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    Skidding to a halt, the small kitten realized how early it was. The morning sun was barely beginning to peek up over the horizon, turning the blackened sky a pale shade of lilac around the edges. Shuffling and wiping at her face, she watched the sunrise for a while, small body shivering slightly in the cold, as her feathery coat of fur still wasn't entirely grown in yet, being that she was only three months old.


    Her small frame was all skin and bones and fur, despite how much she tended to eat. She didn't know why she was like this. She was just weird. In fact, most of her litter mates were weird in someway. Scullcapkit couldn't talk, sheokit didn't even have a proper clan name... And she was tiny and nothing more than a crybaby. There was so much for the child to hate about herself, and she decided to change herself as much as possible, even if it meant lying about who she was; just so long as people stopped calling her weird. She would show those NPC kits they were the cry baby's, not her!


    As her thoughts became more structured and the sun rose high enough to wake up the clan, she quickly groomed her fur, making herself look neat for the day. She curried back to sit near the entrance of the nursery, hoping to play off the fact she had been outside all night. No one could know about her nightmares, not ever. Well, Palemoon had already seen her have her first one, but she never had to know they were a regular occurrence. She would find a way around these dreams someday, but for now she would keep them locked away inside her.


    A bright smile in her features and her pelt groomed for perfection, she was ready for the day. She was ready to make friends. Ready to create a new version of herself.


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    [font=arial][size=8][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: ; text-align: justify; width: 350px;]Though she didn't know why or how the petite blue and white tabby understood that Palemoon had become unable to produce milk. This being said Mallowkit always was very perceptive, her mind took in knowledge with relative ease and coupled with her observant and cognitive nature it was easy to see the small she-cat understood more than most her age should. Perhaps this is why she was still at ease her mother, being able to understand her situation.


    Of course this also meant she was curious of who their father was and pressed the most of the subject, understanding he wasn't in the picture and wanting to know how or why that was. Was he dead? Was he a bad person like the stories of the cats in twolegplace her clanmates told so much? Mom didn't seem to hate them so she wondered why everyone else did.


    Soft amber eyes lost in thought the little she-kit perked up when she saw her sister and smiled cheerily, "Morning sis!"


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    [i]Drop... Drop... Drop...






    The injury she had recently taken on upon her shoulder screamed in agony as she twisted her frame to a sitting position to examine it for a moment. There was no cut, infact, it was rather simple. It was a bone contusion she had received a few days ago when she nearly drowned. The skin under her pelt was bruised and swollen, painful. And she had yet to get it checked up on.




    Maybe she refused to go see Alice simply because she was independent and another half told her that it wasn't too bad, it would heal on it's own. However, the pain had only gotten worse over the several days. It was nothing bad, really.




    Lapping a tongue over her chest, Cougartail heaved herself to her paws before exiting the Warrior's den and immediately the lilac sky had caught her attention. Only moments later the Warrior caught sight of the two kits whom she had yet to strike a conversation with, none the less meet them!




    Interested, the sandy pelted female padded over, cursing silently under her breath at her shoulder before Cougartail had greeted the pair with a delicate smile. [b]"Greetings you two."






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    [fancypost borderwidth=0;height:350px;width:540px;color:white;font-size:8pt;overflow:auto;text-align:left;margin-right:-35px;]"hi, raspberrykit, mallowkit, cougartail. what're you doing?" the young tortoiseshell purred, padding up to the three. oddly, the kit didn't seem as though she'd had quite the amount of sleep she could've, and didn't seem as bouncy as most kits.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][color=white][size=6pt]crafted with love by wingless - be wary of the hidden scrollies

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    Pansykit seemed a lot larger then the other kits, and a lot different. Never the less, she padded up, smiling as she gave a nod to the two other kits, wrapping her tortie tail around her dainty paws.
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