[PEPPERMINT~]

Originally Posted by Lynxpaw

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The 7 moon old kit sat by the edge of the clearing, staring at her black and ginger tortoiseshell paws. Her parents had abandoned her. She had accepted the truth. But why did she let it take over? A painful emptiness was gnawing as the hole in her chest. They weren't looking for her. They had hated her, but Blackkit had though they would of been looking for her ... but it was all a lie. The molly's head has hung low, blue eyes full of misery, loss, pain, anger ... just so many horrible feelings. She raised her head, unable to find them upon Nightpaw. He was probably busy anyways. Maybe someone else would want to talk? About something ... anything really.

Nightpaw noticed Blackkit and wasn't sure what to do. She seemed so sad, but he didn't feel emotionally well enough to help her. Nightpaw wasn't exactly feeling amazing himself. He tried not to make eye contact, scared he might make her feel worse if they started a conversation