Posts by Stagkit

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  • THE A TEAM-open-

    Stagkit hiccuped and gasped for air, all the while not daring to look at Gorsekit, or anybody for that matter, because he might burst into tears again. "I-I-It's n-n-n-n-not y-you, I s-s-said!" he stutter-hissed at Elliekit, nerves set on fire because she was crying too. It wasn't all about her, thought the hypocrite who was thinking the exact same thing about himself. He cast an annoyed glare towards Finalkit, a glare so annoyed that the fire of the annoyance would consume a thousand stars before it ever reached anger. He opened his mouth to speak, but then thought better of it. In a fit of jealousy and blinded rage, he uttered one last sentence, "Y-You're n-n-n-not ev-ever g-g-gonna g-g-get h-h-him to ap-apologize.", before limping off the thread.

  • When Love Starts To Die || HERB MENTORING

    Stagkit didn't know herbs. He straggled over, steering clear of Elliekit, but he took a slight interest in them. If he couldn't be a fighter, he might as well be a healer to take the place. But what a waste! He was taller and stronger the other kits, and would've been faster if the blasted fall hadn't nearly killed him! And to be out on the sidelines, healing his comrades while they went out and fought! But he was in ShadowClan, and he had a duty to do anyway, being born there. Maybe he could find out a way to set his leg together again.

  • I DON'T LOVE YOU BABY (open)

    Unlike Elliekit, Stagkit didn't want Gorsekit to come home. His feelings for Ellie were ruined by his outburst at her song, and he was pretty sure she didn't like him either. Nevertheless, he limped over towards the she-kitten, watching her lifeblood dribble down her nose. He didn't have any powers. He wanted some though, to make up for his leg. Anything he could do. "Are you okay?" he murmured, tilting his head ever so slightly. He would have felt sorry for her if he didn't feel so sorry for himself.

  • now {private} now

    Stagkit was morosely sitting in a river, letting the cool rush sweep over his leg, putting a little feeling (other than pain) back into it again. It also lessened the pain he didn't know how. He usually didn't like water, but he stumbled upon this little stream, and couldn't help admiring it. The water was crystal clear, and all the little fish and stones at the bottom were so cute. Of course, he probably polluted it by sitting in it, but oh well. Nature hadn't treated him good, might as well not treat nature as well.

  • Snow is falling [open] they said rain

    "Wow." Stagkit murmured, stumbling over to Rookfeather, his eyes wide and worried. Being only five months old, he was rather unused to snow. "What is this?" he questioned, glancing side to side. A flake landed on his nose, before melting away in response to its heat. "Some weird rain?" He was napping in a corner, when a cold, blustery wind hit it up. A plastic bag blew into his face, and thus, he decided not to take a nap. Then it started snowing. Stupid hard rain.

  • I AM ARMED WITH W E A P O N S | MEETING

    Stagkit silently nodded from his corner, not having the strength to drag himself over to the meeting. He ran all this information through his head, passing it through his approval station and his comprehension checkpoint. they all cleared. He shrugged to himself. He was surprised that Marionettes were being bumped to war tacticians. The name didn't suggest their position, after all. He didn't suppose he'd ever get to Marionette, with his asshole leg, or even an apprentice. No one would be willing to mentor a crippled cat. And he couldn't exactly learn by himself, could he?

  • SHOT THROUGH THE HEART | OPEN

    Mm. Stagkit couldn't say that he was happy at the other's obvious strain on emotions and physical capabilities, but he couldn't say that he was sorry for her. He blinked, not knowing what to say since he accidentally limped into the wrong room. He staggered over to them all, wondering what he should say. He came up with nothing. "Can I do anything for you?" was what he decided on, and thus he said it.