-----> Within the darkness, a semblance of movement. To any creatue foolishly still awake past their bedtime, it'd seem impossible. Nothing could be seen in the shadows upon shadows. But still, a soft pad of tiny paws would ring mutely to only the most strained ears. A whisk of a tail, waving with exitement. An occasional flash of ivory, unmistakably sharp fangs pulled into a devilish grin. But most notably were her eyes. Somehow they glowed. A bright neon gold accompanied by a warm chocolate brown laced with a ring of brimstone. Unique eyes that could only be found on one individual within the Shadow Veil clan.
Her name was Ambrosiakit.
Darker than the night the girl stood in the middle of the massive room. One of the few still standing, she squinted in the dark as she turned her gaze around. Despite her lack of sight -or rather especially because of it- she imagined herself surrounded by the gazes of her clan-mates. Eyes wide with respect and adoration. Faces beaming with pride that their figurehead was so great. So honorable. So noble and strong.
Raising her chin, she puffed out her chest, loving in the adoration. She'd reach this place - that place. She'd make it big, make Lastbastion proud.
Prove herself to be more than just a kit.
More than just a bastard child.
She remembered when she found out.
When she had tried to practice her hunting skills, following her mother's scent. She had planned on pouncing on the female when, from the shadows. Listening to Nore, so happy and hopeful, a longing she'd never heard before in her voice. She wanted her own little family, she'd said. As if Ambi and Rainkit...hadn't...come from them.
Ambrosiakit remembered the confusion, an aching sting in her chest. She had run off then, and demanded the nearest elder for information.
What had happened during her birth?
Who were her moms?
Who was she?
The hugging and cuddling she had once enjoyed with her moms stopped. She looked at Nore more and more with distaste rather than love. She had raised Ambi, loved her, but she was not her daughter. She was not the 'complete' family Nore wanted.
And when that family was born? Eleven new competitions. Ambi lost one mom, she was...terrified...she'd lose another.
Standing now in the middle of the meeting room, basking in imaginary cheers and pride, she imagined Lastbastion padding to meet her. Touch her nose to her forehead. Telling her how proud she was.
" SPEECH "