Meet Poisonkit!
On a rather warm leaf-fall morning, Poisonkit bounds out of the nursery at a sudden realization. The clan is all she has now. Her parents, due to their actions, would not be there for her. So it’s about time she properly greets the clan! She scanned the clearing in sight of clancats, her gaze as piercing as her fathers.
What is this clan really like? What cats could I possibly meet? I hope they’re not all as dumb as they sound.
Even with these thoughts swimming through her head, it didn’t bring an excited glint to her eye. In fact, they were almost glazed over. With the recent ramblings and chaos of them all, it was like watching freshkill scatter with their heads cut off. Her posture was erect and poised, her head held high as her bristled tail curled around her front paws.