- Jan 1, 2023
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There were many within Skyclan that regarded Chrysaliswing as a monster that walked among them, a great beast of dragging pelt and drawling roar. Monsters rarely garnered the sympathy and kindness of the folk around it, for compassion ran like ambrosia through the tongues and the veins of every being. It was highly sought after, and yet CHrys had always been a losing man when it came to that game. Caustic tones helped him naught, as though he brandished his steel blade at any given opportunity, baring his teeth at any opponent that dared cross him. After all, who would want to help a cat who kicked and bit and fought at every hand extended to him? Chrysalis had grown used to it, though, and did not mind the tranquility built in stone walls of his own deed. Striding along the edges of the Skyclan camp, as if some sort of pallid specter fraught in gloom and wildfire colors with a wild gaze to match. He had just arrived to camp from a morning border patrol, and now the sun rose higher in the sky as it shed the sunrise oranges and the morning hues of former snakeskin. On such a cloudless day, the chimaera found himself tangling with the ever-present boredom that settled in his basins.
A young voice sounded through the air, slicing through the palatable silence that swam through Chrys' keen ears, as clean as a pinprick of a needle. At first, he did not think the cry called for him, and yet it persisted as the buzzing fly dogged rot and ruin. A sigh escaped his maw, as though exhaling smoke instead of air, and he turned his attention. Candorkit, ever the juvenile hero with a sprightly visage to match, waddled up to him. He recognized the kitten as part of Blazestar's late brood, though had no stake other than that they were the germinating seeds to the ragdoll leader's legacy. "Uh..." The tomcat trailed off, whiskers twitching in a stringy sense of bemusement, as though his patience ran thin and wiry as the piece of twine hanging off of the side of the pile. What would a kit want with him? He wasn't renowned for being especially good at babysitting. Heterochromatiz gaze shot daggers at the leonine kit that stood below him, though just as fearless as the warrior's whose stories he imbibed himself on. "Whatever idiotic kit-game you're trying to drag me into, I don't want any part of it."
A young voice sounded through the air, slicing through the palatable silence that swam through Chrys' keen ears, as clean as a pinprick of a needle. At first, he did not think the cry called for him, and yet it persisted as the buzzing fly dogged rot and ruin. A sigh escaped his maw, as though exhaling smoke instead of air, and he turned his attention. Candorkit, ever the juvenile hero with a sprightly visage to match, waddled up to him. He recognized the kitten as part of Blazestar's late brood, though had no stake other than that they were the germinating seeds to the ragdoll leader's legacy. "Uh..." The tomcat trailed off, whiskers twitching in a stringy sense of bemusement, as though his patience ran thin and wiry as the piece of twine hanging off of the side of the pile. What would a kit want with him? He wasn't renowned for being especially good at babysitting. Heterochromatiz gaze shot daggers at the leonine kit that stood below him, though just as fearless as the warrior's whose stories he imbibed himself on. "Whatever idiotic kit-game you're trying to drag me into, I don't want any part of it."
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Please wait for @CANDORKIT !
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