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thread for the alice in wonderland litter. Hopefully building into the first plot idea where Mad, White, and Cheshire get the others into trouble/danger for their own entertainment and Wonder is hurt, March in mentally scarred, and Mock gets even more neurotic
Mock-kit scuttled out of the nursery, sniffling and shaking lightly, tail tucked as he fled Madkit's increasingly cruel comments. They had started mocking, quickly growing mean and then finally the cruel comment about how Mock-kit would never become a warrior finally driving the crying kit from his brothers presence. He wanted to be included with the others, wanting to be strong, or witty, or clever like them. But they seemed to only use him as a punching bag, and Mock-kit the fool he was always ended up going back and trying again.
No matter how much Wonderkit told him how ridiculous his actions were. He wished he could be like Marchkit who seemed a natural relief to all his siblings, wished they would seek him out like the would for Marchkit.
With the sun warming his black fur, Marchkit could think of no better way to spend his time than being sprawled out just outside of the nursery. Sometimes, getting away from life was just the break that he needed with the kind of siblings that he had. His green gaze lifted up to the sky, watching as the fluffy clouds rolled by as the weather finally warmed. He had chosen the closest, less shady spot, which meant that he was only a few tail-lengths away from the nursery, right where anyone could trip over. Like anyone actually would, though. What kind of cat was blind enough to not see him in their path? Just as he laughed the thought away, the small body of Mock-kit flew over him.
