PAFP Camp YOUR RESCUE SQUAD IS TOO EXHAUSTED —— "WHAT WOULD YOU DO?"

[FALSEKIT]

Ever since they could speak, Falsekit had been enamored with the natural order of the world. Why existed as a word that had brandished itself upon the inside of his skull, pulsing and throbbing within their mind. Why must green-leaf come to a close, and why must the frigidity always follow? Why does the sun rise and set upon its predetermined perches? Why must he live within the constructs of this society and go through their ranks as they do? As the seasons shifted to don a crueler and wrested face, Falsekit's questions soon turned its heels to more morbid statements, as if riding on the biting and incessant winds. Winter's winds never dampened their mood, and only incensed the young cat to seek its unassailable and impossible purpose. Greyish-blue eyes settled upon the joy-laden form of Sunkit, whom they often saw prancing about the byways of the camp, as though chasing the thin veils of sunshine itself. They wondered what reason their nurserymate had to be skipping so jauntily around, smiling with their shark-tooth grin and peering with their beam-bright gaze. Quickly, they trotted up to him, attempting to intercept whatever fae was doing. Falsekit's curiosity triumphed over any senseless and trivial thing that the other could be preoccupied with, anyhow.

"Sunkit. What would you do if... a pack of wolves started to attack you?" Falsekit asked, with not a hint of irony nor comedy in his monotonous cadence. Deathly seriousness permeated their entire countenance, downy feathers whetted into angular features. They wanted to know what Sunkit would truly, actually, and genuinely do in such a situation. It could happen to fae at any time, they reasoned internally.

SUNSHINE IS FAR, CLOUDS LINGER ON

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EVERYTHING I POSSESSED, NOW THEY ARE GONE

• OOC. Please wait for @SUNKIT
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  NOTE: This is a very loose reference until I can draw a more accurate reference. <3​
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  FALSEKIT & 04 MOONS

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  —— Agender / Any Pronouns & Gendered Terms
  —— Kitten of Thunderclan / Adopted by Serpentberry / Biological sibling to Faithkit & Thornkit
  —— A shorthaired fawn tortoiseshell with medium-high white and greyish-blue eyes. Walks with a confident, almost unassuming posture. Talks with a calm and collected voice, and one much too mature for their age.
  —— Outwardly, Falsekit is an affable and polite cat with natural charisma. Within the controlled walls of their own making, they are a skeptical and nihilistic soul, often going about in life in accordance to their own morbid curiosity.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.