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January 29th, 2024, 06:17 PM
Howlingkit
She/Her [ for now ] | 1 moon
“i’ve cleaned enough houses to know how to cover up a scene”
One moment she was sleeping peacefully in the nursery with her siblings, and the next she is awoken in the star filled place where ghosts of the dead haunted. The kitten is alert, ears perked and thoughts rush through her mind. Had she been taken out by the blistering cold because no matter how warm her bundle of siblings were it wasn't enough for all 13 children. Howlingkit couldn't have died...no.. she was smarter than this...maybe? The grey kit isn't sure what this place even is, why is it so empty..? Lifeless?
The unsure idea of this place wasn't pleasant. The kitten is overwhelmed, no matter how she tried to hide it behind a persona of emotionless obedience. She looks around, eyes wide as tears rose from the ducts. Howlingkit is silent, aimlessly beginning to wander forwards. The plains of stars giving her no direction. The tears now spilling over the edge as she trips over something. The sense of dread grows as Howlingkit folds in on herself, silently, as she shakes from the sobs that now consume her. She didn't want to be here, she wanted to go home, she wanted her father.
The kitten is not met with comfort as a figure approach's her, no. Something much bitter was here to damage her even more. A harsh voice stabs her ears. "Well, well, look what the Larkfire dragged in...."
She/Her [ for now ] | 1 moon
“i’ve cleaned enough houses to know how to cover up a scene”
One moment she was sleeping peacefully in the nursery with her siblings, and the next she is awoken in the star filled place where ghosts of the dead haunted. The kitten is alert, ears perked and thoughts rush through her mind. Had she been taken out by the blistering cold because no matter how warm her bundle of siblings were it wasn't enough for all 13 children. Howlingkit couldn't have died...no.. she was smarter than this...maybe? The grey kit isn't sure what this place even is, why is it so empty..? Lifeless?
The unsure idea of this place wasn't pleasant. The kitten is overwhelmed, no matter how she tried to hide it behind a persona of emotionless obedience. She looks around, eyes wide as tears rose from the ducts. Howlingkit is silent, aimlessly beginning to wander forwards. The plains of stars giving her no direction. The tears now spilling over the edge as she trips over something. The sense of dread grows as Howlingkit folds in on herself, silently, as she shakes from the sobs that now consume her. She didn't want to be here, she wanted to go home, she wanted her father.
The kitten is not met with comfort as a figure approach's her, no. Something much bitter was here to damage her even more. A harsh voice stabs her ears. "Well, well, look what the Larkfire dragged in...."