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Hamilton slipped from the podaroks den eager to escape the at times suffocated presence of the other young kits. Sometimes he just wanted time to think, to be with his own thoughts and not the inane thoughts of the other young cats. They weren't all bad of-course and sometimes he even got a chuckle from particularly stupid and spontaneous utterances but his patience wasn't what it maybe could be.
The she-cat let out a sigh, her ear twitching slightly. Some days, she appreciated being stuck in this camp with all of these cats while her mother worked. Other days, she, like Hamilton, felt particularly troubled by the absence of any real thought that managed to make it through the minds of the normies. Perhaps this was a problem, in that it was suggesting that she was beginning to have a superiority complex. However, would that be particularly unheard of for the child of the Tsar, especially the smartest child of her?
She pondered this absently, before Teminine happened to cross paths with Hamilton. Interest piqued in her gaze. He looked like he was thinking about something, and although she was convinced it probably wasn't much, something was still better than the nothing most podas considered.
"I'd like to think they'd be worth a little more than that. At-least two pebbles for sure." Hamilton countered with a crooked smile, before he turned to look at who it was that addressed him. His thoughts halted for a moment as he noted the Tsar's daughter before he reminded himself that he was trying to be less obsessed with the royal line. Trying to forget the envy that plagued him at being born into 'something'.
