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Quackkit
THc kit. She/Her. 7 Moons
Sticky Pads
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It's TIME. Quackkit bounded herself over to the base of the Stormcrest as soon as she heard her name being called; fighting through what other weakness she got from the sickness. She was not waiting next meeting. Staying another moon as a kit would be a nightmare. If she can't have a proper kithood she at least wanted a proper apprenticeship; fatigue and lack of appetite be damned