WindClan Nursery

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Laurelkit

windclan kit
she / her
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⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Inverted Devil ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

✥ Marbled tail flicked dangerously, so akin to the whips that should be entertaining her as plebeians tried to prove themselves against archaic felines which bested them in all but complete idolised intelligence, Laurelkit was bored… plain and simple… she didn’t feel the best and she was tired of sitting sharing the attention of all her siblings day in and day out, it was time for the Imperatrix to take her thrown once more and her empire mind was full of chattering court coup d'états against the authority which kept the little oriental within the confines of the camp. Oceanic and verdant hues took one world outside the woven bramble walls with piqued curiosity, moon after moon was growing tired, she clearly deserved to slip into the freedom of apprenticeship but would that mean momma fires wouldn't love her as much anymore since the others would be there and she would be…

[ horrid activity post but Laurel you don’t get to go missing ]