. ݁₊✧⋆. — ❝ sing, little bird, sing even as blood fills your throat ❞ ༉˚₊‧ foreword from lynn! <3 hello and welcome to the gilded cage litter's finding roleplay, angel's apricity !! i'm so very excited, this is my golden girl and she's having CHILDREN oh my goodness... fly my little dove fly eueueueue...... thank you so so much to everyone who was part of the process of making this wonderful litter come to life! we're finally in the home stretch, and i'm so very excited to share with all of you the beginnings of the lives of brother and sister, whimsykit and wildwoodkit! back to the gilded cage litter > https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1206995074/ "im so happy and filled with whimsy that i could run outside touch grass and prance through the wildwoods hand in hand with you guys" — jun. me too, me too jun. ALSO TYTYTYSM FOR THE BEAUTIFUL THUMBNAIL EUEUUEUEE ILY! . ݁₊✧⋆. — ❝ a tune for your heart, your soul serenade your own heartbreak ❞ ༉˚₊‧ invitees ~ parablecrown (@cloudedparables) ~ whimsykit (@r-ever-ie) ~ wildwoodkit (@animaljammers48) ༉˚₊‧ order THREAD 1 ✧ a bloody angel's embrace parablecrown, whimsykit, wildwoodkit ~ in which, with their mother gone, the two angels wake up to the tang of blood in the air and a she-cat with blood and tears seeping into her paws, preening their feathers. THREAD 2 (opt.) ✧ weaving stars into your fur parablecrown, wildwoodkit, whimsykit ~ in which, after being brought to 'home', the angel teaches brother how to braid stars into the fur of his sister, and gives them both new titles to cherish. (DISCLAIMER: if one member hasn't responded in two days, the next person may go ahead and respond first!) . ݁₊✧⋆. — ❝ and don't stop, don't ever stop until you know what love is ❞ ༉˚₊‧ litter backstory ~ small, helpless, but free, the two kittens hadn’t always been named whimsykit and wildwoodkit, nor did they live in the kingdom that is windclan. once, they were free birds in the meadows and copses of loner territory, with a loving mother. until they were about three moons old, where an unknown creature, a big bad wolf, you could say, attacked their mother. the feline dragged herself home to her angels, not wanting to leave them alone in this cruel world, but her wounds were too great. ~ parablecrown wandered loner territory far too often. so perhaps it was fate when the sharp tang blood in the air took her on a detour and to the side of a dying mother. she wasn’t good at empathy. but she found herself sitting with the feline quietly, after doing what she could to treat her wounds, understanding the severity of the situation. this cat wasn’t going to make it. the cat, who called herself ‘FAYE’, used the last of her strength to talk to her — to this stranger who sat with her at her deathbed like a friend, and parablecrown had felt… warm. ~ then she died, and a pit opened up in parablecrown’s stomach. death was common, of course, but she had never sat by its side. the she-cat had kits, two sleeping bundles who hadn’t awoken the entire time their mother was bleeding into their soft fur, cradling them with her dying breath. and so, parablecrown took them into her paws and carefully cleaned the blood off of them. that was all she was going to do, she told herself. ~ except she felt something ugly and painful called empathy, and she realized she couldn’t leave them alone. ༉˚₊‧ credits <3 ~ song is francis forever by mitski my queen ~ art by ~ litter hosted by ݁₊✧ welcome, to an angel's apricity !! <3
