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It happened when he was younger than he was now. A mere kit who believed he could do anything and get away with it.

Either because of his speed, or his dabbling in potions.

A small thing, he was then. Roughly around 3ft he thinks, he was curious around that time, about every little thing around him. That was a mistake, yet it was also a boon.

So, him being the kit that he was, when he saw what he later learned to be a pillager outpost, he was filled with an intense sense of curiosity. So he went.

It was quiet, extremely so. As he stepped through the grass and into what he thought was a rather odd place for pumpkins (Which he later learned were training grounds.) and was poking around to see why they were atop of hale bales and having sticks stuck onto them.

Next, he looked at the triangular wool things held up by a stick, the wool wasn’t soft, in fact it was kind of choppy and coarse. Inside them laid a single crafting table, with the occasional pumpkin here and there.

There was also a cage, a giant one compared to him made of logs and sticks. He doesn’t know if that would hold whatever they wanted too. After exploring to his fill, he turned his sights to the giant structure of stone and wood, he skipped forward, walking through the doorway and his feet hit even more wood.

Another set of wood leading up into even more of the structure, so without hesitation he went up and up, being met with enclosed walls and then later a high point of view of the plains biome. The wind blowing through the grass, as well as through his fur made him content.

Out of the corner of his eye he spotted one of those wooden, things. He didn’t quite know what it was then, but by his observations of the villagers, he knows that usually things are placed in them. So he stepped forward, step by step, wary of anything just suddenly popping up.

When he reached the chest, he had a little trouble pushing it up without it falling back down, but he did manage it. When he leaned over to look inside, he was confused, seeing a few glowing green bottles of, something he doesn’t know yet, a glowing leather thing, some strange white smooth thing (which he learned was an iron ingot) and strangely enough, some kind of accessory that’s colour reminded him of charcoal.

He reached into the chest and took them up, a small bit of him disappointed at not being able to find those green things that the villagers loved so much, but a larger part of him was happy to have new things to look at.

He opened his inventory, placing them inside of it and then going over to the edge barriered by the sticks and sitting down in the space between them. Enjoying the wind blowing through the land and through his fur, a purr raised from his chest as he swung his feet, his tail swaying from side to side slowly.

A small part of him felt that he should leave now since he finished what he came here to do.

That small part was overshadowed by a larger part who wanted to enjoy the wind, and felt too lazy to get up.

His mind started to slow as it got harder and harder to keep his eyes open, his body starting to lean onto the sticks as he yawned.

Deciding to not fight it, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The end of slumber was met with pain, one side of his vision black as he felt some kind of liquid drip down his face as he fell onto his back and yowled in pain. His unmastered teleportation ability activates at his mind’s panic and he feels the grass underneath him, then wood, then stone. Another foreign object hits him, this time in his shoulder and causes him to still.

Soon after, pillagers surrounded him, his mind drowned in fear and pain as he watched them aim their weird wooden things that shoot claws at his small form. 

He didn’t want to be here anymore.

Awayawayawayawayawayawayawayawayawayawayawayawayawayawayawayawayaway.

That was the only thing that filled his mind, the urge to run and hide and cower and the urge to seek safety somewhere. He wanted to leave .

A great pull was felt in his chest as the pillagers disappeared, his body dropping down into a bed of grass as he looked up and saw trees, as well as the familiar sparks of purple shimmer that appear when he teleports. There was far more than usual, he noticed, all of them slowly falling and disappearing as they usually did.

He was still hurting, but it was a welcome thing to distract him slightly from the pain. Miserable little whimpers and cries of pain spilled from his lips, trying and hoping to alert an adult if there was any to even alert.

He whimpered and cried, yet no one came. He kept at it, hoping that another of his species would suddenly appear and take all of the pain away. 

He didn’t understand, he just wanted to explore and enjoy the wind. He didn’t know why they hit him with their claws when he didn’t do anything. He cried even harder when the image of them surrounding him in his mind appeared.

He curled up, trying and hoping it would make everything disappear.

Distantly, he felt himself being picked up by long arms, gently laid onto a chest as a calming purr emitted from the unknown’s chest, his body slowly being rocked back and forth. It did nothing to stop the pain, but it did calm him down some.

He was facing the trees, the corner of his eyes picking up green fur and then hands far bigger than his gently rested over the black in his sight, other hand gripping onto the claw that he then realised was the cause of it.

He thrashed, struggled and whimpered. Trying to get them to stop whatever they were trying to do, he wanted them to stop.

They held onto the claw with a tight grip, their tail coiling around his body to mitigate his movement by holding him there as well as their legs. He felt the tug on the claw stuck within his eye.

He cried even harder, wanting them to stop.

Stopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstop-

He felt it being pulled out in one smooth tug, feeling bliss and no pain for only a split second. Before he yowled, his voice filled with anguish and agony as his mind turned and turned at the mass amounts of pain exploding from his eye and the feeling of liquid gushing down from it.

He felt the unknown’s hand tugging at the one stuck in his shoulder, and then pulling it out the same as they did the other. 

It only added to the pain.

He felt himself being turned around, the only sight he had left blurred from both tears and pain and so he could only see a splotch of green. The green reached a hand up towards his eye, covering it with a hand as he tried to lean back and cower away from them.

He was stopped by their tail and the tight grip on him by their other hand.

He felt the pain in his eye lessen some, not enough for it to completely disappear, but enough so that the only remnant is a dull throbbing. The same happened to his shoulder.

The blotch of green then stood up, securing and cradling him in their arms as they smushed his face into their chest fur, a calming hand rubbing at his back as he felt them moving.

He buried his face even further into their chest, releasing quiet whimpers into it as he dug his claws into their arms in a tight grip. The action not doing anything to stop the purr emanating from the other’s chest, if anything it got louder.

His body felt weak, his limbs shaky as if he were a newborn again. He felt his mind slipping away more and more, getting harder to keep his last eye open.

Under the safety of an elder, he let go. His body going slack in their grip, yet never releasing them from his claws. 

He fell into an exhausted slumber.