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Fogkit ┃
shadowclan kit |
he/him |
7 moons |
albino
purrks;
kitty softpaws (inactive)
tags; -
Fogkit glowers from the shadows, his pale eyes blinking slowly at his adoptive mother. His chest burns with what feels like lightning, a swirling storm of unrecognizable emotions. Embarrassment? Anger? They churn in him, and he can barely grasp at it, so he just digs his claws into the dirt.
Tulipkit is an apprentice by now, huh? Fogkit sits up a little more straight. The first clear thought he’s had all day. His glare at the new apprentices falters for the moment. She must know he’s alive, right? Yes, Appledawn took care of that, right? Fogkit manages to swallow a lump in his throat. What would she think of him, not yet an apprentice despite his age?
At this rate, Fogkit will never be able to rescue her from the disgusting Riverclanners. The fish. Those who abandoned him, who even the whole forest hates! At least, that’s what he’s overheard…
Fogkit looks up from his paws. He will be patient. He will see Tulipkit at a Gathering someday. And by then… oh, he should get friends. Fogkit blinks slowly. If he has no friends by the Gathering, will Tulipkit respect him? She was always the sociable one… he thinks… Fogkit stiffens at the thought of his memory of Tulipkit fading. So he strangles it with all his might, to keep his memories in his mind as long as he can.
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(ooo edgy boi, open!)