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- am i just an animal,, digging into rabbit holes -
Restless. All he knew is that this morning was moving far more slowly than any morning ever had before. Ever. In all of history.
Usually Mythkit busied his time by watching the other cats of the clan come and go, trying to figure out where they were coming from, and what they would do next. He had gotten pretty good at it, good enough to have the routines of a handful of warriors memorized. Those ones were boring though. The cats that he couldn't read were far more interesting. Overall, it seemed like his clanmates were merely creatures of habit, and that he was going to be stuck in the nursery forever.
Wallowing in his own misfortune, Mythkit stepped closer to the entrance of the den before flopping onto his side, eyes fixed on the outside world. Before long he was rolling around in the dirt - an activity that had become so fixating to him that he almost didn't notice the small, bright green lizard that crawled up onto the top of a nearby rock, just a pounce away from where he laid.
Immediately, Mythkit was at attention, his green eyes widened impossibly big, locked onto the critter. This lizard was brave, but he would fix that. In one fluid motion, he dropped into a crouch, and immediately pounced. Unfortunately, he was going to have to work on his pounces, as he hadn't made it remotely close to his prey - in fact, he wasn't even quite facing int the right direction anymore. It was just enough to send the small reptile flying in the opposite direction.
As soon as it left his sight, Mythkit broke into a mad dash after it, his feet scrambling under him as fast as they could go. He used his claws to gain traction in the dirt, which only served to kick up a cloud of dust behind him as he tore through camp, weaving between warriors' feet and knocking into anyone who got in his way without a thought.
