Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-26053883-20161020015303/@comment-26832013-20161025012008

Duskkit snuggled in with her littermates, pressing close to Thrushkit.

What was she doing? Why did she get so upset over a little joke? She was the oldest of her littermates, for StarClan's sake! She had to be stronger than this!

She had to.

It was her duty.

Her responsibility.

And her's alone for the sake of her siblings.

There was no question about it.

She forced herself to stop shaking, to stop sniffling, to stop acting like a whiny, bratty, crying little newborn kit.

She forced herself to gather her will and strength and bind them together, to never let them stay apart, to never let them grow weak.

She forced herself to put her siblings before her in any scenario.