CROOKEDKIT REMEMBERED THE frigid water grasp at his pelt, crimson blood rising to the surface from his jaw. He remembered how strange it had felt, to end up like this. He was ugly. No longer wanted. Just nothing, a mere mouth to feed, after all: He would never be of much use with his crooked jaw, right?
His brother was the only cat in his kin that was kind to him, besides Shellheart. Oakkit and Crookedkit played all the time; regardless of jaw. They were going to play another game, catch the fish, when... Wait. What was that?
He had seen a beautiful, rose-colored stone with a symbol on it stuck together with a leafless vine in the middle of camp. No cat payed attention to it. No one would care if he tried it on, right?
"Oakkit, I wanna try it on," Crookedkit mewed.
"Can I try it on after?"
"Yeah!" Crookedkit said happily, and went to go try on the strange object.
He saw that he could hold it with his paw, and dropped the necklace onto his neck. It was a little heavy, sure; but he didn't mind it. He kept it on for a while.
"Can I try it on now?" Oakkit meowed.
"Fine." Crookedkit reluctantly pawed over the necklace to Oakkit, in which the brown tom gave it back.
"I don't want it. It's yours."
Crookedkit nodded, and put it on himself again. Rainflower was a bit angry, like she always was. She thought it was from a twoleg. Crookedkit, however, didn't care, and kept it on.
Something unusual happened, though. A soothing she-cat voice called to him.
Crookedkit...
A/N: this chapter is rlly short, sorry lmao.