
Username -- *Blue_River*
Name -- Insanemoosekit
Gender -- Male
Rank -- Kit
Short Description -- Lynxkit's best friend. Clinically insane. And never mention the wings. Ever.
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Username --Loki Laufeyson {formerly Appletart0214, SirYizzle, Pork Chop}
Name -- Lynxkit
Gender -- Male
Rank -- Oldest Kit in the Nursery
Short Description -- Moosekit is a known trickster, always getting up to mischief, and always the bane out of his littermates. He's sly, secretive, and quick to anger, and keeps up a tough exterior because his parents have always been somewhat distant, favoring his littermates and even the other kits in the nursery over him. Oh, yea, and he's kinda insane.
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The Kill wrote:You know, most people would think that if they left some
children alone for a bit, they would be fine. Not this
group of children. Yes, and urgent disaster was to be
addressed in Thunderclan in the Gathering, and all cats
were to be present - yet kits were not. It was a stupid
idea upon Thunderclan, of course. Why would they leave
some insane cats alone with others? That was asking for
death.
And there was death. The kits were sleeping soundly,
some away from their nests and throwing rocks at each
other, or frankly writing about mooses or the like. Either
way, they never saw the killer come upon the sleeping
form of Starkit, and stab a thorn into her side, causing
panic in her body, a screech, and blood over the floor. In
the dim light, no one could see the kit's pelt, or it slinking
away to it's own nest.
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