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[rabbitheart]

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❪ ♔ ❫ — ❝ I WISH THAT I COULD JUST BE BRAVE.  ❞

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Given his own views of himself, he never would have expected to have been approached by anybody — let alone Stone. Initially, as such, words fail him, and he flounders meekly, eyes wide and jaw slack. By the time he recovers, it occurs to him that he doesn't actually know what was said to him, and he feels his face heat with embarrassment. "Uh..." Rabbit stammers, one ear pinned to his skull. "Yeah, I— I guess. Sir." He hopes that makes sense; knowing him, it probably doesn't, but he's made his nest, so now he's got to lay in it. "How— how are you?" Any... leader business, or something more important than— well— this? It's not that he doesn't feel weirdly proud at being acknowledged, but it's such a rare event that he still finds it a little surreal.

[dogkit.]

[align=center][div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; line-height: 13px;"]dogkit wasn’t small nor unassuming. he’s slightly taller than most kits his age, and it’s pretty useful when he needs to see over their heads. but it makes him feel more vulnerable, more noticeable. he’s often mistaken for a young apprentice in both mindset and appearance, and he dislikes it. when you’re caught up in the paranormal and ghosts, you’re used to less recognized stuff.

the day droned on, accompanied by the buzzing of bees and the chirps of birds. he paced the camp, lazily circling and passing dens. it’s too hot, or at least for him, to be productive, and he can’t imagine having long fur and suffering the heat. dog isn’t the type of kit who desires breaking out of camp, but he’s certainly considering doing it to get more water.

coming to a halt near rabbitkit and stonestar, the tabby trots over to join them. ”hello!” exclaims he, oblivious to his volume. taking a seat, he tilts his head up in a gesture towards the sun. observing the sky for any clouds, he adds, ”it is really boring. i hope it rains soon!”

[panthercry]

[align=center][align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; line-height:13px;"]Panthercry had always been a healthy kit. Her life hadn't been as.. difficult as some of the kits she'd come into contact with. It filled her with sadness sometimes, seeing kits lost or barely surviving. Warriors needed to be strong, but sometimes that just couldn't happen. Rabbitkit was one of those kits that she knew wouldn't last long as a warrior. Cactusbite didn't have an apprentice yet, so Panthercry could guess that Rabbitkit was an easy option. It was unfortunate, but it just made sense.

"Raining means wet fur, Dogkit." Panthercry murmurs, settling down in the small group that's gathered, dark eyes looking around at them all. "Perhaps you two'd want to sit in the shade? Tell a story? That'll get your mind off the weather."

[rabbitheart]

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❪ ♔ ❫ — ❝ I WISH THAT I COULD JUST BE BRAVE.  ❞

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He doesn't like to walk much, nor does he like to venture very far out of his den, let alone consider exploring beyond camp. It's wishful thinking, and he knows it, but despite the fact that he's always been relatively content in his little world, he can't help but feel envious of the people born healthier than him. (He keeps trying to tell himself that this must have been done with intent, for StarClan has placed him on a path of healing, but it still feels rather... odd to know that he's never had any other option, unless he wanted to live as a deadbeat for the rest of his life.) As such, he spends most of his time sat in one place, and it's boring, but it's the way things work, and he's never known anything different. It's what he's doing now, batting absentmindedly at a pebble and swaying like a branch in a storm, seeking some sort of respite from the creeping wave of apathy threatening to swallow his little mind whole.

[Stonebelly.]

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