[ THIS IS NOW OPEN!! tldr: hazykit attacka faithkit and won't let up. sens. con. for kid injury resulting in blood and vague murder ideations (but she's like a kid and doesn't rlly know what murder is) ]
Hazykit doesn't often have a 'mission.' She leaves the fun to Fawnkit and the worrying to Dawnkit, drifting between the two as their anchoring point despite it all. Her purpose in life, this far at least, is to serve as proof in some way. Proof that her eccentric sisters can be evened out, that her ill mother need not worry for them all, that their absent father lost much when he abandoned them... But beyond that, Hazykit seems to have nothing to herself. One cannot say that she even has a favorite color - the distinction between any hue or shade is almost instantly forgotten in favor of chasing down one of her siblings to ensure they didn't get into trouble.
Her tail lashes, however, as the words of a nursery caretaker echo in her ears. "They'll be in here soon." The trio that Serpentberry brought in before she unceremoniously passed. They stayed with Rowanpaw in her den due to the littlest one's illness, but supposedly, that runt has healed enough to be squandered away into her den. The one space where she and her family were meant to have peace. Where now, Thornkit can continue taunting and bullying her sister, Falsekit can continue... doing whatever he wants, and Faithkit can be sick, and sicker, and sicker then that even - yet still earn more care than Hazykit's mother ever has. How is that fair?
She moves without the indication that she might. Suddenly, a pale phantom among ThunderClan's camp, the kitten strides in long, loping bounds towards the medicine den. She's never liked it in here, never even tried to sneak about the stores... That was Dawnkit's stupidity, not hers. She spies the scaled, plain-faced molly she intends to interrogate.
"What's your worth?" she breathes out, stalking towards the like-aged girl. "How come you get to lie here, pampered, yet my mother must rot away on her own? What have you done, other than cry and cough?"
Hazykit doesn't often have a 'mission.' She leaves the fun to Fawnkit and the worrying to Dawnkit, drifting between the two as their anchoring point despite it all. Her purpose in life, this far at least, is to serve as proof in some way. Proof that her eccentric sisters can be evened out, that her ill mother need not worry for them all, that their absent father lost much when he abandoned them... But beyond that, Hazykit seems to have nothing to herself. One cannot say that she even has a favorite color - the distinction between any hue or shade is almost instantly forgotten in favor of chasing down one of her siblings to ensure they didn't get into trouble.
Her tail lashes, however, as the words of a nursery caretaker echo in her ears. "They'll be in here soon." The trio that Serpentberry brought in before she unceremoniously passed. They stayed with Rowanpaw in her den due to the littlest one's illness, but supposedly, that runt has healed enough to be squandered away into her den. The one space where she and her family were meant to have peace. Where now, Thornkit can continue taunting and bullying her sister, Falsekit can continue... doing whatever he wants, and Faithkit can be sick, and sicker, and sicker then that even - yet still earn more care than Hazykit's mother ever has. How is that fair?
She moves without the indication that she might. Suddenly, a pale phantom among ThunderClan's camp, the kitten strides in long, loping bounds towards the medicine den. She's never liked it in here, never even tried to sneak about the stores... That was Dawnkit's stupidity, not hers. She spies the scaled, plain-faced molly she intends to interrogate.
"What's your worth?" she breathes out, stalking towards the like-aged girl. "How come you get to lie here, pampered, yet my mother must rot away on her own? What have you done, other than cry and cough?"
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