Grovekit
★ ThunderClan Kit ★ she/her ★ 3 moons ★
chatty • daydreamer • odd
Grovekit padded up to the fresh-kill pile to find something to eat. It was surprisingly plentiful considering it was the middle of leafbare, but Grovekit wasn't old enough to know any different. She sniffed at a thrush, then considered a small robin. She wasn't too much a fan of feathers. She moved it aside, then drew back in surprise as her nose touched on something icy cold.
Below the robin was a skinny mouse that was practically frozen solid. I wonder if it can still be eaten, Grovekit thought to herself. With a shrug, she picked up a shrew in her little jaws instead, and turned to move elsewhere. It wasn't her business.
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