- Jan 17, 2024
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*+:。.。 "WHY WON'T SUNSTAR LET ME BE AN APPRENTICE!? "
Her cry is shrill. Her voice reaches a volume so high it sharpens knives that slice at her own throat - but Frightkit doesn't care! Her thoughts are too busy crackling and popping behind her ears, a feeling like no other - hot and ferocious - expanding so quickly within her chest that she's frankly shocked she isn't managing to scream out her ears and nostrils! But boy, does she seem determined to try.
Frightkit howls.
She Screams.
She Wails.
There's no time to breathe, she will not allow for it! So her face quickly turns red beneath her inky mask, soon after taking on a purple hue. She screams and screams until her voice cracks then dies and she's howling silently. When she doesn't hear the sound of her own concussive thunder, then she starts stomping her feet, kicking up dirt, lashing at the air so furiously she just about knocks herself over. Now she's raging on the floor, kicking and wailing and sobbing she's so unbelievably angry!
Frightkit had never felt this before. Throughout her entire life - short though it has been - she'd never had a reason to be anything but happy. The worst she's felt was boredom, but that was usually rectified by playing with Sheepkit, Lakekit, even Ferretkit and the others. Before them, she'd had Spotpaw even - and his ceremony was the only other time before now that she'd felt an awful pain in her tummy. Losing Spotpaw had been annoying, and for a while she'd thought she'd just discovered some odd trait in him that pissed her off because every time she saw him leave for a patrol, or pass by the nursery without visiting Frighkit felt she hated him a little more.
But that feeling had gone pretty quickly thanks to her other friends being helpful distractions.
So what was she going to do with them gone, too?
Frightkit sucked in a pained breath into burning lungs, but it did nothing to ease the torment clawing at her insides. No! No no no NO! She couldn't allow this! It wasn't FAIR!
So Frightkit resumed her screaming!
I SHOULD BE AN APPRENTICE! NOW NOW NOW! I WANNA BE AN APPRENTICE NOW! I HAVE TO! I MUST! MAKE ME AN APPRENTICE NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW - " and on and on she went, before falling into more unintelligible, incorrigible, screaming. She kicked until her flailing limbs began to bruise and ache, and howled until she was dizzy and gasping for air, but nothing would make her stop!
Nothing would ever make her stop! Nothing less than exactly what she wanted!
Her cry is shrill. Her voice reaches a volume so high it sharpens knives that slice at her own throat - but Frightkit doesn't care! Her thoughts are too busy crackling and popping behind her ears, a feeling like no other - hot and ferocious - expanding so quickly within her chest that she's frankly shocked she isn't managing to scream out her ears and nostrils! But boy, does she seem determined to try.
Frightkit howls.
She Screams.
She Wails.
There's no time to breathe, she will not allow for it! So her face quickly turns red beneath her inky mask, soon after taking on a purple hue. She screams and screams until her voice cracks then dies and she's howling silently. When she doesn't hear the sound of her own concussive thunder, then she starts stomping her feet, kicking up dirt, lashing at the air so furiously she just about knocks herself over. Now she's raging on the floor, kicking and wailing and sobbing she's so unbelievably angry!
Frightkit had never felt this before. Throughout her entire life - short though it has been - she'd never had a reason to be anything but happy. The worst she's felt was boredom, but that was usually rectified by playing with Sheepkit, Lakekit, even Ferretkit and the others. Before them, she'd had Spotpaw even - and his ceremony was the only other time before now that she'd felt an awful pain in her tummy. Losing Spotpaw had been annoying, and for a while she'd thought she'd just discovered some odd trait in him that pissed her off because every time she saw him leave for a patrol, or pass by the nursery without visiting Frighkit felt she hated him a little more.
But that feeling had gone pretty quickly thanks to her other friends being helpful distractions.
So what was she going to do with them gone, too?
Frightkit sucked in a pained breath into burning lungs, but it did nothing to ease the torment clawing at her insides. No! No no no NO! She couldn't allow this! It wasn't FAIR!
So Frightkit resumed her screaming!
I SHOULD BE AN APPRENTICE! NOW NOW NOW! I WANNA BE AN APPRENTICE NOW! I HAVE TO! I MUST! MAKE ME AN APPRENTICE NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW - " and on and on she went, before falling into more unintelligible, incorrigible, screaming. She kicked until her flailing limbs began to bruise and ache, and howled until she was dizzy and gasping for air, but nothing would make her stop!
Nothing would ever make her stop! Nothing less than exactly what she wanted!
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//Any power play is allowed but keep in mind Frightkit will absolutely kick and claw at anyone that touches her <3
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" Speech "
☾ Frightkit
☾ DFAB— She/Her — Unsure
☾ 2 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
☾ Windclan Kit
☾ Sister to Deathkit, Witherkit, Grasskit, Whitekit and Midnightkit
COMBAT:
☾Physically very easy | mentally very easy
☾ Attack in bold #1b1e21
injuries: None