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Originally Posted by Tigress
A small grey she-kit limped into camp, her fur ragged and you could see her ribs under her fur. She looked around in awe. Where was she? This was a most beautiful place the kit had seen. She spotted a mother and her four kits. Oh how she longed for her mother, who had died moons ago. She slowly approached them. They looked friendly enough to trust, right? "Hello." She rasped to the mother, her voice cracking from the lack of water she could find to drink. "I'm looking for my father. Is this place a clan?"
She stared hopefully at the white cat with her amber eyes, waiting for her response.
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The queen's eyes widened. "Yes, yes, of course, come here little one," she cooed. Whitestep attempted to draw the kit closer. "What does your father look like?" The four kits looked on with wide, round eyes. Whitestep observed the kit's ragged look. Her pelt clung to her ribs and the outline of her bones was clear. Had this kit begin to wean yet? Or was she still drinking milk? Both outcomes were likely. The kit had no mother to feed off of and no pile to eat from. Until now. "Are you hungry? Ill send Owlkit off to fetch you some food," she offered. Owlkit puffed out her chest proudly.