What makes one worthy of their name? Even now, the name "Falsekit" faltered from their mind. They had not been worthy of it - in fact, much of the opposite. What Serpentberry did to him and his siblings was a curse, a deign against who he once was. But, what made him Falsekit and not Needle? Similarly, what made one deserving of "kit" rather than "paw"? The observant child initially thought it existed as a milestone for those that turned a certain age, a marker of growth beyond what the cramped nursery could accomodate. But after the recent meeting... certainty did not come to them as well as it once did. Falsekit had watched Loonstar conduct her meeting from his comfortable perch at the end of the nursery's entrance, like a watchful shadow picketed upon the threads of margins, never quite willing to enmesh himself in the inexplicable customs of Thunderclan. According to his meager calculations, Dawnpaw and Fawnpaw should have stayed with them for at least a moon more, so why did Loonstar grant them the opportunity to leave and not he? He had to know, if only to escape from the walls that seemed to close in on him more as the days trawled uncomfortably by. So, just as Dawnpaw returned from one of her first patrols, Falsekit stopped her by the ivy-laden entrance to the campgrounds. "Why did you leave the nursery early? Loonstar saw something in you, I presume. What was it?" Falsekit craned his head slightly upwards to face the flame point molly, as if a curious beast bearing weight within dull eyes, innocuous as such a pointed question could possibly be. What have you done to deserve this? Blank stare seemed to whisper accusatorily and silently.
- OOC. @Dawnkit ☀︎
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