always F A L L I N G. (( last

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come stop your crying
it will be alright
just take my hand
hold it tight

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lastkit

i will protect you from tom
all around you newborn
i will be here brightclan
don't you cry kit

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for one so small
you seem so strong
my arms will hold you
keep you safe and warm

Lastkit was named after the lost deputy of BrightClan. Bet you didn't know that, did you? He even has the look of the honoured Lastfalling, in places. His paws are of an average size, likely to grow wider and stronger as he grows. His toes are seperated from eachother by a slight dip. His claws are hidden in these seemingly innocent paws. Lastkit isn't the sort of kit to let fly with his claws unless the need is great. But his claws are nothing to be sniffed at, kit or not. They are curved and the bright silver of water in moonlight. Lastkit has very long legs for a kit. He is gangly at the moment, but this will meld into a lean shape when he grows into an adult. There are slight suggestions of muscle on these limbs, but nothing more at this moment in time. His shoulders are hard lumps of strong bone, leading backward into a sloping arch of a back. His tail is long, like his legs, and thin, providing him with perfect balance. Lastki has a handsome face, even at this young age. He has a strong jaw and muzzle, his nose solid black. His teeth are set in healthy plum-coloured gums, his teeth sharp and white as ivory. Lastkit has wide, beautiful light blue eyes and sharply pointed little ears. He is the image of his mother, but for his tallness.

Lastkit's pelt. It is very fluffy and thick, very downy. It is lovely to touch. But as he grows older he will lose this kit-fluff and his coat will become shorter and more sleek. It is most fluffy along his back, where it sticks up humourously when he is angered. Lastkit's coat is the colour of snow, pure white. But splotches of soft, cinder grey cover this, like puddles.

this bond between us
can't be broken
i will be here
don't you cry

Lastkit is very much like the little leader of his little. He has a clever head firmly planted on his shoulders, filled with intelligent thoughts. He is not the sort of kit to jump about squealing at a bird he has never seen before. He is more likely to be watching it closely, taking in it's every move, how it looks, sounds, to be stored in his memory for future reference. Lastkit longs for the day when he can fight for his clan. But he is not all mature, though far more than the average kit. He does involve himself in games, but not the more childish one's. He likes to play-fight, to strengthen his weak muscles and teach him what is a good idea in battle, and what isn't. Lastkit is a skilled problem-solver. He is good at working out what to do in a skilled situation, as he rarely panics. He does not anger easily, either. He knows how to control his temper. Lastkit is often the one sorting out arguments between his siblings, and he can almost always achieve this. He knows just what to say to them to get them to shut their mouths, without using cheap bribery. Finally, Lastkit os very caring. He would give up his life straight away for a loved one, and carries a noble and gallant heart in his chest.

cos you'll be in my heart
yes you'll be in my heart
from this day on
now and forever more

Birdfeather's life had been haunted by death. As a kit, she had lost a close friend. As she grew up to warriorhood, she first watched her sister Coldheart gradually fade away, inflicted by Greencough, until she died. Then her sister Poisontears was killed in battle, soon followed by her mother, Kestrelfeather, who's long life had finally burnt out. Next, her brother Murdercalling was killed by the Tribe, and her father Stormprowler soon followed. Finally, she was left with only her brother Runespell. And he had found a mate and was happy with two litters of kits. Birdfeather felt utterly alone. That was before she met Deathflight. Despite his disturbing name, the two grew close, until they confessed their love for one another.

After a moon or so of bliss, Birdfeather discovered she was carrying Deathflight's kits. They were soon born. A brown-pelted tom named Coyotekit, a cream-coloured tabby tom named Tumblekit, a grey and white tabby she-cat named Hyacinthkit, a black and silver tom named Slashkit, and finally, a grey and white patched tom named Lastkit, after the former deputy of BrightClan, Lastfalling.

you'll be in my heart
no matter what they say
you'll be here in my heart
always

birdfeather mother
deathflight father
coyotekit, tumblekit, slashkit brothers
hyacinthkit sister
runespell uncle
hazelfrost, mousewind, pecanshell, mistyvale cousins
grainpelt, flaxfeather cousins

why can't they understand
the way we feel?
they just don't trust
what they can't explain

PAINTING PORTRAITS OF GHOSTS !!

we know we're different
but deep inside us
we're not that different
at all

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