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// backwritten as icykit instead of icypaw Everyone was... okay, all things considered, when they laid down to sleep that night. Icykit had done her rounds, ensuring that Silentkit- the darkest- didn't need anything before the rest of the pack settled down. She was sure the shadow healer was...

Her throat burned, which was a weird sensation, as she tugs what moss she can to form a new nest. Somewhere that was her own space, which was exciting in itself- but all of that meant nothing without her siblings. No, she was here to do her job, to get put together, to learn how to defend her...

The territory- her paws press into wet ground, finds it slightly unpleasant, but it was where she lived. It was not home. Home was with her mother's corpse, dripping blood from a bitten cheek, guarding against the terrifying thing that had taken Mother from them. Her ears are forward, almost...

The leader calls for her clan- then, for Icykit and her sibling. Yellow eyes narrow- was this a trick? The sanctuary that they were provided, ripped away so soon? She does not share her hesitation, her doubt, with her siblings, does not face Rotkit with this confusion. Icykit simply squares her...

Centipedekit bumps into her, and her withering glare snaps to the offender. Her lips are drawn back, teeth grit together, but she is not ready to bend and snap. The fearful kit is already more apologetic then need be, and that annoys her too. Loud, and in the way. Her ears snap forward as the...

The eldest rarely came to find her siblings. She is sharp barbs and a sharper tongue, all edges lethal and dangerously shiny with their ground edge. Lemon yellows narrow towards the crowd gathering at the mouth of the den, and she stalks towards the medicine den. She does not push or shove...

Adjusting to clan life was.. hard. Hard was an understatement, having been ripped from her mother's jaws, forced to lead their pack into a camp full of strangers. Strange faces and strangers words, names that didn't beseech them, a kind of speech 'gifted' to their tongues and the band of kits...

Sharp fangs bit down into a lip that was trying to desperately scab over. Eyes snapped to and fro, pressed tight to her siblings, tail swept about them. Ears were angled forward, ever on the lookout for danger, fur along her spine bristled and teeth bared. Ever since they had run after their...

I AM NOTHING MORE THAN A PAGE UNWRITTEN ON THE PAVEMENT ⭒°｡⋆ text "speech" TBDKIT she/her, kitten, 6 moons. ⭃ LH blue lynx tabby with rosettes and yellow eyes. she typically will look at you with disdain or anger. 'leader' of the siblings. ⭃ mentored by no one / / mentoring no one ⭃...

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