IN YOUR EYES, NOT A THING, DEMISE — aloekit — riverclan — tags
water. everything on earth needs water in order to grow, in order to thrive. some things more so than others. some things less so. succulent plants were an example of a creature that thrived on just the right amount of water. to much, and their roots would die and they'd stop growing. to little and they'll curl up and wilt until they die. succulents were amazing little things, survivors, able to sprout again from a single cut leaf.
perhaps that was why aloekit had earned her name. she too couldn't tolerate to much water, trhived in the heat, healed herself and started anew.
but she'd never really know for sure. her mother was long gone, her father too. she could hardly remember them at this point, they were nothing more then distant mumbled voices that had c=given her a name. aloe. well, she was technically aloekit now, ever since she'd been abandoned near the border and taken in by the clan. she owed them, all of them, for taking her in. she wasn't like them, she didn't like the water, she wasn't playful and happy like the other kits, was't even strong or fast or even relatively skilled like the apprentices.
she was always just kind of, well, there. sitting there, watching, observing, unnoticed and forgotten most days and stared at or ignored on the rest. she was an odd child, never quite like the others, and that was why she didn't see herself as one of them. she was a riverclanner, sure, but she wasn't a kit. she wasn't a fish, she was a plant, one that needed sun and shade and only an occasional flooding of water. she wasn't like them, and she never would be.
and that was why, instead of joining in on the loud games the other npc kits were playing, aloekit could be found laying in the sand, her silver pelt saoking up the sun as observent eyes took in her surroundings.
"speech."
Sun-bathing. Sun. Sunkit! Her green eyes looked over at the two kits who used the word sun. Sunbathing didn't sound like a very tough warrior name. The feline rolled a pebble under her paw as she was a little nervous to go over and talk to them. Be brave. But how was she suppose to be brave when those kits seemed so cool and she was so... eh? Swallowing her feelings, she left the pebble to bake in the sun and she made her way over. Trying to slap on some brave face before she relaized she had nothing to say to them. Opening and closing her mouth as every word she thought of never got the chance to breathe, before she finally lets out a word,