Posts by GullKit

Marshpaw

His ear twitched in irritation at her accusation , while it was true he didn't want to hear it from someone else. Yes, he had left Ravensong after their argument- After making her adoptive kits cry. The black tom set his jaw in place, his eyes staring at her narrowed in challenge as he squared his shoulders. He wasn't her brother though, just like Chasingpaw isn't his brother or Riverkit or all the others that his mother had chose to take in instead of caring for her own. Where the hell were his actual siblings? "You're not my sister! So.. So stop saying stuff like that!" Marshpaw yelled, his fur rising and he took a small pawstep back while his eyes remained locked upon Ashfolly. "Ravensong is not your mother! My real siblings are we knows where- She doesn't care, she'd rather get more cats to replace us!." His feathery tail lashed back and forth behind him.

"I don't want you to be my sister!" Marshpaw ducked his head down and his claws unsheathed to keep him rooted to the ground. He used to have a crush on her when he was younger though was also confused with how his mother treated Ashfolly, it was all just a mess. The tom wrinkled his nose, shaking his head at the ground. "I mean-" He let out a noise of frustration. "Do whatever! I don't care anymore!"

Marshpaw

His paws went from the land of the moor into the steady stream of the river, his dark paws paused as he looked down at the water. Its been a while, he wasn't built for running after rabbits over the rolling hills of the moor- He had adjusted but it wasn't where he was meant to be. His green eyes watched his rippling reflection before he shook his head and moved along, his paws breaking the image of him. Marshpaw flatten his ears unsure what he'd be welcomed with- If he'd be welcomed at all, after all he had disowned his mother and told off his adoptive siblings. There was still some bitter blood bubbling beneath him towards his mother's adoptive children but he'd try to keep that inside from now on. He came to a stop just before the stepping stones that would grant him access into camp- Should he even be returning? The dark furred tom looked over his shoulder with hesitation before letting out a small sigh, no it was time for him to own up and return. His attention was casted ahead of him, straightening up he stood tall with his feathery tail swishing anxiously behind him.

Marshpaw

He was first greeted by Riverclan's deputy, he opened his maw to speak though not many cats knew his reason for leaving- If some even noticed his absence. Upon second glance of the molly he winced, she had a lot more scars than he had remembered her with, "What..Happened?" Marshpaw inquired trying not to be rube but he couldn't help but stare.

Marshpaw

He noticed the change in subject though he thought of changing the subject off of what she chose to talk about, his ears flicked back and he glanced away from the deputy. "Uh.. Family issues.." Marshpaw mumbled, not too sure how to explain his reason for leaving. Because he felt unwanted? Because he felt as those he was being replaced? The dark tom shook his head, "I made stupid choices, I think." His green optics returned upon Nightgaze, still there was that burning curiosity and concern for what had happened in his absence. "Are you okay?" He couldn't leave the topic alone, not when she wore it so clearly especially with her missing peeper.

Marshpaw

His attention turned towards another voice, his tail stopped ticking at the sight of the tom. Marshpaw's eyes averted away from his adoptive brother, "Beekit.. How're you?" He didn't know how to react to him- He probably wrecked the kit's childhood. Would it have been better if he just let the kid live a lie though?

Marshpaw

A voice he knew well rang out calling his name, the tom's eyes widened and he braced himself for a beating but it never came. Instead he was put into a lock hold- Had his mother clung on a moment longer he probably would've been out of air. The dark tom offered a meek smile, Ravensong didn't seem angry or upset with him but rather relieved to see him back.. His green optics lowered sheepishly. "I'm sorry for all the stuff I had said back then.." Marshpaw mumbled his apology.

Marshpaw

Returned and welcomed, now he felt like a ghost of his former self. How had he been before his outburst..? He didn't even know. The dark furred tom made his way into the chilled water, he sucked in a deep breath at the feeling of the water seeping through his fur before continuing on. His paws naturally kept him afloat, paddling as he swam beneath the twoleg bridge just taking in the sights with his green eyes casted skyward to stare at the bright blue sky with barely a cloud in sight, it was beautiful. He soon started to tread in place as he stared at a rather large fish head bobbing up then disappearing, his optics narrowed upon it and he made his way out of the water, shaking his long fur out once his paws met shore. Marshpaw's eyes widen at the sight of a large fish trying to make its way up the waterfall, he raced to get as close as he could without getting into the water to watch the fish struggle to get into the water. It was definitely bigger than a kit, maybe even a young apprentice! If he could bring this back..

The tom's gaze flickered around before returning upon the prey that would soon be in an unlucky spot, how would he pull this off though? Marshpaw inched towards the edge, his claws digging into the earth and his other trying to reach out towards the large fish though it was just barely out of reach so he backed up. He knew it would be dangerous to jump in there but.. He was definitely stronger than a fish and if it had made its way this far.. He swallowed nervously before dipping a paw in, he could feel the strong current threaten to rip his paw out from under him but he remained sturdy so he place another then the other until all four were in and he was swimming against the current with his might- That wasn't enough. The dark furred tom was sweeped out over the waterfall just as soon has all his paws were in the water and he kicked off away from shore. A lone yowl ripped through his throat before he was gone over the fall.

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Gullkit

He had been found along with his siblings- Where were his siblings? Panick began to bubble up inside the chest of the young blue point. Did he dare set paw outside of the nursery? His face was something unnatural, he knew that.. Looking as if he had two faces merged onto his one head. His ears worked, two of his eyes at each side of his head worked as well the third one that sat in the middle was useless and just sonething for others to stare in disgust at. Gullkit gulped as his blue eyes flickered around, he had two muzzles both with working noses but only one had a mouth.. He could feel the stares of others when he ate. The tom struggled with his inner conflict, his heart beating rapidly before he finally stuck one paw out, then the other.. Soon enough he was greeted by the sun that shone over Riverclan's camp.

Gullkit

His working eyes flashed in alarm, his head turned to face the warrior.. Was he talking to him? The little tom's heart was thundering as he awaited a taunt that never came. Swallowing down some of his nerves the blue point closed one of his eyes as you looked at older tom though luckily enough he didn't have to speak as his sister cane to his aid. Gullkit released a shaky breath and nodded his head to confirm his identity.

Gullkit

On his back..? He opened up the eye he had closed and glanced to Finchkit, he watched her already prepping to mount the warrior. "A-Ah, alright." The blue point would make his way closer, though his depth perception was a bit off as he fumbled a bit, bumping into his sister. "C-Can I keep the cloud?" Gullkit inquired.

Gullkit

Small paws escape into the nipping cold of the night, a moon less sky with only the few scattered lights of the stars above. It was the only time he felt as though he could breath, when he could hold up his head with feeling the overwhelming eyes of his clanmates- Only just a kitten but already knowing the cruelty of differences. Gullkit paused just at the ring of water that surrounded the camp, his blue eyes squinting to see the skipping stones.. Though he wouldn't dare venture out so he sat. The young blue point flickering his gaze downwards to the water only to recoil at the sight of himself. Perhaps if he.. The kit turned his head trying to get that other face out of sight, but he knew it was still there.

// beewing --