[Rose]

Bluetkit
She/Her

Bluetkit didn't know when she'd stopped watching. Stopped watching, stopped caring, stopped... hoping. It'd just... happened, and then after that, Bluetkit hadn't looked back. Only forward, where nothing and no one could abandoned her, could hurt her. She hadn't always been like this, so morose and pensive. No, Bluetkit had been one of StarClan's liveliest kits, swearing to get her naming ceremony (she wanted to be a Bluetpaw, damn it all to hell!), and eventually StarClan's very own leader!, but day after day had flitted by, and Bluetkit had been denied over and over again by adults who chuckled at her and shook their heads with pity in their eyes.

Every time, she was turned down, and slowly, her relentlessly positive attitude had dwindled into... this. Moping. Not belonging. Why? Because her father was gone. Her dead mother had never visited her. Her adoptive mother had disappeared. Her dead brother - Archkit - was nowhere to be found. Who knew where Bluekit was? And Crowpaw... Crowpaw had been gone too. Until by chance, she'd peered through a veil and seen her brother. In camp again, in her sights once more.

It made something in Bluetkit's heart lurch with longing. A wanting to be missed, to be required, to be needed, to belong to someone in any way possible. She didn't care for specifics. Hell, she'd happily take scraps of anyone's love. It was hope that bloomed in her heart then, and then quick on it's heels came insecurity. What if he didn't want her? What if he didn't need her? What if a year's gap was far too much time and he'd forgotten her? (Tiny as she was, Bluetkit was due to turn twelve moons in a couple days. Her! Twelve moons! She could have been a warrior by now if... if she hadn't died.) So many what if's. So many if's.

Now, Bluet-not-so-kit (she had long since passed the kit age, and if someone asked her, she ought to be given a warrior name) could hardly believe her eyes as her cornflower-blue hues tracked the familiar gait of her earthen brother across... a dream. If this monstrosity of a nightmare could be called that. Swallowing roughly, Bluetkit remained in the shadows, uncertain whether to intrude or not. In the end, Bluetkit didn't need to think about it - because her paws carried her right into Crowpaw's path without needing prompting, her jaw set, her mind unable to come up with any words to say.

How did one greet their long lost older brother?

entry #12
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