- Oct 26, 2023
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bio ₊˚✧ ゚. bitekit's been waiting for his father to appear with growing frustration, he has become so swept up in the riverclan's fleeing crowd, it's all too easy to lose sight amongst the crowds and had yet to see him again. the move had thrown everything into turmoil, probably knocked and scattered his rock collection, he notes bitterly. for a lack of anything to do bitekit's prerogative is trying to make his own fun, unfortunately for him, it doesn't seem to be working out well. a ball of moss available to him, he presses it together with his paws. it promptly falls apart, some of it soaking into the soft ground. he regards the thing with a bad tempered scowl, he tries again, nudges the dirty moss with his nose to put it all together. only when it stays together does he lean back on his haunches, a huff of satisfaction escaping.
something hot sits in his stomach, the concept has only become more all encompassing with the new camp. "i don't think anyone can make one that's better than me!" it's a challenge that garners him a few disinterested looks, the setting sun having many retiring to dens, even so, the crowded camp is busy, with shadowclan harboring so many - seemingly the cats are preoccupied, moving and talking. the lack of response has his ears drawing back, has him struggling to bite back that vicious temper.
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something hot sits in his stomach, the concept has only become more all encompassing with the new camp. "i don't think anyone can make one that's better than me!" it's a challenge that garners him a few disinterested looks, the setting sun having many retiring to dens, even so, the crowded camp is busy, with shadowclan harboring so many - seemingly the cats are preoccupied, moving and talking. the lack of response has his ears drawing back, has him struggling to bite back that vicious temper.
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