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    [justify]The only thing the kit wanted right now was his mother. But that would not happen. No, the reason why he had been left here to die was all because of his mother. She had carried and dropped him here. She didn't say a word, she had just walked away. He was almost certain he would never see her again. Swallowing a silent whimper, the silver fox kit tried to stand on all four paws but let out a painful hiss as he put pressure on his right front leg. It was broken and his mother had abandoned him for it.


    Sighing, Milkkit glanced around, his nose sniffing the air intently. He could go nowhere and do nothing. He might as well be getting used to his surroundings. Sitting down, he held his broken leg above the ground, holding back tears in his eyes at his current situation.[/justify]

    [justify]The sudden of appearance of the others animals startled the silver fox kit at first but he ultimately allowed the one to put him on her back. At her question, he longed so much to speak, use a voice he had never had. He was mute, born without a voice and forced to remain in that state. Good thing he had found an alternative.


    Carefully, he conjugated a small notepad and a pen and quickly wrote something out on it. Making the pen disappear, he held the notepad in his jaws, hoping the others knew how to read, otherwise, he would be screwed. "Hello. I'm Milkkit. And what do you mean join? Join what?" it read. All the while, he held his broken leg above the ground and wore a small smile, a little bit unsure about his current situation to begin with.[/justify]