- Feb 26, 2024
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His teeth are growing every which way. Falling out and then growing in. He'd be very concerned, thinking something was wrong with him. But it's apparently normal for kits to lose teeth, when Tornadok– Tornadopaw and Flamewhisker talked to him about it. It's weird... He's certain that some of his peers are going through similar challenges.
Deerkit is not used to the way he now has to bite into food. It feels off... crooked. He doesn't like it. The tortie is just simply unaware of the way a sharp fang is poking out of his mouth, replacing the baby tooth that settled there. Biting down on meals, brought to the nursery feels weird that's what he knows.
He isn't so sure if he'll get used to it. He probably won't.
He is outside of the nursery today, hunched down and flicking his eyes everywhere. Tail flicking from its spot curled up near his dark paws. Staring at the warriors bustling about, kits play-fighting and apprentices being... apprentices. He wrinkles his nose up at the thought of apprentices. He isn't used to the rough-housing like the other kits, by typical means. He just doesn't like it that's all... However- "Go away!" Deerkit let out a strained squeak towards the overbearing kitten, who decided to bother him. Meadowkit. "Leave me alone!" Ears flattened towards his skull, he retreats backward, from his spot dark paws shuffling him away from the red tabby kit who is still bothering him.
Frustration bubbles up inside his scrawny frame, leaving Deerkit to see red and leaving him with no other choice. He doesn't want to hurt anyone... but his rattled mind can only come up with one thing. His head moves, jaws opening as he aims to bite down at his denmates form, sinking even his fangs down into whatever he can reach.
Deerkit is not used to the way he now has to bite into food. It feels off... crooked. He doesn't like it. The tortie is just simply unaware of the way a sharp fang is poking out of his mouth, replacing the baby tooth that settled there. Biting down on meals, brought to the nursery feels weird that's what he knows.
He isn't so sure if he'll get used to it. He probably won't.
He is outside of the nursery today, hunched down and flicking his eyes everywhere. Tail flicking from its spot curled up near his dark paws. Staring at the warriors bustling about, kits play-fighting and apprentices being... apprentices. He wrinkles his nose up at the thought of apprentices. He isn't used to the rough-housing like the other kits, by typical means. He just doesn't like it that's all... However- "Go away!" Deerkit let out a strained squeak towards the overbearing kitten, who decided to bother him. Meadowkit. "Leave me alone!" Ears flattened towards his skull, he retreats backward, from his spot dark paws shuffling him away from the red tabby kit who is still bothering him.
Frustration bubbles up inside his scrawny frame, leaving Deerkit to see red and leaving him with no other choice. He doesn't want to hurt anyone... but his rattled mind can only come up with one thing. His head moves, jaws opening as he aims to bite down at his denmates form, sinking even his fangs down into whatever he can reach.
- ooc. @Meadowkit
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( i can't handle it… ) ˚₊‧꒰ა ♰ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ DEERKIT. ╱ thunderclan kitten
✶ amab ; HE / HIM ; 6 MOONS & AGES EVERY 26TH.
✶ undecided / not looking / open to puppy-crushes
✶ a scrawny longhaired black/dark ginger tortie and white tom with hazel eyes.
✶ thoughts ; "Speech, ff7844" ; attacks only
✶ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
✶ smells like fresh caramelized apples & faint damp earth musk
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