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Post by aberrantfox on Jul 26, 2019 19:22:41 GMT -5
The small she-kit bounded out of the nursery. Her calico pelt like velcro to the pieces of moss clinging to it. She giggled as she rolled a helpless fuzzy caterpillar over with her paws. Her bobbed stub of a tail flicking wildly where a tail would have lashed excitedly. Cherrykit, growing tired of the caterpillar hopped over it, careful not to land on it, and padded towards the freshkill pile. Maybe if she could sneak a mouse away she could pretend to hunt it! She eyed the small pile and sand her teeth into a small mouse. Its body half covered by a squirrel and another larger mouse. She yanked on its paw, the pile slipping. Frustrated she yanked harder. With a small yip the pile can tumbling down burying the small she-kit.
Doestar, sitting outside his den with his eyes closed against the sun and a small, contented smile on his face as he soaked up the warmth, opened one eye and glanced over at the kit’s squeal. What is it, he thought amusedly, with me and kits and creepy-crawly bugs? “Is there someone tryna raid my Clan’s fresh-kill pile?” he mock-growled, creeping over to where Cherrykit was buried out of sight. “There are terrible consequences for stealing.”
He pulled a squirrel off of the kit and let out a huge gasp, staring down at her. “Intruder!”
Post by aberrantfox on Jul 29, 2019 14:38:07 GMT -5
"No Doestar!" she exclaimed sprawled on her back with her paws raised above her batting at the air between herself and the leader. "Its me Cherrykit! I'm not an intruder!" she giggled rocking back and forth on the curve of her back reaching for the tom's whiskers.
“Cherrykit!” Doestar exclaimed, positively aghast with feigned shock. He touched his paw to his heart and fell back with a dramatic sigh of relief, like the momentary fear had been too much for him. “You scared me. What were you doing in there, huh? Trying to become a mouse?” He sat up a little and frowned at her. “Come to think of it, your ears are looking a little rounder... Squeak, squeak? Can you understand me?”
Post by aberrantfox on Jul 30, 2019 10:47:11 GMT -5
Cherrykit rolled back to her paws. Her eyes large with surprise. She ducked down, her little paws raised on either side of her head to cover her tiny kit ears. "Are they? Oh no! I don't want to be a mouse!" she fussed as she pawed at her ears. "I was trying to catch one! Not turn into one! she shot the mouse beside her a nasty look before returning big blue eyes up at Doestar. "I dont want to be a mouse Doestar."
Doestar clicked his tongue and shook his head, dragging himself to his paws and beginning to slowly pad away from the kit. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, there’s nothing I can do. You’re turning into a mouse, whether we like it or no. Squeak, squeak, little one.” Suddenly, he stopped and drew in another gasp, glancing at Cherrykit over his shoulder with a thoughtful frown. “Well, actually, there might be one thing we can try.”
He ducked his head, glancing around warily, and slunk back to her on his tip-toes. “Okay,” he whispered, like it was some big, important secret. He set her with a serious stare. “Here’s what you have to do. You’ve gotta catch one butterfly, three beetles, two ants, and the prettiest flower you can possibly find inside the camp — and then, you have to bring them all back here — without hurting them — spin around three times, jump up and down like a bean, go like this—“ He shook his head wildly and made a bllrrhhrlhrhr sound, “— and then tell your best, most funniest joke. If you do all that, you’ll be a cat again. Now, go! Go! We haven’t a second to spare! Ah!” He let out a squeal. “You’re growing little tickly mouse whiskers!”
