private my greatest sorrow ₊ brokenkit

[gracklestep]

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"Uhh.... what are you doing?"

The question holds little malice, carried mostly by a cautious wind bleeding towards confusion as he carefully lifts his paw up and out of reach of the kit who had run face-first to smash his tiny skull into it. The sensation was not a welcome one, the way it rattled his bones uncomfortable and left a throbbing bruise behind. His willingness to take such abuse stemmed solely from the fact he knew the kid's mother, considered her a friend, and wouldn't dare to hurt a hair on his head for fear of being shoved into the river again on their next casual outing. A whip-like tail lashes behind him in a snake-like display of wariness with a narrowing of sun-drop eyes as he fixates on ears that droop under their own weight and traces them towards gold-pool glimmering gaze.

"Don't you have... a mother to bother or something," he asks, disinterested in being a plaything for this kit even if it is a favor to a shade-banshee queen. It does him no great service to entertain him, especially not when it felt like staring at a tiny, distorted mirror anytime he encountered Brokenkit and his acid-eyed sister.

@brokenkit ♠​

 

[brokenpaw ♠]

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He had been staring off into pitch fur far longer than he intended. Brokenkit had not meant to get lost in his own head from his secret watching, though he was hardly hidden in the patch of pale dry grasses. The boy kept himself crouched low, but his ears, still wide as an eagles wingspan, made him sorely stick out.

What pulled him from the depths had been movement. Gracklestep stood up and the sunbeams he had been blocking from Brokenkit's gaze had now burst into his retinas. He was supposed to be doing something about Gracklestep being here, he couldn't run off to his patrol just yet!

Limbs shot out before he was ready to plan and he clumsily landed full force into the foreleg of the tom. He could hear the thud against bone in a dizzying whirl that made him lean back flat on his haunches.

SUGGESTION - FAILURE

"... Pouncing." Brokenkit rumbled simply with little emotion behind it. The moor runner made the bold choice to bring up his mother, and at once his ears fell back. What did she have to do with him being out here? She never cared. "You know." It's said with a narrowed stare.

He knew Mintshade! Brokenkit knows this because of the prey he had eaten from this tom. They were always fat too, he noticed. "Think I'm... stupid."

♠ i swear to god, i did what i could ———— ♠ i practically begged you

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  Brokenkit
  —⊰⋅ kit of windclan | 4 months
  —⊰⋅ he/him
  —⊰⋅ mintshade x gracklestep
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  —⊰⋅ sh solid black tom with yellow eyes
  

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