[Tick Kit]
[Purrks-
Bewitched/Constant Hunger-no others yet]
[He Him] - [Shadowclan Kit] - [3 Moons]
Tick Kit was curled within his cozy little nest, well, the nest was actually so huge! He could roll around in it and everything! He wasn’t sleeping, no no, sleeping was for kitties who go out and play! And the only playing Tick Kit did was out in the icky territory with mother and his kin. He didn’t talk to Father much, but he always talked to Mother! She was scary, but nice. Squirming around in the nest he pawed at the moss, moss was so odd. Where did it come from? Maybe Mother would know, Mother knew everything, she knew where the funny tasting food came from, she knew why the sky sometimes was grey but TickKit used to think something else. (He thought it was because sometimes the sky got sad!) mother also always knew the best way to leave camp, and how to eat without choking (which had only happened once). Clearly, if that wasn’t proof mother knew everything he didn’t know what proof was! Tick Kit blinked, he’d gotten to daydreaming again. Sighing he squirmed around the moss nest some more, moss was so soft and cozy. He’s going to stay in this nest forever! He couldn’t imagine yearning for the outside like other kittens sometimes did or getting ip to ‘mischief’. This was because Mother taught him better then that, maybe Mother should teach all the kits how to behave? Maybe then, they wouldn’t all be disappointing! Tick Kit paused for a moment, there was this feeling that wasn’t there before.Something gnawing on the inside out, but it wasn’t painful he just felt.. hungry. Maybe he should go ask mother for some food! That’ll soothe his tummy for sure!
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• She/Her • Queen • No Purrks Her kittens were small and stupid, the kittens around her were smaller and stupider. She hated kits. A queen who hates kits? ‘But why would she have them in the first place!’ Because that queen had to continue her bloodline somehow, and no one else in the family was going to anytime soon. If anything the mangy loners she left behind should be thanking her, her kits wouldn’t have horrible memories of being alone and cold out there and so desperate. Only she would. Right now the little ginger blob she called Tick was squirming around in the moss, she watched with mild boredom in her eyes. She was originally under the belief that, perhaps her kittens would grow brains quicker then the rest but the only one showing promise of such was scarlet, her prized daughter of whom she was very proud of. All the brains and brawn seemed to have only moved to one kit. Lunar kit was okay, Tick Kit was peculiar and Scarlet was perfect, that sounded about right to her. Shadowclan wasn’t heartless as many believed, and she wasn’t heartless as some believed. She adored each one of her furball kits as much as any queen should, that’s how it’s meant to be anyhow.
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