Pond'Ears, a he-cat with a harsh lack of empathy. Due to his shaky past, he closed himself off to his own clan mates. Well, except his two close friends.
Finch, a he-cat who's practically hopeless. A loner with love only for his little brother. Eve...
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POND'EARS ———
"Pond'Kit! That'll be his name." My mother licked the top of my head, smiling. Her name was Pearled'Gaze due to her blind eyes.
"Pond'Kit? I like that name. You've chosen well honey, his eyes remind me of lilly pads." My father nuzzled her cheek. His name was Blizzard'Oak due to his white and brown fur.
"Hm, you think bringing an abandoned kit in is right for the clan?" Splotched'Strut spat, practically fuming from the entrance of the nursery.
"His parents abandoned him, Splotched'Strut. Don't you think he would've died? He looks like he was only born a moon or two ago." Pearled'Gaze licked my cheek and purred.
"His stench reminds me of Shadowclan, and why just a singular kit? Why not the whole litter? This is suspicious enough." He scoffed, "he could be a spy to play on our feelings."
"Who'd use a kit as a spy?" Blizzard'Oak chuckled, "he's just a kit."
"Mom?" I echoed, looking up at Pearled'Gaze.
"Yes! Mom!" She pressed her forehead against mine and hummed, "oh, you're going to grow so big and strong."
"What if Shadowclan comes to take him back?" Splotched'Strut didn't let up.
"They'll have to rip him from my claws," Pearled'Gaze snarled. I shuffled closer to her chest fur and curled up.
"What if you die before they come back?" Splotched asked with a wide grin.
"I'll haunt them. I'll make sure they never have a chance against my son," she spat.
"Woah! A new kit!" Rotten'Kit ran into the nursery after playing with his siblings, a smile across his jaws. I lifted my head from my mother's fur and tilted my head.
"Careful, Rotten, he's about a moon younger than you." Pearled'Gaze giggled softly, nudging me with her nose. I stood on four wobbly legs and slowly walked to Rotten'Kit. He looked me up and down, being a tad shorter than me even if he was older.
"I can tell this one'll grow up big and strong," Blizzard'Oak mused.
"What's your name?" Rotten circled me before pawing at my face.
"Um—" I looked back at Pearled'Gaze then at Rotten'Kit again. She gave me a reassuring nudge. "Pond'Kit," I answered.
