- Feb 16, 2024
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Privetfrost stared down at Mizzlekit like he were nothing more than a miniature bug, pitiful hull of a shorn seed, and an echo of whatever misbegotten parent he had come from. The boy's white coat (only accentuated with a snake-like stripe of black, alongside other assorted markings) would certainly stand out amongst nails of thorns and thickets. Predators, of which included his own kind, would surely spot the alabaster from miles away. He figured that it was not his fault that he had been born with a certain coat, for that was purely his misfortune and his alone to be burdened with. Kittens were a rarity within Duskclan's quarters, as though they grew up too quickly for their bodies, a stone for soul eroded and abraded by the carefully-dogged hand of the scrublands. Any sort of innocence, crystalline and pure as it reflected upon all others, soon degraded into the dull shine characteristic of the rough-hewn group. It was better this way, Privet surmised, for naivete did not fill one's belly nor tend to one's pride. Flicking his snow-tipped tail, the too-young warrior hardly noticed that Mizzlekit had said something to him, though it fluttered away from his attention like the scraggled leaves germinating between slips of gloom. Blinking in a manner not too far from a bird's own quicksilver motions, cold glare soon returned to place itself upon the peach-fuzz face, as if it held the weight of all his expectations in that very moment. "What did you say? Speak up, or no cat will listen to you." He mewed with little outward excitement.
- OOC: takes place after @Mizzlekit arrives at duskclan!
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