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Antkit frowned as she look out the camp from the Nursery, staring at a familiar grey figure who was curled up all by himself under the shade of an oak tree. The teeny kit's pout only deepened as she watched a couple of other apprentices - she didn't really know their names, or most of the clan's names really besides her own family, but that was the be expected of a one-moon old kit - only for those apprentices to be casually dismissed with a wave of the grey cat's bushy tail. Big Brother Weevilpaw seemed to be really down lately, and Antkit didn't really understand why. He's always been a lazy fuzzy-butt that let her and their other siblings climb all over him and play with his messy fur, but now he was just a big ol' lump on a log that didn't wanna do nothing anymore.
"Okay everyone!" She chirped as she turned and marched back into the Nursery, where she had gathered as many of her siblings as she could find. The little brown she-cat tried to stand as tall as possible, but being as small as she was, it didn't really do much. "I've called you all here today 'cause we gotta cheer up Big Brother! What do we gotta do to help him?"
Post by complacentdevil on Jun 9, 2021 20:04:24 GMT -5
"Do we know why hes sad?" peeped up Cricketkit with a flick of his ears, his head popping up from where he had been pinning a leaf under his small paws. His plush black coat was rather bristled by the excitement of a sudden mission, even if they had yet to set a goal. Or rather, find a way to meet their goal.
"As if," scoffed a particularly fluffy, indignant apprentice, who ignored her brother's dismissal and plopped down next to him, Sunpaw pulling her tail close to her paws and flicking an ear. Like their younger siblings (though she wasn't privy to their observations because she avoided the nursery at all costs), she was well aware of Weevilpaw's tendency to mope these days; however, unlike their younger siblings, she knew why. She was never the most fond of Pikepaw and once considered him lower than the dirt under her very paws, but he'd become almost a staple in their family given his friendship with her brother and his absence echoed more acutely than she'd have ever thought possible. She even kinda missed him...but Sunpaw would say it was only because she hated to see bubbie so sad.
She lowered her head to pull a burr out his fur, then cast a glance at where Antkit disappeared back into the nursery. "Do you think we were as tiny as they are? Not Antkit; no one is tinier than her. Well, maybe Firepaw is. He's pretty short, ain't he? Who do you think will be taller when they're both grown ups?"
"We could just try tickling him," Raccoonkit suggested, although unlike his littermates he did not keep his voice down. Odds were that Weevilpaw heard everything that he was saying. He'd survived his injury just fine but ever since then it seemed as if he didn't understand the concept of an 'inside voice', "That cheers me up, at least!"
"I dun' know why," Antkit admitted to Cricketkit, her tail swishing behind her in frustration. "He's always been so happy before..." She glanced over at her other brother's shout, her ear twitching as she considered Raccoonkit's rather loud idea. "Hmmm, that might work, but tickling only works while you're being tickled though. An' big brother seems pretty sad. I dun' think we can keep tickling him for that long."
Weevilpaw didn't look up as his sister unceremoniously plopped down beside him, only acknowledging her presence with a lazy flick of his tail when she pulled a burr out of his unruly pelt. His gaze shifted over to the nursery when Sunpaw pointed out their younger siblings, catching Raccoonkit in the middle of a conversation with Antkit and Cricketkit about tickling someone. Poor whoever was on the receiving end of that tickle attack. "I never really thought of Firepaw as short," he finally mumbled, leaning against his twin.
Post by complacentdevil on Jul 13, 2021 19:17:14 GMT -5
"We could take turns tickling him, then we could keep tickling him for longer, in shifts," Cricketkit thought aloud, tilting his head, "Or maybe we could just ask him why he's so sad. That sounds a lot easier, less tiring," he sighed, his ears drooping unceremoniously. "Maybe hes got girl problems...." he wondered, rubbing his chin with his paw as he tried to think, but it proved to be more difficult than he thought.
