Dusk ' Kit
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| 4 moons - He / Him ?? - WC Kit - Purrks: - Post: 16 |
- a lean tom with a brown pelt, tan markings and yellow eyes -
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It'd been a good few minutes since they announced the fires, and DuskKit had been fine, he'd been
fine. I mean, like, there was nothing to worry about. The warriors had it under control- the apprentices and the older cats.. they knew what they were doing.
Dusk was just a kit, he needed to chill, calm down, it's not like he can do anything to help-
But now he could
smell the fire. He could smell it, the slight musk in the air that the breeze was carrying into their camp. He didn't like it. Not one bit. But what could he do? Nothing.
Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Hearing commotion nearby, DuskKit tensed up more than he already was and spun around, not expecting to see a opossum attacking other cats, the warriors were already dealing with it, so he had nothing to worry about- but everything inside him just seemed to freeze up.
After a few moments he finally seemed to gain his breath back and made a dash for the nursery, darting straight for his nest once inside and curling up.
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