I'LL ALWAYS BE THE ONE ༺♡༻ RYEKIT

[ONYXKIT]

༺♡༻ Onyxkit has to find ways to busy herself in the dour dredge of camp-life. Naturally, things will be way more exciting once she's actually an apprentice - but for now, she busies herself with games, gossip, swimming practice... Anything but sitting around in the nursery.

Today, she's decided to busy herself with hunting for tadpoles to show off to her mom. She's picked out a perfect puddle - but it seems that another kit is determined to get in her way. "Uh," she says flatly, to get the tawny kit's attention. "Can you, like, move?" Sure she could walk around... But this is her puddle, she's decided, and the other kit isn't even doing anything with it. She's just sitting there, all useless and pitiful looking.

‎‎I SET THE TONE, IT❜S MY DESIGN ༺♡༻ AND IT❜S STUCK IN YOUR MIND !

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  ONYXKIT ༺♡༻ she / her, kit of riverclan, two moons.
  ♥ an elegant blue and black molly with a thick mane around her neck.
  ♥ headstrong and vain, always hungry for attention.
  ♥ claythorn xx otterbite, sister to dark-kit, sparrowkit, eelkit, & dropletkit
  ♥ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ♥ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[Ryekit]

Ryekit kept herself seperated from the others as she sought shelter near the nursery. A puddle stood before her and her heterochromatic gaze watches it intently as she remembers the flooding. Tension in her throat from the horrifying memory makes it hard to swallow until a sudden voice catches her attention, and the scaredy cat comes face to face with Onyxkit. Can you, like, move? Her ears flatten slightly in embarrassment and she glances around before quickly nodding. It was obvious she was in the one in the wrong and Onyxkit had all the right to sound annoyed with her.

"Oh... 'm sorry..." The lilac tabby would apologize as she scatters from the puddle and scurries closer to the nursery, her plumed tail wrapping around her in embarrassment. Hopefully, the dark blue and black she-cat would be relieved of her anger and become happy with whatever she sought her prize. Was it the puddle, or was she just in the way? What was she trying to accomplish? Her eyes drift off to the ground and she wishes that Willowroot or Robinheart (stars, even her siblings) were nearby, so she could cuddle them. Interacting with others could be terrifying.
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