[Neptune.]

Cinderkit
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4 moons || she/her || ShadowClan Kit
small black tabby with minimal white markings; amber eyes

Her foot hurts, it hurts a lot, but she'd stopped crying some time ago now, clutching the pinecone and clover she'd collected like her life depends on them - as far as she knows, it does. She was supposed to be safe, how could something have hurt her out in the territory? Something out there deliberately went against the warrior code just to hurt her. Was everything out there the same way? Were there things that could do that? Cinderpaw doesn't see how that's possible.

Regardless, she's brought into the medicine den by Mossy, momma's apprentice, and placed gently into a nest. She doesn't speak, her breath coming out in hiccoughing gasps, too worn out from sobbing to do much else and no more tears left to shed. Even if she wanted to, Cinderkit isn't sure she could speak right now, she'd just been put through a stressful event and it feels as though her brain isn't working. Silently, the small tabby curls around her trinkets, trying not to move her foot, as she waits for Mossy to make her feel better or for momma to come back.

[ @Fawn<3 - Mossfreckle // @Rose - Larkrise/viewing purposes ]