ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Bio ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ~Flint ~He/him, they/them, xey/xem ~ Asexual and omniromantic ~ Fierce, noble, sharp, wise, clever, brave, short-tempered, quiet, caring, smart, ~ Loner, healer ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Backstory ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Once, long after the traditional clans, a kit was born. He went by the name of Flintkit. When a kit is born, it's first memories should be the gentle nipping of the medicine cat, and then brightness, blinking open gray-blue eyes to ecstatic parents, cooing and crying of joy. Flintkit's first memories were darkness. Too much darkness. No one nipped him free. He burst open, thinking to see his parents happily cooing over him. Instead, he saw a snarling gray tom standing over him. Apparently, he wasn't supposed to be here. The medicine cat said she tried to stop him. She said so, but....why did he still have this scar across his flank? His parents were foolish, thinking fun in the bushes wouldn't lead to this. His early moons were pain, darkness, crying, and mockery. He knew he was beautiful...why didn't they see that? He woke up one night to the familiar sting on his flank, being reopened dozens of times. The cold of the nursery corner was biting deep into his skin. A shudder stole his body, and he shivered. He knew what he had to do. As he slipped out of the nursery, he realized how cold it really was. The snow made his paws freezing cold and soggy, and his fluffy, useless fur was thin in the wind. Still, he felt a wonderful warmth as he ran through the woods, the dark sky lit up by stars like snowballs being thrown into a dark sea. He wanted to scoop up the moon and swallow it whole. He loved it. After hours, he reached a meadow. His mismatched eyes glowed with joy as he saw the happy faces around him. The welcomed him in. To this day, he has a new family, a new life, and new friends. Take that, clans. He's Flint now. ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ The End ˏˋ°•*⁀➷
