Forcekit was maturing fast, and Rainlegs had even almost complained about how mature she was. It was quite true, she already had large goals to reach, an overprotective personality, and a strong value for family. She admired her mother from afar, but never got to actually talk to her, just see her around. She wanted to make sure she was okay, and no one was trying to hurt her, and most of all wanted to meet her own kin. Padding out into the dead grasses that were slowly greening at the dawn of spring, Forcekit came upon a small patch of flowers, trying to slowly pick them from their stems but instead her overly muscular paws squishing the delicate white petals. laying them aside with a sigh, she felt her eyes get wet and she squeezed them shut. She wasn't like the other she-kits, she knew it to. Her face also looked like it was split in half and taped back together again, half of it being a cream and half of it being tortoiseshell. What was wrong with her?
i'm not your toy ; private
- Forcekit
- Closed
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