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Originally Posted by Bread
The tortoiseshell padded over to Flickerkit and sat down. He looked upset. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" She asked calmly as she bent down to groom his pelt. Amberglow had noticed it gradually that Flickerkit had been growing. He was becoming an older kit now. She knew the time was soon that he would be an apprentice and be less dependant on her, so she liked to cherish every moment.
// @Willowfern |
Sadness lingered in his gaze,
“W-will I be able to be an apprentice even with my... problems?” He motioned to his front which was a bit scratched up from him falling over.
“Will I?”