Private THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY [ faithkit ]

[hazykit]

Hazykit no longer nurses an oozing wound that weeps as if its lost something. Instead, her pelt has an unfortunate tear in it, where her fur parts to bare skin. Even when she manages to comb other tufts of fur over it, the natural direction of her pelt reveals it again and again. Some moments, it's nothing more than a sliver of cold that plagues her frame. And then some moments - most particularly when a fawn-and-cream moggy enters her field of view - the scar burns as if it is fresh and on fire all at once.

She hasn't gotten close enough to the other to see if Faithkit has scarred, too. Hazykit doesn't want to know if any of her feeble attempts at retribution have shorn fur irreparably. She doesn't want to know anything about Faithkit...

... and so why is she walking towards the nursery!?

Hazykit watches through half lidded eyes as Faithkit joins the nursery, her jaw clenched uncomfortably. The other kitten finds a nest easily, as if she has been here once already and discerned its ownership. It's sudden, but the tortoiseshell molly realizes that Faithkit's brothers have long since moved into the nursery, simply waiting for their sister to join them. Is this.... that?

"What are you doing here?" Hazykit demands, tone even and effortless, though her frustration ripples through her pelt, still unable to hide that hideous scar.

 

[Faithkit]

FAITHKIT

A BOUQUET OF BRAMBLES

SHE/HERx THUNDERCLAN KITx 03 MOONS​

☆ A sickly fawn cream tortoiseshell with low white
☆ Adopted child of Serpentberry, littermates with Falsekit and Thornkit
☆ penned by Juice↛ Ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.​

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You're confident in your innate senses, the one that you assume that everyone is born with. To detect danger and know when to run, to tell which prey smells bad since that means don't eat it. The small things, facts of survival. Usually they aid you when trying to avoid Hazykit, she had proven herself to be a danger around you after all. Though in your attempt to explore the nursery today you find that all you can do is stand around her, unfortunately for you both she seems to be the most present cat in the nursery. It wouldn't bother you though, not when you weren't even seeking out a cat, quite content to curl up in the nest that wasn't yours just yet. Your nest still smells of herbs and is in the quiet space of the medicine cat den, silent beyond groans of pains and the coughs of the sick. Many of which you were accustomed to seeing already, you liked to be out here at random day intervals though, when most kits are outside playing. Not Hazykit though, of course she wouldn't be.

Your own scars don't seem to persist like hers does, though one strike marks the white of your chest. Her initial strike, where she had been the most furious in her swipe. Looking at it now makes that tissue burn, along with a wounded heart. You could even start coughing you think, you doubt it would aid you here like it did in the outer clan. "Sleeping" you reply with a huff, ever curt in your replies you're certain that she would grow furious over that. "Why are you here?" Shouldn't she be with her littermates? Or just doing whatever it is that kits are supposed to be doing now, does she too not have any friends to name?

Your tail sweeps the ground uncomfortably as you give up on hopes of curling against plush moss. Instead you rise, keeping a distance between the pair of you. "I have to get used to the nursery" you decide on answering properly, have to is a strong word but you believe it to be true. You had to grow used to this, for your moving date would be a few sunrises from now. You had precious moments of quiet left so there was a part of you that wanted to acclimate to the impossible task of growing used to the noise here.