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Originally Posted by Fierceclaw
~Smokepaw~ Smokepaw was sitting in the clearing, looking down at his paws. He wanted to hang out with a kit but felt that the nursery was a bit gloomy to go inside.
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Skullkit found himself shaking, trembling, quivering. Everything in his body was hot or cold, no inbetween. Anyone giving the kitten the time of day would think he was a dying newborn; but he wasn't. Four moons he had clawed himself out of the brink of death and four moons he had survived. His icey blue eyes - the same as his fathers - narrowed when they spotted Smokepaw.
"You... wanna play something?" Skullkit mumbled, shuffling closer on shakey legs.