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Dark-kit really didn't like the flood. It was wet and weird and scary. He didn't like when the water got so high he couldn't touch anymore... it clawed at his fur and made him think of the time his momma had tried to teach them to swim. That is to say... he seemed to act like a rock in deep...

It was no secret that Dark-kit had big ambitions for himself. Practically since he'd learned to talk, he'd been telling his clanmates that he would one day become the greatest warrior that Riverclan had ever seen! Since he was too young to start training (which was a dumb rule, in his opinion)...

It was unbeknownst to him, being the toddler that he was, but there were many true-born clan cats who looked down on those with outsider heritage. Kittypets, loners, rogues. His own mind couldn't yet comprehend the difference, but even if he could it wouldn't matter one lick to him. His momma...

A little bundle of mischief came waddling up to the deputy as she announced the patrols. He wasn't allowed to watch the meeting, but no one said he couldn't come right after. But a frown tugged at the corners of his mouth when he didn't hear his own name called. "What about me?" He barked out...

Dark-kit loved his sisters, but he sometimes felt that Onyxkit and Sparrowkit would rather do anything else but play with him. They had always been a bit distant, a bit withdrawn, but that was how their whole family interacted with each other and he had grown used to it. However, he would never...

Finally. After what felt like an eternity, they were finally old enough to be allowed out of the nursery. The den had started to feel more like a cage in the last few weeks, and he was practically itching to explore the real world. Unlike his sister, Dark-kit had impatiently sat at the mouth of...

Everyone knew that scars were symbols of the epic battles that the cat who bore them had fought in the past. His momma had a few, and she was the best warrior he'd ever met. Someday, he was going to grow up to be just like her. Someday, he would fight in great battles of his own (and of course...

Freedom tasted bittersweet. The young lion had spent the last two moons peering out of the nursery, watching the warriors and apprentices attend their duties, impatiently waiting for the day when he could do the same. And now he was finally allowed out, but truthfully, this world didn't feel...

DARK-KIT ; a name fit for the shadows ⤷ named for the dark ebony stripes that cover his chocolate fur. — cisgender male; he / him; undetermined sexuality — kit of riverclan; dedicated to riverclan but accepting of outsiders due to his mother and adoptive siblings' loner origins; born and raised...

DARK-KIT ; a name fit for the shadows ⤷ named for the dark ebony stripes that cover his chocolate fur. — cisgender male; he / him; undetermined sexuality — kit of riverclan; dedicated to riverclan but accepting of outsiders due to his mother and adoptive siblings' loner origins; born and raised...

A dark tabby bundle of fur, the most akin to his mother, came into the world roaring like a little lion. Fitting, given the mane-like plume of ebony fur that ringed his little neck. Already the boy was large, larger than average, broad-shouldered and big-pawed as he instinctively pushed past his...

text DARK-KIT ✦ he / him, kitten of riverclan, 5 moons ⭃ lh black / black tabby chimera w/ yellow eyes and a "lions mane" ⭃ claythorn x otterbite // littermate to sparrowkit and onyxkit ⭃ adoptive brother to eelkit and dropletkit ⭃ single, crushing on no one // mentored by no one ⭃ peaceful...