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They told her to get stronger. They told her that she would never survive, talked around all the ways that she is weak. She knew, before da told them that they were to be split. It's cruel. Hollowkit, with its unfocused eyes. Wiltingkit, with their fragile fearfulness. They are not worthy. They...

Wiltingkit is soft. It's a safe thing to be. It lets her pass by undetected, lets her scurry under the paws of bigger cats while the pricklier kittens catch and tug. She is quiet, she is unobtrusive, she is hardly anything at all. She drifts towards the edge of camp, and wonders if anyone would...

Wiltingkit wears the skin of a lamb as if she was born for it. She shows her belly to the wolves of DuskClan and they bark and howl with laughter. She knows her place. She is beneath them, she is the kit for the adults to gnash their teeth at to ensure that she stays in line. She is delicate...

The sun creeps onto the pale dusty fur of Wiltingkit's tiny body, and she does her best not to recoil from it. She is still, statuesque, even as the light of it blinds her. They hardly acknowledge their sibling's presence; they will speak if it is wanted. Silence is far more comfortable, far...

Wiltingkit does not spend much time away from their family. They curl upon themself, hide their fangs from the world, and trudge after the brighter forms of Starlitkit or Larkspurkit. They hardly seem to exists on their own, and so it is a rare and strange thing to be sought out by one not bound...

Can we still be pen pals

Where one of Kitewail's children lingers, another is never far behind. Wiltingkit pads after their sibling slowly, silken tail dusting the earth behind them. They consider the scene before them carefully: two warriors, and a trembling kit. Their jaw sets. "Mumblekit," they say levelly. It is as...

They know, as soon as they are born, that something is wrong. The first thing that the dusky child knows is the feeling of coldness. Kitewail heaves and convulses against their tiny body, and it is too much. Their muzzle trembles as they clean their daughter. This is not the kind birth that they...