ALL MY TROUBLES ON A BURNING PILE
The morning air would chill Venomkit to the bone. It would slice through his thick chocolate colored fur like a pair of claws reaching for his skin. Jade green orbs would be angled towards the sky, the dim lighting of the dawn sun shining off them like gemstones. Despite his normally dull and empty gaze his eyes did look quite beautiful in the sunlight. Not that he liked to brag. Yes he did. With long strides the kit would slip out of the nursery, fluffing up his thick coat of fur. With a loud yawn the kit would stretch and prepare himself for his day.
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