[Tundra]

Attempting to go through most of the rp without him talking
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Palm let out a frightened squeak and pressed against the wall.
He opened his jaws to speak,
but nothing came out. He pressed his ears against his head and squealed in horror. He shook his head and crouched there. He didn't wanna die yet. He still had a life to live! Palm knew there was only one thing he could do. Run.
The kit jumped to his paws and darted out of the den, squealing loudly.
Palm ran underneath the cats and ran for the entrance. He glanced over his shoulder and kept running. He let out a mew of alarm as he tripped over a stone and crashed to the ground. He stared at the cats for a brief moment,
then got up and continued the dash. He jumped over a rock laying in the clearing. He just needed to get away from these cats. His stomach growled from hunger, and his mouth was dry from thirst. He scampered past a small puddle and stopped. He knew he shouldn't... But... One sip wouldn't hurt, would it? The kitten walked to the puddle and began lapping up some water.