... Through his second mouthful of mouse, Bluekit asked, "What's 'sumac'?"


    //mobile


    [spoiler=✨ 12/16][size=7pt]★ arrived in darkclan [12/16]


    GENERAL: i've café crawled through amsterdam
    ★ bluekit | transgender male [he/him]
    ★ four moons | august 10 | ages real-time
    ★ kit of traditional darkclan | loner by birth
    ★ poor hunter | poor fighter | poor tracker


    NOTES: been around the world with a punk rock
    ★ joined darkclan through a basket litter
    ★ will seek physical contact if uncomfortable


    APPEARANCE: band; i've seen london & i've played
    ★ MOGGY [ref 1 & ref 2] | health: 100% | ■ ■ ■ ■
    ★ shorthaired | blue classic tabby | hazel eyes
    ★ scrawny | white paws, small locket, and muzzle
    ★ no scarring or injuries
    — current injuries: none


    PERSONALITY: japan — i've been knocked down, i
    ★ driven, fair, focused, optimistic, serious, tolerant
    ★ dislikes change, high standards, literal, sheltered
    ★ dishonest, pretentious, resentful, selfish, sensitive
    ★ all opinions are ic only


    RELATIONSHIPS: got up again; for all the places i
    ★ npc x npc | gen 1 | adopted by cherrystar
    ★ half-brother and adopted brother to many
    ★ single | crushing on n/a | homosexual
    ★ mentored by n/a | open to future mentor


    INTERACTION: have been, i'm no place without you
    ★ attack in bolded lightsteelblue
    ★ physically very easy | mentally very easy
    ★ no training | no experience | will always flee
    ★ no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots


    [size=6pt]links located on camp

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 180%;][justify]
    "it's a plant, very red."


    blackpaw was heard before she was seen, though such wasn't difficult for the pitch black feline, and after a moment, her head appeared in the entrance of the nursery, a pearly white smile painted upon her maw.


    "hey there, names blackpaw. but that's not exacrly something difficult to guess, i suppose." she purred, finding it kind of funny. her sister was named after her aunt, her littermates after her grandparents, and she was named after her color.


    the feline was easily the size of a kit, not only the runt of her litter but seemingly her clan. she didn't mind, though; being small make it convenient for most everything in life. her only real issue was her lack of immune system, and the fact that on a good day, such as this one, she had a constant pulsing headache, a runny nose, and watery eyes. almost every morning, she was nauseous, and she carefully ate about a dozen tiny meals a day to prevent it from striking again.


    but she managed quite well. "i feel like it's been literally forever since i've been here. i moved away when i was half your age, i hardly remeber it. so how's datkclan treating you, kiddo?"

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; color=white; font-family: trebuchet ms; width: 350px;][justify]"where'd you come from?" quinn grunted. she indicated who she was speaking to with a quick nod of her head in bluekit's direction. she stalked up to join the little group, and took a seat among them. "haven't seen you around before."
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    tags | updated 12/20