The muted sunlight filtered through the twined walls of the ThunderClan nursery. Blazekit slept, his fluffy white head rested on his tiny little paws. It had been only a single moon since the tiny little kit had found a home with ThunderClan, abandoned by his mother and left for dead. Muscles rippled under his fluffy kit-pelt when Blazekit stood up to survey his surroundings. Since his arrival, the other kits had mostly avoided him, fearing his strange scents and unpredictable temper. At first, he had been fine as a loner. But now, he wished that there was someone to talk to...
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