☆| [Closed] Steve's Lava Chickens - A TSS Litter |☆

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!! WARNING !! This project features bright flashes and loud noises. If these bother you, please just look inside for the designs! ◈ ━━━━━━ ⸙ ━━━━━━ ◈ Hello, and welcome to Snowwrath's first litter! Despite the rather unserious nature of this project and litter, these three kits all have a unique story to tell, and fun plots to explore. Care to take a look? This litter closes on September 8th with results on September 9th ◈ ━━━━━━ ⸙ ━━━━━━ ◈ A cold-hearted warrior who doesn't belong. A lone hybrid survivor, cast in her mother's shadow. A pair of feathered kits, saved from an inevitable demise in an act of bravery. All brought together in a twist of fate. What will their futures hold? Fire-lily was the lone survivor of their litter, littermates passing at birth, and normal cat mother left dead from the strain of bearing the hybrid kits. Upon traveling to the Barren Lands, Snowwrath fell upon the unfortunate scene. Internally her belief was that everyone had passed. That was until she noticed a small shift in a sickly, three-legged kitten. Without a second thought the falconclan warrior scooped up the kit and brought her home, taking her under her wing as something Snow never thought she would claim: a daughter. Yet plagued by the thoughts of that kitten's family left amongst the dunes, Snowwrath would return back to that fateful place and give that mother and her kits a final burial. On her way back, though, it seemed she had been thanked for this act of kindness in a unique way. She would find three kits- one already deceased, one hiding, and one already wounded and weak as it faced off against a predator in the edges of Falconclan's territory. No parents in sight. They had been abandoned, left for dead. Now one laid dead as a glimmering golden falconcat diverted the attention of their attacker, willing to sacrifice himself to ensure the safety of his brother. Upon her arrival Snowwrath would chase off this beast and swiftly grab the two living kits to rush them to receive medical care in the clan. They would both survive, and she would learn their names. Fireflykit, named for his iridescent feathers that seemed to shine like a firefly's glow. And Flintkit, named after their father Steel, who had long since been gone from their lives before their mother abandoned them. Snow would take these names of her two new sons as inspiration for a name to give that hybrid she had found. Thus she would be named Fire-lilykit, showing how she rose from the ashes of her unfortunate beginnings and found a place to belong. Three little embers to warm her cold heart. Three stories to be told. ◈ ━━━━━━ ⸙ ━━━━━━ ◈ FIRE-LILYKIT - 1 MOON - AFAB Vibrant like a phoenix, Fire-lilykit is as bright and fiery as her pelt. Her fur is tones of warm browns and cream that dance in swirling stripes, accented with jagged lightning bolt streaks of gold all across her flank. While her feathers might be a bit more sporadic than the average falconcat, they’re just as eye catching, vibrant blended together shades of warm reds, yellows, and oranges flecked and striped with lighter tones. Her eyes are a bright and cheery shade of ambery yellow, just as fiery as she is. Research required: missing leg [PRECLAIMED BY ] FIREFLYKIT - 3 MOONS - AMAB (closed) Rambunctious and all too ready to throw his own self preservation to the side, Fireflykit is as dazzling in demeanor as his namesake pelt. His fur is sooty shades of black and gray, with points of pale cool gray on his face, underbelly, and paws. Most eye catching are his shimmery feathers, which fade from a deep ruddy tone to golden yellow shades, and pale sunshine yellow at their brightest. His eye holds a similar yellow golden shimmer, always glimmering with a rambunctious energy. A rather jagged scar runs across the entirety of the right side of his face, having been maimed rather severely and losing his eye in the process after being attacked by a predator. Research required: half blindness FLINTKIT - 3 MOONS - AMAB Stocky for a kit his age, and already bearing a rather impressive beard, Flintkit has the air of a much older cat about him. With a pelt mostly of faded browns that is accented with bits of muddy brown and cream dotting his face, underbelly, and extremities. The feathers around his head bear a similar dark brown to his paws, but those that fall across his back and shoulders bear the most vibrant shades of blue, bright as the sky itself, that fade to a warm gray. These feathers are blotched with blocky patches of white akin to scattered clouds, and those around his shoulder fade into a lively grassy green. His warm and earthy eyes always seem to hold some deeper wisdom. Or perhaps he’s just thinking about digging again.