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Originally Posted by fire ♡
@The Eye Of The Storm
@mapledash
@xxJaggededgexx
Bright were the eager eyes of the fluffy ginger kit as she sat on the dying grass. She'd only just found a small patch that was without the fluffy white snow. You'd thinking something new and fluffy like snow would entirely enthrall a kit of her age, but even though she was a mere three moons of age, Firekit highly disliked the cold precipitation.
As her pale blue-grey gaze wandered about the clearing, her eyes fell back down to her white paws, which nearly perfectly matched the snow that lay about the empty area of forest.
Directly in front of her fluffy paws lay a killed mouse, that lay untouched: except for the odd position of its broken neck. When Firekit had first started eating solids, she'd despised eating the prey. She'd be overwhelmed with pity for the creature's life, and its family.
But after the past moon, she'd come to the conclusion that prey such as the mouse before her were simply destined to be the clans' food. But that wasn't the reason she wasn't eating the mouse.
The reason, really, was simply that she wasn't hungry. She'd lost her appetite after hearing the story of the awful fire that's killed many and destroyed much of the clans. The horror of this more recent tale had given her a certain hatred for her name.
Of course, she'd been told several times that she was not, in fact, named after the devastation of the blaze. Firekit was named for her ginger pelt that resembled a flame. Finally, she looked up, blinking a few times as a small flake of snow landed on her small, pastel pink nose.
Shaking her head to clear away the flake, her eyes fell upon the forms of other cats, mingling and chatting. Firekit momentarily wondered if she'd make friends like that eventually. But after a moment of self pity, she went back to thinking of how truely lucky she was. |
Lampreykit joined her sister, her tawny-calico pelt shifting as she sat, her eyes wandered to her sister, "Hey, Firekit." She meowed, reluctantly.
Lamprey then started to ramble, hoping her sister wouldn't mind, but paused suddenly as she felt something underneath her paw, she turned it over, "A rock." She meowed, flipping it back over.
She then started to doze off.
(This is short, I apologize.)