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Post by MOONSTORM on Jun 16, 2022 21:03:34 GMT -5
Burningkit Female Kitten of FallClan
Burningkit rises to her paws. She stretches each leg as she walks toward the entrance of the nursery and pauses for a moment to look outside. She lets out a soft sigh as she continues her way outside. The air was now warming up, ever so slowly. She shakes her pelt out as she makes her way to the Fresh-kill Pile, to get some breakfast. She rifles through the pile until she finds a mouse, near the pile's bottom. She grumbles to herself, before, digging around the pile, until she could grab the mouse's tail in her mouth, pulling it.
The young she-kit pulls and pulls, but nothing seems to work. So, she begins to look around desperately for someone to help her. She spots an older kit coming her way and she waves them over with her tail. She watches to see what they would do.
-- Word Count:147 Tags:No One Notes:Open thread For All OF FallClan. Theme: Burningkit was to learn to be the best cat she can be come!
Lapiskit noticed the struggling kitten and begrudgingly made her way over. She was quite shy but had a hard time turning away from someone that needed help. With an awkward mumble she approached. "Uh, hey. What is it?" Her voice was low and she darted her eyes around self-consciously, as if anyone cared what the kit was up to. "Getting breakfast?"
