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Froggy trails behind his siblings, his tail nearly dragging in the dirt as it twitches uneasily. Never before has he seen so many cats. A lump hardens in his throat, nervous laughter and rushed apologies falling from his lips as he bumps into others or nearly treads on stray tails and toes...

Froggy is taken aback by Ivy's outburst, his ears flattening against his head. Rocky is quicker than him to respond, the small tortie point fumbling for words... Foxy... wouldn't abandon them, right? There has to be some other explanation. Foxy loved them. Didn't she? Ivy has planted the seed...

Froggy overhears the advice, mottled ears pricking from the flattened position they'd seem to be stuck in for the past moon. Hazy eyes glance towards his brother, entangled in brambles. With a sniffle, he picks himself up and trods over. Blood trickles down the blue tabby's leg. Froggy's head...

Nothing feels right anymore. His world had shifted once his mom died, but now that Foxy is gone, too... It seems like everything is upside down. Froggy has cried and cried, and now he just feels... hollow. He shuffles into the den with a sigh, dropping the measly frog next to their nest. The...

Froggy lets out the breath he'd been holding when Dawn agrees. "Okay, cool — yeah, cool." An awkward silence befalls the pair. Froggy glances down at his paws, one ear flicking backwards. Dawn doesn't move, doesn't speak further, and the kit has no idea what to do next. Should he take the lead...

Froggy smiles sheepishly, nodding with a nervous laugh when asked if he was working on his pounce. "Yeah, uh... I'm still getting the hang of it." The tortie point ducks his head to groom down the ruffled fur on his chest, but he nearly chokes on a mouthful of fur as Spring admits that he'd seen...

Dewdrop had died defending them. If Froggy and his siblings had known how to defend themselves, then maybe... Just maybe their mom would still be here. Guilt weighs heavy on his heart. The thought of if only circles around his head. He couldn't make the same mistake again. He would learn how to...

The camp seems quieter now. Froggy glances out of the nursery, a frown carved onto his face. He doesn't understand why the two colonies had to split into five; sharing the land with other groups is what caused the war in the first place, isn't it? What would happen now that there's five...

Froggy stares at the lizard with a blank expression. Someone had insisted that he needs to eat, but he isn't hungry. The thought of forcing food down is unfathomable, his stomach churning. The image of his ravaged mother is too fresh on his mind... He could swear that her blood still stains his...

The trek back to camp seems like it takes an eternity. Froggy does not speak, his voice hoarse from crying. His downcast eyes are puffy and bloodshot, his cheek fur stained with the remnants of tears and his nose crusted with dried mucous. Twigs and leaves cling to his matted pelt. The blood on...

[bimg width=100px]https://c.tenor.com/uwFYdN85BPgAAAAi/roll-frog.gif[/bimg]FROGGY ♂790 MARSH GROUP KIT [ SHC ] HEIGHT: 6.5 in WEIGHT: 4 lbs — Transgender male, he / him — 6 moons, 0.6 years; ages every 1st — Dewdrop x NPC; brother to Foxy, Rocky, Ivy, Dizzy, and Tommy; (+) thoughtful...

He'd worried about his mother since she'd asked him, fretful, what he thought of Briar's colony. Tension palpable in stiff muscles and taut frowns, never easing; instead it only coiled itself around her tighter, it seems. Her face grew wearier with each passing second. Froggy wanted to help, but...

( ✦ ) He'd watched from the nursery as war was declared on their neighbors. The kittypets, as he'd heard his colony call them. Froggy tells himself that he shouldn't question Briar. She's the leader, one of the most respected cats in the marsh, and one of the cats he looked up to the most. But...

( ✦ ) There's a storm coming. He sees it in the tense body language, the angry glares, the anxious whispers. He sees it in his mom, too. She's always been reclusive, but recently, she's confined herself to the nursery. She doesn't want to leave camp, nor does she want him or his siblings to...

( ✦ ) Soft snores are interrupted by a gentle nudge, a mottled tail tip twitching as he groans. Froggy would prefer to roll over and doze off once more, mumbling to his mother for a few more heartbeats of rest. He's never been a morning feline. But the warmth of his siblings fades as they...