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KITSU. ]
To Fallenheart's relief, the brown tabby kitten hadn't ignored him. That seemed to happen often these days - the warrior just being ignored. For what reason, the ghost tabby didn't know. He just fit in with the crowd, he supposed. The tomcat was normal. Disposable. A pawn to be played, but the one that would likely be sacrificed for the good of the larger game. For all the time that he spent near them, Fallenheart envied kittens just a bit. They were innocent and carefree in a way that older cats couldn't be. Bisonkit was the tomkit's name.
"I'm Fallenheart," the dark-furred feline returned. He watched curiously as Bisonkit bounced around.
"What are you doing?"