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Re: Hidden Dangers [ThunderClan Poison Lesson]
Kestrelkit
medium-furred, gray-and-orange calico molly with heterochromatic green-and-blue eyes
purrks: n/a
she/her | thc kit | 1 moon
Kestrelkit’s mismatched eyes blinked slowly, the soft swirl of frost in the air settling around her like a veil. The cold bit at her nose, but she didn’t move from her perch near the nursery. She had been deep in her world of curiosity, enchanted by the sparkling snow and the feather she had just let flutter away, when Wolfhawk’s booming voice tore through the camp. Her ears perked sharply at the sound, the deep, rumbling timbre of his words carrying a weight that seemed to settle over the entire clearing. "Poisons?" she whispered to herself, her small voice barely audible against the winter's hush. The word was unfamiliar, strange, and carried an edge that made her shiver. It wasn’t the cold that sent the prickle through her fur this time, but something else—something that whispered danger in a way her young mind couldn’t quite grasp. Her curiosity burned brighter than her uncertainty, and without thinking, she found herself padding hesitantly toward the gathering crowd. The ground beneath her paws was still new to her—cold, uneven, and littered with tiny shards of ice that stung her soft pads. She stumbled a little, her paws catching in the fresh snow, but she pressed on, her eyes fixed on Wolfhawk’s imposing figure. He was like a giant to her, a dark blur of fur against the pale backdrop of the camp, his voice carrying the kind of authority that even her tiny heart recognized as important. His fur puffed out against the chill, and even though he was lying down, he seemed larger than life, like an ancient tree weathered by moons of storms but still standing tall.
Kestrelkit hesitated at the edge of the group, her tricolored fur fluffed against the cold as she peered up at him. The word he had used—poisons—echoed in her mind, tangled with the other fragments of that she coincidentally thought about often. What did it mean? Was it something dangerous? Something bad? She didn't know, but perhaps Wolfy would be able to explain it to her?
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