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Fogkit
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shadowclan/riverclan kit |
he/him |
6 moons |
albino
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purrks;
kitty softpaws (inactive) |
tags; @
Lillith [Slytiger]
Fogkit buries himself in his bedding, as if to hide, but not really trying. His white fur, though dirtied a little, sticks out like a sore thumb. The kit absent-mindedly bats a little stone between his paws. It’s smooth, like it came from a river. He wonders where it came from.
Abruptly, Fogkit stands, shaking the bedding from his pelt. He kicks the rock away from the bedding and stands a few paces from it, staring down at it.
Then, Fogkit tries his best to get into an attack position before the pebble, as if about to attack it. He lowers his shoulders and raises his tail, staring at the rock as a snarl forms.
“
-No, that’s not right,” Fogkit huffs. He stands tall again and begins with figuring out where to put his paws. The kit digs his claws into the nursery ground as he thinks.