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Fogkit
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riverclan kit |
he/him |
5 moons |
albino
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purrks;
kitty softpaws (inactive) |
tags; @
Undertaker [Dawnstar], @
Lillith [Slytiger]
Fogkit puffs out his chest. He’s so tall! Fogkit leans over Dawnstar’s tail. Maybe he can… sleep here until the gathering ends. He glances at the shining stars of Silverpelt above. Has he ever stayed up this late?
He finally gets comfortable, only for Dawnstar’s to be ripped away from him as she stands. The white fluffball goes to grumble, but stops. No. The little kit puffs out his chest, jaw rigid.
A moon? A whole moon?? Fogkit takes a deep breath. The hot, stinging, gut churnin guilt rising up his spine and neck. He’s going to have to live with this for another moon.
“
Yes, ma’am.” Fogkit stands and begins to walk after her, a giant compared to him. Fogkit looks back at Slytiger, his dull blue eyes brightening a little.
“
And thank you, Slytiger,” Fogkit whispers. Then, he returns his attention to where he is going. Fogkit desperately doesn’t want to step in mud again.
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(apologies for low quality, i am VERY curious as to what will happen to fog heheheheh)