- Jan 4, 2024
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✞ A battle rages outside, one that the kit hides away from between stacks of poky straw and the warm bodies of its new clanmates. Outside of the shelter, rebels and loyalists alike spill blood across pristine snow—former clanmates locked in a fight that seems as though it could never end. It began with shouting, and then they were told to stay put and to hide. They are not meant to fight, not in this. Not when they are so small, with an ache in their limbs that does not seem to subside.
They have finally been given a name—one that they do not understand in its entirety. The kit has been dubbed Blizzardkit, after the wintry storm they had been rescued from. Whether or not it got lucky in being brought to such a place is still to be determined, but for now the kit is content. The cats that come and go are kind enough, friendly enough for the kit to enjoy their presence. But now, with a fight happening outside, the kit cannot help but to worry. Will its new friends be alright? From what it has heard, the enemies are frightening—they are not even cats, but monsters.
To the cat who lies beside her, Blizzardkit asks, "Will they die?" Her voice does not tremble as she speaks, though the question is asked with a touch of childlike curiosity. It is followed up almost seamlessly with, "What happens if they die?" Would the monsters take them away?
// takes place at the same time as this battle thread!
They have finally been given a name—one that they do not understand in its entirety. The kit has been dubbed Blizzardkit, after the wintry storm they had been rescued from. Whether or not it got lucky in being brought to such a place is still to be determined, but for now the kit is content. The cats that come and go are kind enough, friendly enough for the kit to enjoy their presence. But now, with a fight happening outside, the kit cannot help but to worry. Will its new friends be alright? From what it has heard, the enemies are frightening—they are not even cats, but monsters.
To the cat who lies beside her, Blizzardkit asks, "Will they die?" Her voice does not tremble as she speaks, though the question is asked with a touch of childlike curiosity. It is followed up almost seamlessly with, "What happens if they die?" Would the monsters take them away?
// takes place at the same time as this battle thread!