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Even besides being one of the many kits born with odd pelts during hootenanny season, Ghost was an odd kit. Incredibly antisocial and sensitive, along with being completely mute. Even trying to teach them sign language disinterested them. But that’s not what truly makes ghost odd. Mainly its odd sense of dress, always wearing a blank white mask and a cloak made out of a ragged blanket, and their habit of running off almost everyday into the wilderness. Thankfully they always return to the den for the sake of food and shelter.

Tonight it’s the start of the haunted hootenanny, everyone was in costume and out enjoying the festivities. Though the adolescent Ghost preferred to keep to itself and hideaway in their corner of the den. The world was particularly noisy at times like this, much to the kit’s dismay. So Ghost couldn’t even leave their home in fear of facing the chaos of the hootenanny. They rather sit at one spot for as long as it could

But tonight is an unlucky night. Its well known that the blood moon brings with it many, many blights. Ill folk become more agitated, and more contagious. And those ill folk can be anywhere, in the valley, in the caves, in the great tree,

and in the den.

Ghost was doing their usual silent behavior that evening. Sitting down at a corner of choice, staring at nothing. They were so absent minded in that moment, stuck in their own little world, it barely payed attention to its surroundings, including other kits nearby. One kit in particular happened to be nearby, at an unfortunate state, time, and place.

A kit with a near black pelt, with white speckles on their back, white tufts in their ears, and four bright, white, and blighted eyes. A kit thats currently overwhelmed with the seasonal raise in ether, and prone to infecting others.

It was so out of the blue for Ghost, for several minutes nothing was happening, it felt nothing, but then a sudden flash at pain at the back of their head, snapping them out of their daze. They quickly spun around and lashed out with their paws at whatever caused that pain, just barely missing at the attacker. The kit looked at Ghost with immense regret and tears in their four blank eyes. They ran away immediately crying that they didn't mean to attack.

It looked on confusion, and then horror as it felt around the back of their head, feeling a scratch and pulling back their hand lightly stained in near black blood. This was bad. Ghost was not one to seek out the den mothers, they actively avoided them usually, but it knew that this was concerning. There should not be a stinging pain, there should not be blood dripping out. They ran to the first den mother they could find, who happened to be Baba Eeko. After being asked whats wrong it showed the back of its head, prompting the den mother to quickly panic and call to the others, while Ghost stays close to hope someone can make the stinging stop.

Now that it thinks about it, it’s starting to feel a little… cold.

———

Happy blightsgiving! Sorry little guy I have to get blank white eyes somehow

Hello Stranger - RamenNoodleFerret

Word Count: 534
10/457 Acorns
docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d…

Description
Even besides being one of the many kits born with odd pelts during hootenanny season, Ghost was an odd kit. Incredibly antisocial and sensitive, along with being completely mute. Even trying to teach them sign language disinterested them. But that’s not what truly makes ghost odd. Mainly its odd sense of dress, always wearing a blank white mask and a cloak made out of a ragged blanket, and their habit of running off almost everyday into the wilderness. Thankfully they always return to the den for the sake of food and shelter.

Tonight it’s the start of the haunted hootenanny, everyone was in costume and out enjoying the festivities. Though the adolescent Ghost preferred to keep to itself and hideaway in their corner of the den. The world was particularly noisy at times like this, much to the kit’s dismay. So Ghost couldn’t even leave their home in fear of facing the chaos of the hootenanny. They rather sit at one spot for as long as it could

But tonight is an unlucky night. Its well known that the blood moon brings with it many, many blights. Ill folk become more agitated, and more contagious. And those ill folk can be anywhere, in the valley, in the caves, in the great tree,

and in the den.

Ghost was doing their usual silent behavior that evening. Sitting down at a corner of choice, staring at nothing. They were so absent minded in that moment, stuck in their own little world, it barely payed attention to its surroundings, including other kits nearby. One kit in particular happened to be nearby, at an unfortunate state, time, and place.

A kit with a near black pelt, with white speckles on their back, white tufts in their ears, and four bright, white, and blighted eyes. A kit thats currently overwhelmed with the seasonal raise in ether, and prone to infecting others.

It was so out of the blue for Ghost, for several minutes nothing was happening, it felt nothing, but then a sudden flash at pain at the back of their head, snapping them out of their daze. They quickly spun around and lashed out with their paws at whatever caused that pain, just barely missing at the attacker. The kit looked at Ghost with immense regret and tears in their four blank eyes. They ran away immediately crying that they didn't mean to attack.

It looked on confusion, and then horror as it felt around the back of their head, feeling a scratch and pulling back their hand lightly stained in near black blood. This was bad. Ghost was not one to seek out the den mothers, they actively avoided them usually, but it knew that this was concerning. There should not be a stinging pain, there should not be blood dripping out. They ran to the first den mother they could find, who happened to be Baba Eeko. After being asked whats wrong it showed the back of its head, prompting the den mother to quickly panic and call to the others, while Ghost stays close to hope someone can make the stinging stop.

Now that it thinks about it, it’s starting to feel a little… cold.

———

Happy blightsgiving! Sorry little guy I have to get blank white eyes somehow

Hello Stranger - RamenNoodleFerret

Word Count: 534
10/457 Acorns
docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d…