◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ Chirpkit was the kit nobody liked. "What a freak," they would gawk. "The runt of the litter," They whispered to others to their amusement. Chirpkit was the kit with no face. He found himself thinking about it often, when the moon was at its highest, lulling the other kits to sleep. He couldn't fly properly. He couldn't walk properly. He couldn't talk properly. He was a lost cause. He was the kit with no face. He was just the runt. Nothing more than crow-food that stayed alive a little too long. His sister, Chickenkit, had just died from sneaking out of camp and falling into the sharp rocks below the cliff. And now Heatherstar is dead, too. He didn't know if he could trust this new leader, but everyone else seemed to love Zenithstar. He was judged. He was the kit with no face. That all changed when he met Breezepaw. He would later find out that wasn't her real name, that she was a young rouge named Breeze. They were eachother's first friends, not having any others for reasons that differed between them. He was happy, happy for the first time in moons. He didn't feel like the kit with no face anymore. END OF SRP/TBC
Art + Lore by me Chirpkit isn't my oc. He was made by someone else. Zoom in code by @colorsnatch Song - Swimming Pool - Marie Madelene(album cover has partial nud!ty, beware!) Can you tell I don't know how to draw wings??
