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[size=27pt]I'm waking up
I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my senses b l o w
I'm radioactive
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[font=trebuchet ms][size=10]OOC:
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[font=trebuchet ms][size=10][color=#0C3100]IC:
Wishkit let out a small sigh, one worthy of a kitten, as she gazed out at the beautiful emerald forest beyond the HawkClan camp. If only she could just graduate to the rank of apprentice, so she could run out into the lush woodlands and get away from the crowded, shadowy barriers of the camp. The forest seemed so free, so wild, compared to the enclosed spaces and cramped dens. If she could just turn six (moons, that is), she would be satisfied with her life.
Friends and family didn't comfort her, nor did she want them, and she didn't have dreams, just nightmares. No, freedom was the only thing that would make her feel good.
The Savannah kit's shocking gold gaze flickered down to the thick wall of brambles and twisted thorns that kept her inside the nursery. Why couldn't she just escape? Maybe, if she had some of those fancy superpowers like some of the other cats, she could tear through the vines with magically enhanced claws and break free. But no. She just had to be born powerless, just like everybody else.
Eh, whatever. She shook off her thoughts, glancing around the nursery to see if any other kits were around. Wishkit wasn't a huge fan of conversations, but compared to all of the boredom and silence of sitting alone in her den, she'd take being social any day.
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