well, l o o k i e HERE !!! [brackenyx]

[[xoxo] shard. :)]

Nyx

When ^you have no one,
You reach for the _corrupted[/center]

Nyx returned to the den, a snake dangling from her jaws. Dropping her loot, the tuxedo fae proceeded to groom herself. Though she was quite content living with Quetzal and Zephyr, she couldn't help but feel a bit lonely. There was a yearning within her that she couldn't recognize at her somewhat young age. Her optics, currently pale blue, flickered around the cave. They set on Brackenkit, the little tom who they'd captured in the EclipseClan raid. The femme couldn't help but feel sorry for the kit, being taken from his mother at such a young age. She felt his pain, although the two she-cats who'd raised her were indeed sufficient mothers.

"Hey there, little guy," she mewed quietly. "You hungry?"

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[KURI. (happy birfday to me :D)]

"Yes. Thank you, Nyx."

His quiet words were little more than murmurs as he took a small, tentative bite out of the snake. This one, too, was lonely. But somehow he was lonely for a different kind of belonging; he wanted a mother and a family and all the things he knew that he had been taken from. This in itself made him seem rather monotone, without feeling. Zephyr and Quetzal weren't bad to him but they made it clear that he hadn't been born there, he was of Clan blood. EclipseClan, they said. He yearned to know what this 'Clan' was like. How many cats lived there? Why did the Clan let him go so easily? He couldn't miss a life he had never known, but it was more than complicated. For one thing, he knew he had family back there, wherever 'there' was. For another, he was completely used to this life. Nyx or one of the other members of their group would bring him fresh-kill as he was too young to hunt for himself.

But the thing that upset the usually-serene tomkit was the longing to know who he was. Was he Bracken? Or Brackenkit? So far, everyone had kept to calling him by the latter. But was he considered Clanborn anymore? He would probably never go back. He was about as deep in thought as a kit could be when he shook his head. "I appriciate this..." No smile. No nod of the head. He just gazed on, his eyes fixed on Nyx.

He was kind of haunting.

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[[xoxo] shard. :)]

Nyx

When ^you have no one,
You reach for the _corrupted[/center]

Nyx smiled. It couldn't be described as warm, but not cold or uncaring either. "You're welcome." It wasn't like her to be polite, but the tuxedo had certainly taken a liking to Brackenkit. Or maybe Bracken. Perhaps she would start calling him that, so he could get used to it, as they likely wouldn't release him since he was young enough to taint. He reminded her of herself, though she hadn't been taken from anything but misery. Nyx enjoyed her life here very much so. Murder pulsed through her veins, as she'd been taught.

But even though she had a hunger for blood, Nyx's heart wasn't a stone. There was warmth in there. "You want to go back to your family?" she mewed semi-sympathetically. The fae sighed, settling herself beside him. She was small, and only looked about six or seven moons older than him. She was probably somewhere around ten or eleven moons older, actually. "Family...is nothing to miss," she grumbled, her voice now adopting a colder tone. "They take care of you and then when they think it's too tough...they throw you away." Nyx blinked. Her last four words were choked and betrayed sadness. The tuxedo femme's thoughts drifted to her father, who had simply given up on her because it was hard. That was all she was to him, a burden. She turned to Brackenkit, feeling a bit sorry for possibly making him think that his family hated him too. "Changing the subject..." Nyx meowed, "would you rather I called you Bracken or Brackenkit?"[/size][/blockquote]

[KURI. (happy birfday to me :D)]

"Is that true..." It wasn't a question, it was more of a self-prompt if anything. Nyx might as well not have been there; Brackenkit was within himself for a few heartbeats before he remembered that Nyx was there. Was family really something cold and unforgiving? Then why did every one of his instincts tell him that he needed his family? Little did he know, but these were the small things that would propell his choices later in life.

Nyx's question made him blink, his thoughts shifting. He took another bite of the snake and swallowed it before answering the older she-cat. "Maybe Brackenkit," he answered, his reply quiet as most of his words were. "Until I know what it means," he added. This was true. He wanted to learn more about his home before he got rid of the last thing that connected him to it. If he changed his name he would be a rogue, a complete and utter rogue, and he wasn't sure if he wanted that.

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[(aurora) of the problematique]

Quetzal
sitting in this room playing Russian Roulette,
finger on the ^trigger to my dear _Juliet

_{"Brackenkit. It means that you are the lowest rank in the Clan. Kits are not allowed to leave camp without permission or hunt. They're hassled all the time by their mother. Quite a fun operation,"} Quetzal said 'cheerily'. The pretty silver she-cat flicked her tail, stretching out. She had been asleep in the back of the den, having come home from a long night. The femme stirred and pulled herself to her paws, staring at Nyx for a moment before turning to Brackenkit.

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