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Post by Saltkit on Mar 23, 2017 18:17:27 GMT -6
I hadn't attended my father's vigil. I suppose it said something about me, considering the rest of my family had gone. But it wasn't because I disliked my father -- I had never met him -- but more for the fact that I preferred to remain distanced from society. I lacked the urge to form relationships with my family, and I was smart enough to know that they would expect to bond over this death. I could've gone, sure, but there wasn't really a point. Besides, I would've been seen as… abnormal if I didn't scream and cry over his body.
I will admit that I snuck out at night when no one was out, before he would be taken out to be buried the next day. It was more for the purpose of curiosity than mourning. I'd never seen the guy and, besides, I had wanted to see what all the fuss was about. It was just a body, there was no point in sitting next to it the entire day, yet multiple cats had opted to.
Brackensky tried to keep a closer eye on all five of us than she did her other kittens because she believed Snailtail's death had messed with our heads. I'm sure it messed with me -- but mostly subconsciously. Obviously I did feel some sadness -- I wasn't a monster -- but it wasn't as intense as my siblings'. I guess I was pretty messed up.
I sat at the corner of camp, close to where his body had been, eyeing the spot. It was weird to think that my father had once been alive and breathing; all I knew of him was a lifeless body. What a shame I hadn't been able to meet him. My eyes raised slowly as I noticed the shape of another kitten heading in my general direction, though I assumed he wasn't actually walking towards me.
Wormkit
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Post by Wormkit on Mar 24, 2017 22:39:21 GMT -6
i dragged my short, stubby legs across the camp, shaggy fur warm in the sun. i huffed, body feeling heavy from slight fatigue. playing with the other kits was exhausting, although once i wanted to sleep, the others were still loud and excited as always. i wasn't bitter, i didn't believe in bitterness. i was happy the others were enjoying themselves. i just wish i could've gotten a bit more sleep.
my golden eyes set themselves onto another kit that sat in the corner of camp, broad head tilting in curiosity. i decided to pad over to him, thinking a little company could help me wake up a bit.
waving my stub of a tail back and forth, i plopped down in front of the other cat with a wide, welcoming grin. due to my beliefs of not speaking first out of respect, i simply raised a paw in greeting, waiting for the other to speak.
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Post by Saltkit on Mar 24, 2017 23:18:02 GMT -6
Ah, so he was headed for me -- perfect. Amazing. Just what I wanted. I contemplated getting up and walking away, although I was, quite literally, backed into a corner. So, instead, I watched with a certain disinterest as the kitten approached. He was a bit funny looking, I thought. What, with his smushed face, abnormally short legs, stubby tail, and giant pelt. He looked strangely out of proportion, although I wasn't much better off -- with my long legs and far-too-skinny body type. I'd even been asked if I was malnourished once.
The tom seemed pretty cheerful as he plopped down in front of me. I narrowed my eyes slightly, regarding him warily as I waited for him to speak -- likely in a high pitched, overly-enthusiastic kitten voice. However, after a few moments and a wave, he didn't speak. Odd. I certainly didn't mind though, and settled back down into my former position.
But after a few moments, he didn't leave as I expected him to. I blinked, turning my head towards him. He had a goofy, wide grin on his face, his tail -- or what was left of it -- wagging back and forth. I raised an eyebrow. "Yes?"
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