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Bunnykit
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Fearless ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
He/Him | Kit | 5 moons | Shadowclan
``Dont Wanna Take My Time! Dont Wanna Waste One Line!``

Purrks:
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So was this what being the son of Enforcers felt like? The lean, scarred kit's golden eyes focused solely on the leaf before him. Papa owls had taught him a few moves, aswell as how to dissect the mother that the wing behind his ear came from.

A flash of black and specks of gray zipped past, a big paw slamming down on the leaf with skilled acuity. "Ha! Take that thunderclan squirrel-brain!" He chattered, grinning as he shredded the leaf with a long claw. The lean kit's moons of being with parents who had forced him to be a distinct Predator, when they tried to kill him which lead to him spending another moon on his own. There was a method to his abilities. A reason for his skill. He had to be skilled, he had to survive, he didn't have a choice.
@rubberRatroom [sorry how late this isss!]