SO WITH THIS BLADE TURNED TO SCYTHE, I RID A MIRACLE-
SLICE YOUR HEART, AND CALLUS YOUR LOVE
SLICE YOUR HEART, AND CALLUS YOUR LOVE
Echokit
, He/Him / 4 moons / Thunderclan - Kit
Long hair chocolate point cinnamon tortie with low white and vitiligo, has ice coloured eyes
Younger Sibling to
A closed off and angry individual, not very talkative but generally snarky, jealous of those who are truly happy
Tagging
[ @BLISTERINGFURY ]
Great. More of this nonsense. Echokit had been bugged and bothered by yet more older Warriors about his parents' whereabouts. Just after he had found some whimsy, these irksome cats just had to push his buttons. They just had to make baseless idiotic assumptions. They asked him how he felt about it all, and they just couldn't accept his answer, his answer that never changed since the start. He didn't care, and he didn't want to
The very idea that anyone could even think to force the concept on him was infuriating. So, he snapped, he shook with rage that no kitten should have, he shouted at them all to leave him alone, and that once again he did not care about what happened to his parents.
Whether or not these cats remembered would remain to be seen, and he didn't want to wait around for that, so he scurried away and found a quiet corner of camp for himself where he sat and stewed in anger for a bit before he chose to bat a small rock around. Eventually he heard someone approach. Immediately his fur stood on end as his angry gaze snapped to whoever it was. It wasn't one of the Warriors from before, but he was still too angry to care too much.
The very idea that anyone could even think to force the concept on him was infuriating. So, he snapped, he shook with rage that no kitten should have, he shouted at them all to leave him alone, and that once again he did not care about what happened to his parents.
Whether or not these cats remembered would remain to be seen, and he didn't want to wait around for that, so he scurried away and found a quiet corner of camp for himself where he sat and stewed in anger for a bit before he chose to bat a small rock around. Eventually he heard someone approach. Immediately his fur stood on end as his angry gaze snapped to whoever it was. It wasn't one of the Warriors from before, but he was still too angry to care too much.
"What do you want?"
He huffed, furrowing his brow.
YOU PESTS WERE GIFTED FREE MINDS, BUT NO...
IT WAS NEVER ENOUGH
IT WAS NEVER ENOUGH