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[size=8][color=#bff8ff]❋ ❋ [abbr=Ask before kill, minor wounds okay, free to be captured]❋[/abbr] [abbr=Main account]❋
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Rootkit was laying down in some grass in the side of camp, his legs hurt from standing so much in his new form. It was actually nice to relax for a bit, after he finally got situated. He stretched his wings once before nuzzling down, planning to sleep. Though at his position the sun constantly in his eyes, he had to have chosen suck a spot, but he was too lazy to move. The other just raised his wing in an attempt to block the sun. At this rate he wasn't going to be able to sleep.
As the kit was trying to figure out a way to rest, a white feather fell in front of him. First off he though it was his own, but it didn't look like one of his. Rootkit's now brown eyes turned to look at the small flock of birds that flew by. His heart sank, he had yet attempted to fly himself. He didn't even want to try, ever getting stuck in a tree for climbing for a dare he'd be terrified of heights. Who would blame him? No kit wants to be stuck up that height.
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