-- alone in a crowd. [open!]

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    Aquila dug his tiny claws into the ground and stared blankly into the distance. Since their arrival in WindClan a few days ago, he and his two brothers had put on plenty of weight, beginning to appear more like the senior kittens they were and less like oversized, starving, dirty rats. Aloysius and Aurelian slept on either side of him, snuggled safely within the land of dreams, but here he was, forced to remain awake. His thoughts lingered on their sisters. The sisters that should have been there with him, the sisters that hadn’t deserved death.


    With a quiet sigh, he nestled his head in his paws and tried to block out the pain that came from losing one’s parents and all four sisters within the space of a moon or so. It hurt like h*ll. The cats who had lived here forever were lucky. Maybe they would be lucky one day, he reminded himself. Just not today.

    Amarakit looked over at Aquila curiously. Her blue eyes sparkled with at the opportunity to make a new friend. The little kit stood up on shaky legs and wobbled over to the edge of her nest. The small Windclan kit looked over at him and his brothers.