◈ If Pigkit was anything, it was easily impressionable. When Ivorykit was kind, he followed suit and was as polite as he could be. When Rookkit smarted off to someone, he stood behind her and repeated those vile words to others. Either way, he loved his sisters, even if they were like night and day.
He adored his brothers, too. He followed them in their actions and adventures; they were all young and excitable, so whenever his brothers spoke of something new and exciting, he took their word for it.
His siblings were home. When he went out into the big scary world by himself, lost and wandering, he knew he could follow their voices back to the safety of the den.
On a quiet night, he trotted proudly through camp. In his mouth was… Something. It was small, and tasted odd, but it smelt lovely. One of his siblings would love it. Despite how excited he was to show off his plant, camp was cold and winter was biting— he shivered as a breeze picked up, and with a sneeze the small weed flew from his mouth. In a panic, he began pawing at the snow around him, searching and searching for it.