[Spartan-117]

Originally Posted by poppy.

Ice blue eyes fixated on a small, lame kit as they limped through the clearing. The massive tomcat watched as the kitten picked up a mouse and, to his surprise, approached him. Archkit, that was what this kit was called. As the kit spoke, he kept a blank face. This kit didn't have parents. He had some sisters, that was the bare minimum of what Timberwolf knew. ''Nice to meet you, Archkit.'' He rumbled, a change from his usual response was to kits who approached him. It was warm. Or as warm as this cold, broken cat could be. ''I'm Timberwolf.'' Looking down at the scrap of a mouse the kit had brought him, he looked at the kit, a smile in his eyes but face still dull. ''I haven't earned the right to eat today, why don't you sit by me and enjoy it instead. If you're going to be a big strong warrior, you'll need to be strong.''

Archkit shakes their head. "I have already ate." The cat says slowly. "But thank you." They say, looking at Timberwolf's large paws. Archkit's breathing quickens slightly and they close their eyes. Large paws, large paws. Their face suddenly goes peaceful and the skinny cat looks up at Timberwolf. The small kit hates eye contact, but are willing to do it only if the cat they do it with is kind to them. "Now that I think about it... I want to be a strong warrior." They murmur and bite into the scrawny mouse.
'I do not think cats understand me as much as I wish they did, but I could learn to like some of the cats here. Cats like Timberwolf.' They think to themself.