Taintedkit sauntered into the nursery, her ivory fur ruffled. Her pale gray eyes, now that they were turned away from the others, withheld a gleam of forlorn emotion. Oh, how she did want to be like the others. To play and have fun, to trust. But that just wasn't the easiest thing for her. The scarred orphan kit sank down into her nest, a small batch of moss in the extreme corner of the nursery. It was just big enough for her small stature to curl into, paws tucking beneath her chest. She rested her chin to the downy fur that hugged her chest, gray eyes closed, though she was not sleeping.