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Times were… strange. It had been strange since the night of the storm, the night of the crashing and breaking and all the whats-it and whos-there that scrambled on by the family. Gale was no stranger to strangeness, of course—he'd always been a bit weird among his kin, a pale boy with nothing but his mind and his paws. These days, it was… cold, colder now that he didn't spend every moment cuddled up to his mother's sunshine-y fur. It didn't like being cold… but it didn't like being hungry either, and so mother had to part for what seems like most of the day.
Of course, he made himself busy with the free time. It toddled along, scampered amidst the soil and wayward bins, and sniffed after the curious scents of the world. It was dangerous here, to be sure—but it seemed to be dangerous for all. The others, whoever they might be, seem to have come together, seem to have made some sort of webbing of promises and kinship, and Gale found himself in the middle of it. 'Strange, so strange it all was. For all these cats to see him, to know his name', he found himself thinking, and yet he still avoided the wayward glances of the older scraps of the shipyard. After all, he was never quite sure who was friend or foe, especially in such troubling times.
And he was cold. The days had always been short—it was all he knew, really—but for the first time in his life, the little pale thing was aware of it. Aware of the passage of time, and the chill that wracked his bones… With a shiver, the tom pulled himself onto little legs, sniffing and snorting around something that was dripping from his nose. He could find somewhere to curl up, surely, somewhere to curl up and wait… these days, it just felt like waiting…
With a skittish step, he slunk around the odds and ends of the shipyard. Usually, he'd just go to the shelter, but… It shrugged to himself. The shelter was gone, fallen to bits, and so he had to keep searching. Any place would do, any place like… His large blue eyes fell upon a bit of rubbish, something of a box made of some shabby cardboard material, and he slunk towards it with wide, hopeful eyes. The sun was up, and so he hoped that this would make an appropriate shelter for now. With a careful movement, he nosed his way between the box's opening…
…And couldn't help but let a squeak of nervousness and surprise at the blue body inside. Ever so quickly, the kit stumbled back. "Apologies, apologies!" It yelped quickly, hoarsely as it sniffed with his watery nose. "Didn't… Didn't mean to… Didn't see you, sorry, so sorry—" Once more, he muttered words of regret, wild fur raised and anxious. He'd have to find somewhere else to go, somewhere else to live until his mother returned.
- @Jinglemoon knock knock its a baby kitten
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Gale
✦—Shipyard Loner | 3 Moons
✦—He/They/It
✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
✦—A fluffy high white lynx point with curled ears and deep blue eyes
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