THIS IS A HYPO-LITTER. This is not official and is merely an idea. Also a major WIP. Mostly made this because I love making litters-- once again, not official, I did not roll for this and you cannot pick a kit/make an app. ◌༄◌༄◌༄◌༄◌༄◌༄◌༄◌༄◌༄◌༄◌༄◌༄◌༄◌༄◌༄◌༄◌ the rest of the litter has been moved to a forum. The only things here are the introduction. Find the rules, kit descriptions, and how to apply here. Please remix this project (the one you are reading) if you want to apply. Provide your forum link in the project (if you are using a forum.) Forum Link - - - > https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/809333/?page=1#post-8426885 ◌༄◌༄◌༄◌༄◌༄◌༄◌༄◌༄◌༄◌༄◌༄◌༄◌༄◌༄◌ 《 r e a c h f o r t h e s k i e s 》 « ` ` fly, my children, but perhaps not too close to the sun. ` ` » ◌༄◌༄◌༄◌༄◌༄◌༄◌༄◌༄◌༄◌༄◌༄◌༄◌༄◌༄◌༄ « introduction » ✧ welcome to "reach for the skies"✧ ✧ pondering the skies, as the wily tom often did, his pining for a life in the sky that he knew he could never have was interrupted by a slight sound. His ears stood straight up as he turned his head toward the noise. The slightest of squeaks, one a less observant cat would miss. Dusty redirected his focus to the sound. It got louder and louder as he crept toward a collapsed den. Pushing away the rubble, he saw 4 kits, buried in the rubble, one larger kit protecting the rest. His heart ached, as he could relate to the pain of being cast away like this. He felt oddly... empathetic? He thought that was impossible. On impulse, perhaps, he seized the kits and took them to camp. Dust never expected to be placed in this position. He named the kits after his yearning for the sky, and the odd circumstances he found them in. ✧ ◌༄◌༄◌༄◌༄◌༄◌༄◌༄◌༄◌༄◌༄◌༄◌༄◌༄◌༄◌༄◌
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