- Aug 4, 2024
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Howlkit crouches in the far corner of the den, his amber eyes flickering toward Yippingkit. He watches quietly from the shadows, his mind a mix of curiosity and hesitation. Something stirs deep inside him as he watches his sibling, a faint flicker of desire he rarely acknowledges—the need to be part of something, to feel like a kit for once and not the wary survivor. He flexes his claws against the cool earth, glancing around the den to ensure no one else is watching too closely. Maybe just this once, with nobody looking...? Lowering his body until his belly brushes the ground, Howlkit moves with the precision of a hunter, each step measured and silent. His eyes never leave Yippingkit, who may be sleeping or simply relaxing, completely unaware of Howlkit’s approach. His breath hitches in his throat as adrenaline surges through him, sharpening his focus. He digs his claws into the dirt beneath him for leverage, feeling the tension coil in his legs, ready to spring.
In one swift, fluid motion, Howlkit leaps from his place. His large frame sails through the air, paws outstretched, as he lets out a low grunt of determination. The impact comes fast and sudden—he crashes into Yippingkit with a soft thud, sending them both rolling across the den floor in a blur of fur and tangled limbs. He huffs as he throws his weight to the side, rolling over to push the other kitten toward the ground. Howlkit’s paws press firmly against Yippingkit’s shoulders, his amber eyes gleaming with something unfamiliar—excitement. Howlkit remains silent, as is normal for him, but his lips twitch into the smallest hint of a smile as he tries to wrestle Yippingkit into a pin. His movements are careful, restrained despite the excitement thrumming through him. He isn’t used to this—to letting go, even for a moment—but as Yippingkit wriggles beneath him, Howlkit feels the walls around him crack, just a little.
@YIPPINGKIT
In one swift, fluid motion, Howlkit leaps from his place. His large frame sails through the air, paws outstretched, as he lets out a low grunt of determination. The impact comes fast and sudden—he crashes into Yippingkit with a soft thud, sending them both rolling across the den floor in a blur of fur and tangled limbs. He huffs as he throws his weight to the side, rolling over to push the other kitten toward the ground. Howlkit’s paws press firmly against Yippingkit’s shoulders, his amber eyes gleaming with something unfamiliar—excitement. Howlkit remains silent, as is normal for him, but his lips twitch into the smallest hint of a smile as he tries to wrestle Yippingkit into a pin. His movements are careful, restrained despite the excitement thrumming through him. He isn’t used to this—to letting go, even for a moment—but as Yippingkit wriggles beneath him, Howlkit feels the walls around him crack, just a little.
@YIPPINGKIT