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Brine-tyke bounced around Post Kilo, his small tortoiseshell body and fluffy tail going up and down as he chased around a moss ball. The young tom's pale sandy-brown eyes were bright as he played, though it was rather obvious he was behind for his age. The tyke was far less coordinated, though if the stumbles irritated him, the runt didn't really show it, getting up determined to get the ball that he batted around.
He hit one of the stones on the ground, this one embedded into the earth, tripping the kitten and sending him head over heals sprawling with a groan as he landed on his back, staring at the ceiling of the cavern.
Terra-tyke had been curled up peacefully his her mother's nest, napping the afternoon away with her blonde, feather-like tail wrapped tightly around her for warmth. Gardenia had left for the afternoon to help out with a patrol on the surface, and had left her oldest daughter in charge of watching her siblings until she returned...though obviously Terra-tyke wasn't particularly doing a good job of watching them.
The sound of Brine-tyke tripping and flying across the Post with a loud 'thud' caused her dark-green eyes to shoot open, the little she-cat startled upright from her sleep but the sudden noise. Her head snapping to the source of the sound, she let out a gasp at the sight of her little brother laying on his back and let out a gasp, leaping to her paws as she bounded frantically over to him. "Brine-tyke! Are you okay?! You're not hurt, are you? Do I need to fetch a Raiser? Oh geez, I told you to be careful-!"
Post by Honeystorm on Nov 28, 2020 23:02:22 GMT -5
The young tom was fine. Perhaps a bit stunned and he'd definitely have a bruise, but otherwise he was perfectly okay. "My paw does hurt a little bit..." Brine-tyke wasn't necessarily lying, but the way he spoke implied his 'injury' was worse than the reality, largely because the runt enjoyed being coddled. So he just leaned into the attention it gave him, despite the fact there was generally no cause for concern.
