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One would assume he would welcome all his younger siblings with open arms after brushing the fur atop Lionkit's head not too long ago. They would be wrong in that assumption. He wouldn't be cold towards them as he had before and give them a chance, but he wouldn't beg for forgiveness nor seek them out to make up for lost time. Crowsight is not blind. He knows of Candorkit, Hollykit, and Lionkit's attempts to know him. Especially Hollykit most of all. His younger sister has made it her mission to know him, even if this means resorting to poking him until he groaned and looked at her in frustration. Each time he did, she would smile and run off. Honestly, he didn't understand her. Why it made her so happy that she managed to get him too look at her. The times she did manage to utter a sentence it was usually a mixture of calling him a grump and wanting to play. As for Candorkit? Out of the three of his younger siblings he enjoys them the most. The tom's dramatics were amusing for one to witness. To be pulled into his younger brother's theatrics was agonizing.
Lionkit was different. He didn't stand out like Candorkit, nor did the torbie annoy him to no end for his attention like Hollykit. In essence, Lionkit was the most 'normal' of the three. However, he loathed Lionkit the most for his uncanny resemblance to Blazestar. A tom who he wished still remained among the living to slap for the mess he left behind. The black smoke watches his younger brother sit alone, resting his chin on black paws. You remind me of someone. Hazel eyes narrow, which could be mistaken for anger. Lionkit doesn't budge from his spot. It is evident that his younger brother wishes to join the other kits, but something stops him. What Crowsight sees is a reflection. Of a tom who feels alone despite being surrounded by others, enduring the paternal shadow looming over him, reminding him escape is futile.
Before he is aware, black paws have led him to sit beside his younger brother. To the torbie, perhaps they are prepared for the moment their older brother scolds them. It never comes. "I love birds. A lot. I collect a bunch of feathers. My name isn't because of the bird. I was named Crow because of the color of my fur and maybe crying a lot? When I was a kitten I threw a lot of tantrums. Mom couldn't sleep much. And I have two partners. Do you know what that is? Think of mom and your dad, but I'm with Oddgleam and Owlheart. I love them more than birds." Perhaps he should've actually looked at his brother instead of looking ahead. In the future, Lionkit may laugh at the memory of his older brother awkwardly telling him about himself.
// @LIONKIT he's trying his best! is it working? who knows ;^)
Lionkit was different. He didn't stand out like Candorkit, nor did the torbie annoy him to no end for his attention like Hollykit. In essence, Lionkit was the most 'normal' of the three. However, he loathed Lionkit the most for his uncanny resemblance to Blazestar. A tom who he wished still remained among the living to slap for the mess he left behind. The black smoke watches his younger brother sit alone, resting his chin on black paws. You remind me of someone. Hazel eyes narrow, which could be mistaken for anger. Lionkit doesn't budge from his spot. It is evident that his younger brother wishes to join the other kits, but something stops him. What Crowsight sees is a reflection. Of a tom who feels alone despite being surrounded by others, enduring the paternal shadow looming over him, reminding him escape is futile.
Before he is aware, black paws have led him to sit beside his younger brother. To the torbie, perhaps they are prepared for the moment their older brother scolds them. It never comes. "I love birds. A lot. I collect a bunch of feathers. My name isn't because of the bird. I was named Crow because of the color of my fur and maybe crying a lot? When I was a kitten I threw a lot of tantrums. Mom couldn't sleep much. And I have two partners. Do you know what that is? Think of mom and your dad, but I'm with Oddgleam and Owlheart. I love them more than birds." Perhaps he should've actually looked at his brother instead of looking ahead. In the future, Lionkit may laugh at the memory of his older brother awkwardly telling him about himself.
// @LIONKIT he's trying his best! is it working? who knows ;^)