You make it look like its' magic {O}

SALMONKIT ;;

-----> Salmonkit had never really given much thought to his appearance or future preferences in mates. He was a bully kid with soft but usually ruffled red and white fur and round eyes. Of course since he was still a kid he had a lot more growing into his looks to do, but at the moment he wasn’t bad looking- for a child. When it came to mateship though Sal drew a blank. He liked to boast that he was going to marry his frostbloom - you marry the girl you love the most, right?- but you couldn’t exactly be mates with a corpse so Sal was out of luck there. He was also still too young to understand romance and courtship so...yeah, no looking for him.

“ what’re we doing today? " Salmonkit asked, weaving his way through his standing-mother’s legs curiosity in his chestnut eyes.

" SPEECH "

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considering how much of his life had been robbed from the clan life of riverclan, he feels like a complete outcast among the strangers. his brother is the sole familiarity. but even with that, he finds a mixture of relief and fear of being utterly alone, that he could never compare to his brother. sure he may be a bit smarter than his sibling (but not as smart as shellkit), but smartness is nothing to the power of socializing skill and his brother is far superior in that than he himself could ever be. jealousy is not a known emotion that could be understood, but every time he glances at his brother who leaves his broken doll side from the medicine den, he feels lost, useless, a waste of broken fragile leaf clinging to the last strands of hope on a branch in a vicious storm. how could he even think of being an apprentice, when his leg is just a dangling mess? he knows that he could not become an apprentice like this, he does not think nightstar would even think of doing so. what could a three legged warrior do? especially when it seems like his injuries are not healing as they should be as the medics thought they would be.

his head lifts from the nest of softness that is his temporary bed in the sunlit den. salmonkit once again is not besides him, having gone off somewhere. a sigh as he tries to lift his whole body up, stumbling and falling into his face in the process of doing so. dumb leg! he thinks as he grunts, trying to regain his footing once again. this time it is barely successful as his legs quiver slightly. "b-brother?" the familiar call as he manages to reach barely to the entrance of the well carved out shelter, seeking for the russet coloured tom in the open environment. he is with someone, he thinks, as he spots him across the camp. that warrior is not too familiar to him, especially from afar. it is hard to see as one of his eye that had been harmed in the torture is still infected, reducing visibility to only one side.

he may recalls vixensong once or twice. never really knows much of any of his clanmates to be honest. and truthfully, she is not wrong about giving salmonkit a chance to have more fun and be away from negative things. after all he himself is not quite a pleasant company, a boring one, no doubt. he cannot play, he does not feel like doing much but just hover close to his brother if possible or just sleep the day away. the memories of the bloodhouse still tortures him and he still keeps a sense of wariness around each individual, doubting, not trusting any of them. the only one who had dared to come rescue him before salmonkit was that shadowclan apprentice. he'd owe his life even for her failed attempt of trying to save him because she cared for him when no one else did. even now, watching the duo riverclanners interact, even a small and short one, makes his stomach churn. tears are brimming in the corner of his eye. why? why must he be born to only suffer? why can't he be as smart as his sister or be as social as his brother?

he changes his mind about going out to his brother. his brother looks happier being with much better people anyway. turning with sad defeat, the ticked tabby limps back to his nest to collapse into a pile of sticked out furball of mess, a small sniffle to be heard as he settles in and closes his eyes in attempt to sleep and just forget everything about the world outside.

SALMONKIT ;;

-----> Sal was about to answer Vixensong when his ear snapped up. Glancing over his shoulder, he frowned when he saw his brother's skinny frame disappearing into the medicine den. Sal wasn't the smartest, but even he understood what just happened with a pained stab of guilt.

Of course he didn't find Swiftkit boring or useless. Even if all they could do together was sleep and one-sidedly chat on Sal's end; he found all that enjoyable nonetheless. Today, his only reason for leaving the den had been both because he wanted to spend time with his pseudo-mom and to give Swiftkit a break and sleep on his own. Still, to say those were the only reasons was incorrect. Sal was simply restless. Being an extrovert, he needed company and interaction even if he enjoyed sleeping and quiet.

Sal was gripped with shame because he'd so easily pushed his brother aside in taking care of his own needs.

" Erm...Maybe We can do the pelt grooming thing?" Sal suggested, looking back at Vixensong with a light smile, " And we can let Swiftkit join too!"

" SPEECH "

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