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WHERE THE YARROW GROWS, FIND ME BENEATH THE GROVE.
WHERE THE YARROW GROWS, FIND ME BENEATH THE GROVE.
ThunderClan
Kit
{$title} Coming to the boarder of Thunderclan and Shadowclan, it seemed like a blur of brown fur darts across the Thunderpath. Is that a rabbit or perhaps....
—— ✦ Eye in the Sun. You're all I see. Why won't you look at me? ✦ ——
Maybe once the world was warm. Curled in the paws of a cat who loved them. But if the scrap of fur ever had that, they weren't bothered about it. Little seemed to faze them. Maybe it was why when the kitten stirred, raising a shaking head from the earth underpaw, they did not flinch at the foul scent that clung to the air.
Bleary eyes, slowly prying open, with bright red eyes scanning the area with a peculiar calm. Brown muddled with crumbling dirt that the kitten wrinkled their nose at.
With a huff, almost as if more slighted and inconvenienced by being dropped off on the side of the Thunderpath, the kitten rose to their paws in a wobbly manner.
Looking out into the land before them, the kitten wrinkled their nose in disgust. While the path behind them stunk of burning and something else bitter, the stretch of trees and bushes reeked of something damp and foul. While there may have been safety somewhere in the waterlogged place, their gut told them otherwise.
For a kitten so small, they seemed to have decided their own fate.
Turning their bobbed tail on the swamp behind them, facing the thunderpath from where they had been left, the kitten had made a decision. Red eyes darting too and fro, long ears pricking up for any sound.
Then, with the confidence not even some warriors had, the kitten stepped out onto the Thunderpath, darting across where the rich scent of oak clung to the air.
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