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The sound of water drops punctuate the silence of the night.

Bluu shuffled about her room. Though shared with many other den kits, none of them were there at the moment. BlackJack was snuggled in someone’s hammock, fast asleep. Her bark, hidden until a pile of dirty blankets and pillows.

Plop.. plop…plop..

The sound of the water resonated loudly, refusing to give Bluu any peace. She flexed her claws, her agitation growing. Hungry growled in her stomach, fear prickling down her spine. She glanced out the window, the glow of the red moon bathing the room in red.

Ever since Hootenanny started up… Or rather the red moon… Bluu has had trouble with her constant hunger. On good days, a good Ether filled meal was enough. On bad days… Days like today… No matter what she ate or drank, her stomach growled. Perpetually starving.

She’s been in and out of the hospital, asking for anything to relieve the hunger pains. But even the doctors and nurses could only do so much. After all, she was just a blighted child. Their healing methods was still adult only. So, suffering alone ended up the only solution.

One nurse opted to give her advice.

“Fear and anxiety will only make things worse… Ask yourself. What are you afraid of.. And work towards calming yourself.”

Indeed. What WAS she afraid of. She’s been a very good kit. An entire year being sick and she’s not harmed a soul. Her ears and Whiskers perked up, smiling, she turned away from the window and red moon.

Bluu had been staring at the moon for so long, the shadows of the room had started to warp. She blinked, trying to right her vision.

A shadowed blob formed in front of her, practically resembling another kit.

“Oh… Hello. Apologies. I .. uh.. Didn’t see you there.”

The kit didn’t respond. She called to them a second time. And the shadow turned, revealing the face of one of her closest friends, Ratt…

“Oh!! Ratt!” Bluu clasped her claws nervously. “Out of the hospital already? That’s some fast recovery! I’m glad you’re doing better…” She couldn’t stop fidgeting. “I… Um… I’m not feeling too well. Can we hang out a little later?”

The face of Ratt didn’t seem to respond at all. Until it suddenly contorted into fear. Aggression lining his fur as it spiked up.

“Ratt..?” Confused, Bluu looked behind her. “What’s wrong?”

Nothing was there. Just an odd sense of darkness. The shadows of the room felt as if they pressed against her back. Blinking, she turned back to her friend.

A faint hiss on the wind and Ratt was off. Running away from her. “W..wait!” Bluu ran too, still confused. She reached out, only to notice long, bright orange class on her hands. “What are these…?”

Conveniently, when Bluu looked up again, she was standing next to a mirror. Her ears and claws were greatly different, twisted into something vile. Her Kardia and eyes shinning a bright, sickly orange.

“NO…” She turned away, only to meet with the worse thing she could ever imagine. There Ratt lay. At her feet. Covered in dual colored liquid that can only be one thing.

Tears stung her eyes as she concluded what must have happened. Sobbing into her claws, Bluu realized she feared a lot. Mainly of harming her friends. What would she do if something like this actually happened. She didn’t want to even think about it. Maybe it would be better to isolate for the time being.

A small bump to her chest made her look at her nudibark and nottie at her side. The room had returned to normal. The red light fading to a faint glow. They led her to the nearest bean bag, and curled around her after she settled. She cried softly until she fell into a deep slumber where the fears of the present could no longer reach her.

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Words: 656

Acorns: 7/1173
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Description
The sound of water drops punctuate the silence of the night.

Bluu shuffled about her room. Though shared with many other den kits, none of them were there at the moment. BlackJack was snuggled in someone’s hammock, fast asleep. Her bark, hidden until a pile of dirty blankets and pillows.

Plop.. plop…plop..

The sound of the water resonated loudly, refusing to give Bluu any peace. She flexed her claws, her agitation growing. Hungry growled in her stomach, fear prickling down her spine. She glanced out the window, the glow of the red moon bathing the room in red.

Ever since Hootenanny started up… Or rather the red moon… Bluu has had trouble with her constant hunger. On good days, a good Ether filled meal was enough. On bad days… Days like today… No matter what she ate or drank, her stomach growled. Perpetually starving.

She’s been in and out of the hospital, asking for anything to relieve the hunger pains. But even the doctors and nurses could only do so much. After all, she was just a blighted child. Their healing methods was still adult only. So, suffering alone ended up the only solution.

One nurse opted to give her advice.

“Fear and anxiety will only make things worse… Ask yourself. What are you afraid of.. And work towards calming yourself.”

Indeed. What WAS she afraid of. She’s been a very good kit. An entire year being sick and she’s not harmed a soul. Her ears and Whiskers perked up, smiling, she turned away from the window and red moon.

Bluu had been staring at the moon for so long, the shadows of the room had started to warp. She blinked, trying to right her vision.

A shadowed blob formed in front of her, practically resembling another kit.

“Oh… Hello. Apologies. I .. uh.. Didn’t see you there.”

The kit didn’t respond. She called to them a second time. And the shadow turned, revealing the face of one of her closest friends, Ratt…

“Oh!! Ratt!” Bluu clasped her claws nervously. “Out of the hospital already? That’s some fast recovery! I’m glad you’re doing better…” She couldn’t stop fidgeting. “I… Um… I’m not feeling too well. Can we hang out a little later?”

The face of Ratt didn’t seem to respond at all. Until it suddenly contorted into fear. Aggression lining his fur as it spiked up.

“Ratt..?” Confused, Bluu looked behind her. “What’s wrong?”

Nothing was there. Just an odd sense of darkness. The shadows of the room felt as if they pressed against her back. Blinking, she turned back to her friend.

A faint hiss on the wind and Ratt was off. Running away from her. “W..wait!” Bluu ran too, still confused. She reached out, only to notice long, bright orange class on her hands. “What are these…?”

Conveniently, when Bluu looked up again, she was standing next to a mirror. Her ears and claws were greatly different, twisted into something vile. Her Kardia and eyes shinning a bright, sickly orange.

“NO…” She turned away, only to meet with the worse thing she could ever imagine. There Ratt lay. At her feet. Covered in dual colored liquid that can only be one thing.

Tears stung her eyes as she concluded what must have happened. Sobbing into her claws, Bluu realized she feared a lot. Mainly of harming her friends. What would she do if something like this actually happened. She didn’t want to even think about it. Maybe it would be better to isolate for the time being.

A small bump to her chest made her look at her nudibark and nottie at her side. The room had returned to normal. The red light fading to a faint glow. They led her to the nearest bean bag, and curled around her after she settled. She cried softly until she fell into a deep slumber where the fears of the present could no longer reach her.

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Words: 656

Acorns: 7/1173
Tracker: docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d…