{$title} Blursed litter reunion yayyyyy :)
Nobody knows what I see
Nobody knows I'm waiting
Nobody knows I'm waiting
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His pelt is fluffed up against winter's chill as he walks. Hollykit has a specific destination in mind: fourtrees. Where he was born, apparently. The thought leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. It was the first-and last- time his family--his true family-- had all been together. Before he and his siblings had all been divvied up like prey amongst the clan's leaders. Why couldn't they all have gone to Thunderclan together? It seemed Ma had not wanted to separate them all, at least. Why had the other clans dug their grimy paws in and taken them all away? Did his siblings know? If they did then did they care at all?
"This is it..." The young tom whispers to himself as he arrives. The trees are so tall he has to balance on his hind legs to crane his neck up to try and glimpse the tops and even then he nearly loses his balance and falls backwards as he does so.
The clearing is unassuming, largely empty save for the rocks in the very center of it all. It reminds him of Loonstar's perch that they use to address the clan. This must be where the leaders sit during gatherings.
The sudden snap of a twig causes him to spin towards the noise, kitten fur fluffed out and back arched in an attempt to make himself appear larger.
"Who's there!?"
"This is it..." The young tom whispers to himself as he arrives. The trees are so tall he has to balance on his hind legs to crane his neck up to try and glimpse the tops and even then he nearly loses his balance and falls backwards as he does so.
The clearing is unassuming, largely empty save for the rocks in the very center of it all. It reminds him of Loonstar's perch that they use to address the clan. This must be where the leaders sit during gatherings.
The sudden snap of a twig causes him to spin towards the noise, kitten fur fluffed out and back arched in an attempt to make himself appear larger.
"Who's there!?"
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Waiting For You To Call
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HOLLYKIT
✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
✦—A thin and lanky blue-eyed, sepia tom who looks like he could be blown over by a faint breeze
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