08-14-2018, 12:49 AM
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The tiny, fluffy white kit was growing tired. Each step he took on his torn paws made them hurt more and more. His tail was dragging on the ground behind him, and his eyes were nearly closed. The jingle of the bell on his little white collar grew quieter as his pace slowed. The only thing that kept him going was the lack of a place to return to, and the fear of what might be following behind.
A loud, shrill bird call erupted from the trees above him and Pickles, absolutely terrified that it was an eagle about to swoop him up, tumbled backwards in a surprised heap and collided with a tree trunk. "EEP!" the kit shrieked. Several more birds responded, startled by the commotion, and it almost sounded like they were mocking him. Every bit of him drooping with embarrassment, Pickles picked himself back up and plopped down on his backside. The oozing feeling of cold mud coating his fur caused the kit to wince. "Oh, this is useless," he sulked, sniffling. He should have just started walking down the road to try and find his People after his mother died. Or maybe asked the two neighbor dogs if they knew where they had gone. No, the fuzzy cream kit thought to himself. However much he liked to deny it, he was terrified of those dogs. They and the fierce, matted cats of his town had been what caused him to leave in the first place. That and his mother's death, and his People's disappearance...
The bushes in front of him rustled all of a sudden, and Pickles shot to his feet. The tiny kit puffed up his fur in an attempt to look more threatening, but he knew it wasn't doing much. Still, he stood his ground, trembling from nose to tail. "H-hello?" he called out warily, taking a step back. His wide blue eyes searched the plants in front of him and his heart pounded. Please don't be a dog, please don't be a dog...
[div style="background-color: white; text-align: justify; min-height: 20px; width: 450px; padding: 5px; font-size: 11px;"][spoiler= information]★★★ // PICKLES. KITTYPET KITTENThe tiny, fluffy white kit was growing tired. Each step he took on his torn paws made them hurt more and more. His tail was dragging on the ground behind him, and his eyes were nearly closed. The jingle of the bell on his little white collar grew quieter as his pace slowed. The only thing that kept him going was the lack of a place to return to, and the fear of what might be following behind.
A loud, shrill bird call erupted from the trees above him and Pickles, absolutely terrified that it was an eagle about to swoop him up, tumbled backwards in a surprised heap and collided with a tree trunk. "EEP!" the kit shrieked. Several more birds responded, startled by the commotion, and it almost sounded like they were mocking him. Every bit of him drooping with embarrassment, Pickles picked himself back up and plopped down on his backside. The oozing feeling of cold mud coating his fur caused the kit to wince. "Oh, this is useless," he sulked, sniffling. He should have just started walking down the road to try and find his People after his mother died. Or maybe asked the two neighbor dogs if they knew where they had gone. No, the fuzzy cream kit thought to himself. However much he liked to deny it, he was terrified of those dogs. They and the fierce, matted cats of his town had been what caused him to leave in the first place. That and his mother's death, and his People's disappearance...
The bushes in front of him rustled all of a sudden, and Pickles shot to his feet. The tiny kit puffed up his fur in an attempt to look more threatening, but he knew it wasn't doing much. Still, he stood his ground, trembling from nose to tail. "H-hello?" he called out warily, taking a step back. His wide blue eyes searched the plants in front of him and his heart pounded. Please don't be a dog, please don't be a dog...
 roaming the edge of thunderclan territory.
 ages whenever the hell?
 main account. full info. pinterest.
★★★ // NPC X NPC. ADOPTED BY NONE.
 no crush. sexuality unknown. not looking.
 no mentor.
 no close friends.
★★★ // MUDDY AND SLIGHTLY EMACIATED. 4/10 HEALTH.
 tiny, fluffy, very fragile.
 creamy white fur, bright blue eyes, seal points.
[I] current injuries;; hungry, thirsty, fatigued. torn paw pads.
[i] permanent injuries;; none.
[I] stats;; strength: 1/10. agility: 3/10. endurance: 2/10. accuracy: 2/10. luck: 4/10.
 made by hootowls.[/spoiler]
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[b][i]destined to fail[color=white]*:･ﾟ✧