[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; font:50px new times roman; letter-spacing:0px; text-align:center; margin-bottom:-28px][size=65px][color=white][color=#2ECCFA]Timekit[/fancypost]
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; font:18px georgia; letter-spacing:3px; text-align:center; margin-top:5px; margin-bottom:-10px;][color=white]Kitten of tidalclan[/fancypost]
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px black solid; width: 400px; font-family: ; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 400px; height: 240px; cursor: url("http://cur.cursors-4u.net/nature/nat-8/nat738.cur"), auto;][color=#2ECCFA][size=8][font=georgia]I want to go back.. the runt of the litter thought to herself farthest from her mother. She wanted wanted to see the color black again, not grey and white and colors all around. What do I do? the kit had no idea how she should act, and while for the other kits there personalities came as natural to them as breathing itself. She felt like a husk, a shell, she felt like her insides were empty and the only thing that differed her from the rest of the cats was her pelt.
She decided to copy her siblings, it was the perfect way to survive, copy how they were acting sweet little bundles of joy, that was only way she could make it through this world. She heard them squealing for milk she did the same, her voice high pitched and slightly off cue. She crawled towards red she smelled warm, it was the closest thing she had to trust yet.
She suckled the milk and closed her eyes, she remembered being in that dark place i felt like I was floating she thought to herself bringing a small smile to her tiny mouth. She still had no idea what her personality would be, would she be intelegent, loud, shy, sweet, yes sweet and outgoing that would have to do for now at least, she would try that out first then another personality and see what would be the best way to survive. Still the kit thought none of her own true personality just mimicking the world around her like a paper doll.
(c) wishy
