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Twigkit sat in his corner, tracing his leaf in the dirt. The leaf was the only thing he had to remind him of his mother... the rogue Tillie, who gave birth to him before leaving the poor kit on Clan territory. He sighed, and pulled the leaf out of the dirt to admire his work. Jagged claw marks traced where the leaf had been, and his sharp green gaze faded. He let the only memory of his parents swim in his head... a soft smile... a gentle tongue... and twolegs. Twolegs and blood. Twigkit's eyes flew open, and the small cream tom felt a tear fall onto his chest. With a small forepaw, he swiped it across his drawing, sending dirt flying into the air. His lip quivered, and he had to bite his tongue to keep himself from wailing aloud. [open]