- Jun 26, 2024
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It was no secret that Dark-kit had big ambitions for himself. Practically since he'd learned to talk, he'd been telling his clanmates that he would one day become the greatest warrior that Riverclan had ever seen! Since he was too young to start training (which was a dumb rule, in his opinion) he had to settle for begging his older clanmates for stories about all the amazing things they'd done. He especially loved tales of epic battles, of enemies clashing with one another to defend their clan and their honor. One day, that would be him.
There was one warrior in particular that had always piqued his interest. Beefang was sooo awesome, she walked around looking all mean and scary but he knew that she was one of their best fighters. She even had that really cool scar where her eye used to be! For days now he'd wanted to approach her and ask how it happened, but in truth, she was a little bit intimidating. Even for someone as big and strong as Dark-kit.
But today, he had summoned the courage to finally do it. He'd spotted the ebony molly as she'd come back to camp, from some patrol or another he figured. The dark tabby waited until she'd settled herself outside the warriors den, bouncing anxiously on his toes to psych himself up. Once he felt confident enough, the boy darted over, though as he passed by the fresh-kill pile he paused. After a moment of heavy contemplation, he snatched up the biggest fish he could carry (which wasn't actually very big) and dragged it over to Beefang. He unceremoniously dropped it at her paws with a cocky grin. "Hi Beefang! I brought this for ya, do ya like it?" His voice practically shook with excitement. "Can ya tell me a story? Like what happened to your eye? Or your other scars? Did ya ever win any fights? Pleaaaaase..."
There was one warrior in particular that had always piqued his interest. Beefang was sooo awesome, she walked around looking all mean and scary but he knew that she was one of their best fighters. She even had that really cool scar where her eye used to be! For days now he'd wanted to approach her and ask how it happened, but in truth, she was a little bit intimidating. Even for someone as big and strong as Dark-kit.
But today, he had summoned the courage to finally do it. He'd spotted the ebony molly as she'd come back to camp, from some patrol or another he figured. The dark tabby waited until she'd settled herself outside the warriors den, bouncing anxiously on his toes to psych himself up. Once he felt confident enough, the boy darted over, though as he passed by the fresh-kill pile he paused. After a moment of heavy contemplation, he snatched up the biggest fish he could carry (which wasn't actually very big) and dragged it over to Beefang. He unceremoniously dropped it at her paws with a cocky grin. "Hi Beefang! I brought this for ya, do ya like it?" His voice practically shook with excitement. "Can ya tell me a story? Like what happened to your eye? Or your other scars? Did ya ever win any fights? Pleaaaaase..."
- [ @BEEFANG <3 ]
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DARK-KIT ✦ he / him, kitten of riverclan, 2 moons
⭃ lh black / black tabby chimera w/ yellow eyes and a "lions mane" // big and stocky
⭃ claythorn x otterbite // littermate to sparrowkit and onyxkit
⭃ adoptive brother to eelkit and dropletkit
⭃ single, crushing on no one // mentored by no one
⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted // underline and tag when attacking
⭃ penned by limerence ↛ @limericks. on discord, feel free to dm for plots