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Fishkit
7/10
The small kit huddled into the imposing leader’s warm fur. He vowed to himself that he’d have a fluffy pelt. Forever. He looked up into the warm blue eye of the leader. He always wondered how Pikestar lost his eye. His lip quivered. “Do you know where my mama is?” he whimpered, sadness clinging to his pelt. “One day she said she was going to explore and it’s been four days.” he took a shuddering breath. Maybe mama was out picking berries and got lost, or maybe she was helping a squirrel family move to a tree? “I really miss her.” he mewed, closing his eyes.


[ @canineantics - For some info, his mother died of greencough ]