- Mar 19, 2024
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// @ivorykit
It had taken her several days to soak in her uncle’s words. During that time, she’d been noticeably quieter around the other kits of the nursery, avoiding them in favor spending time alone. It was boring. And lonely. And she missed hanging out with Ivorykit. But as she approaches the downy-furred she-kit she keeps repeating Skyclaw’s words in her head to give her strength for what she’s about to do.
You are forest-born. You should be hanging out with forest-born cats, not kittypets.
She sees her friend and her heart drops, steps faltering.
That little white kit you play with? She was eating kibble and sleeping on beds of feathers before coming here. You think she won’t run off back to twolegs the moment leaf-bare is here?
She swallows hard and forces her eyes into a narrow, pushing forward again. The anger she feels is synthetic, molded by kin’s paws rather than her own genuine feelings, but there is anger in her eyes nonetheless.
Your mother wouldn’t want this for you. She wouldn’t want you to be held back by cats like that. Stick with the right crowd, Scarletkit.
The right crowd. The right crowd is her kin, those who earned their spot in this forest. Her siblings, her cousins. Hopekit and Coalkit, even if the former makes her want to yank her fur out. Nightbird’s kits. Fadingpaw. Ivorykit is…the wrong crowd. She’s a kittypet. She’s not as worthy as the rest of them. And how can Scarletkit ever go far in this clan if she’d held back by the likes of her?
“Ivorykit…we can’t be friends anymore.” She can’t bring herself to meet her gaze, eyes instead fixed on the ground.
It had taken her several days to soak in her uncle’s words. During that time, she’d been noticeably quieter around the other kits of the nursery, avoiding them in favor spending time alone. It was boring. And lonely. And she missed hanging out with Ivorykit. But as she approaches the downy-furred she-kit she keeps repeating Skyclaw’s words in her head to give her strength for what she’s about to do.
You are forest-born. You should be hanging out with forest-born cats, not kittypets.
She sees her friend and her heart drops, steps faltering.
That little white kit you play with? She was eating kibble and sleeping on beds of feathers before coming here. You think she won’t run off back to twolegs the moment leaf-bare is here?
She swallows hard and forces her eyes into a narrow, pushing forward again. The anger she feels is synthetic, molded by kin’s paws rather than her own genuine feelings, but there is anger in her eyes nonetheless.
Your mother wouldn’t want this for you. She wouldn’t want you to be held back by cats like that. Stick with the right crowd, Scarletkit.
The right crowd. The right crowd is her kin, those who earned their spot in this forest. Her siblings, her cousins. Hopekit and Coalkit, even if the former makes her want to yank her fur out. Nightbird’s kits. Fadingpaw. Ivorykit is…the wrong crowd. She’s a kittypet. She’s not as worthy as the rest of them. And how can Scarletkit ever go far in this clan if she’d held back by the likes of her?
“Ivorykit…we can’t be friends anymore.” She can’t bring herself to meet her gaze, eyes instead fixed on the ground.