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Originally Posted by Chameleon
@ JaxenAmethyst
Dungkit scowled at his body that didn't look pretty, he was half bald," Ugh..I'm so ugly, I'll never survive apprenticehood, the moons of being bullied."
Elmkit glanced at Dungkit," Uhh...I think....no..." he was quiet again and looked away. |
Shadowstorm smiled, affection plastered all over her face. "Dungkit. If anyone says that, tell me, and I'll attempt to have a civilized conversation with them." The dark grey queen used to be a well-honored warrior, but now that she has Elmkit and Dungkit, her focus and priority has been on them. She isn't protective over just her friends anymore, it's her kits. She turned to face Elmkit. "You're not going to talk much are you?" A small glint of laughter escaped her vocal cords. "Oh trust me. When you're older and much more comfortable, you'll begin to do more than just whisper. You'll have... a true voice, one that stands out, one that can make a difference." She's heard those words before, and gladly repeated them. She didn't mind that she was turning into her mother. With being the runt of the litter and the quietest as a kit, her mother would say that everytime. And everytime, her mother knew that the dark grey she-cat was feeling down. She should feel lucky that she had 2, and not 6, as her mother did. Shadowstorm wrapped her tail around her kits, and licked between their ears. "You'll both be the best warriors ShadowClan could imagine." She glanced at the Nursery entrance. "Now, go and play, you two."