✦ ❝ Six Legs, Tippy Tappy Toes ❞ ✦ Litter Backstory ✦

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Once upon a time, there was a kit named Acornkit. She dreamt of becoming a warrior under Starlingstar, and perhaps even deputy, and if she was lucky enough, leader. She had many littermates, Creamkit, Liliackit, Fawnkit, and some more that she hadn’t met much yet. It was quite boring, actually, having to stay inside when the whole world was outside, waiting for her to explore! “I wish I could go outside! I mean, what could possibly be so dan—“ Acornkit’s remark was cut short, as she was violently grabbed by a hawk’s talons, and forcefully pulled from the FlurryClan camp. She had gotten what she wished for. And that was the last any FlurryClan member had ever seen of her again, for they thought she was d3@d. But she wasn’t. And eventually, only her littermate, Creamkit ( who later became Creamstar ) remembered her. Acornkit wriggled out of the hawk’s talons, dropping into a dune of sand. She burrowed out, and began walking towards the nearest forest after she shook off most of the sand in her pelt. The following moons weren’t easy, hunting for herself when she was barely larger than the average mouse, with nobody to teach her any techniques. But she survived, and named herself Acornhawk, spreading her legacy to her kits and grandkits and future generations. … One of Acornhawk’s great-great-great-great grandkits was named Cicadaheart, who grew up with her family in the forests near the beach. She had kitted her kits just two days before, but despite her tiredness, Cicadaheart was determined to go fish for her kits on her own. She p@dded out of the “camp” of the family, and rushed to the beach to get some fish. She knew there were other cats living on the beach, but she hadn’t met much of them before, so the queen decided that fishing there was safe. She dipped her paws into the waves, slowly swimming to the deeper depths of the sea in order to find fish. A dark shadow fell upon the fishing queen, as a huge wave swallowed her whole, dragging Cicadaheart to the deepest parts of the ocean, her mouth forever open with a silent scream. … Cicadaheart’s kits emerged from their nest, crawling out of the den. Where was their momma? The three newborn kits shook their heads, their eyes barely open, and pawed their way out of the “camp”. The three kits arrived at the beach, following their mother’s familiar scent, and reached the edge of the water. “Hey! Are those… kits?” An UrchinClan warrior tilted their head, approaching the three kits. They were shivering because of the cold, yet they still continued, determined to find their mother. “Nevermind, I’ll just bring them back, kits need to be protected, despite their origins!” The warrior sighed, picking up the shivering kits and returning to the UrchinClan camp. …