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Phoenix Fire
“It’s okay,” Barkkit mewed a bit quietly. She didn’t talk a lot at times, but it was nice interacting with a fellow kit that wasn’t one of her siblings. At his question, she perked up a bit. One of her overgrown canines snagged at the corner of her mouth, tearing it, and a tiny bead of blood trickled down. Quickly, Barkkit licked it up, and it was as though the wound was never there. This happened all the time.
”I think you might be referring to Sootstar,” Barkkit mewed, shifting her own brown paws.
“The leader.” The corner of her mouth still stung a bit.