Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-26053883-20161020015303/@comment-33008190-20161113055332

Sagekit shies away. "Well...I'm Sagekit."

"I know. I have seen you."

Sagekit is confused. She wants to understand but can't. This...anycat she-cat is making no sense.

"Are you fwom the tribe?"

"As much as you are from BlogClan."

Sagekit develops a sudden, quick temper suited for a kit. "Just tell me the twuth! In her mind, she says truth over and over until she can say it right (which, if spoken by her, would still come out as twuth.

"My name is Dew that Clings to Webs. Call me Webs. Doesn't my pelt look like a web? You love my pelt. My eyes are amazing. I a, beautiful, and you think so, but I think I look just as good as every other cat. Beauty shouldn't be such a standard."

Sagekit is mesmerized. She is younger than this cat and blown away completely. She has an urge to do something interesting, special; say something cool, unique.

She has an urge to look better than she does at the moment, a small and inexperienced kit. She wants to compare herself.

"You are the daughter of Twigfrost, and your mother has died. Your foster mother is—"

"W-what?"

The moment where Webs was a perfect, shining cat with no flaws has faded.

The one secret kept from Sagekit her entire life, the secret that would ruin her, has been revealed.