- Mar 3, 2024
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Ah, a rainy day. Lionkit had never really minded them much, but lately, being confined to the nursery was rather... uncomfortable. He and his littermates had outgrown the small space that was meant for nursing queens and their small babies. They were ready to be apprentices, to graduate onto the roomier den where they would have their own nests. Lionkit would miss curling up next to Bobbie and falling asleep in the presence of her comforting scent, but he was also looking forward to a space that was less crowded.
The torbie point stares outside as raindrops pelt the earth, blue hues observing quietly as the sounds of mischief and play battle commence from behind him. Other kits had taken to occupying their time with games, but Lionkit didn't feel like wrestling right now. He just wanted to sit and watch the rain.
A single droplet invades the maw of the den, landing square on Lionkit's paw and drawing their attention to the wet spot. Their eyes cast downward at their tabby and spotted limbs, which eventually transform into a brighter cream hue toward their belly. Long wisps of fur protrude from their chest; they are growing into themselves, it seems. Lionkit wonders how big and hairy Blazestar really was. He's always heard that he was one of the fluffiest cats ever to live in the forest.
He snaps back into reality, turning his head and glancing over his shoulder to see the form of Butterflytuft overseeing playtime. Someone had once told Lionkit that Butterflytuft had been his father's apprentice, which he found hard to believe. Then again, he had only known Butterflytuft as a queen; he had never seen her hunt or fight or anything like that. Lionkit wonders if he had taught her a lot. He wonders what it would have been like to train under him. "Butterflytuft?" The torbie point mewed gently, turning away from the rainstorm outside to approach the tortoiseshell she-cat.
Lionkit doesn't get invadingly close, but he's more comfortable around the other nursery resident than many other clanmates. Not one day has gone by without being in her presence. Blazestar hadn't any siblings, nor had Bobbie, so... perhaps she was the closest cat that Lionkit had to an aunt. "Was it hard being my Papa's apprentice?" Was that why she had opted to stay in the nursery even after her kits had become apprentices? Maybe "Did he teach you anything cool?" Rounded eyes bore into those of the queen, expecting Butterflytuft to tell him some sort of secret. Maybe she would confide in him about an exclusive fighting or hunting move that only Blazestar knew, and then Lionkit could use it in his apprenticeship to impress his mentor! They waited in anticipation, though not visibly antsy or pushy toward the she-cat in the fashion that perhaps his siblings would be.
The torbie point stares outside as raindrops pelt the earth, blue hues observing quietly as the sounds of mischief and play battle commence from behind him. Other kits had taken to occupying their time with games, but Lionkit didn't feel like wrestling right now. He just wanted to sit and watch the rain.
A single droplet invades the maw of the den, landing square on Lionkit's paw and drawing their attention to the wet spot. Their eyes cast downward at their tabby and spotted limbs, which eventually transform into a brighter cream hue toward their belly. Long wisps of fur protrude from their chest; they are growing into themselves, it seems. Lionkit wonders how big and hairy Blazestar really was. He's always heard that he was one of the fluffiest cats ever to live in the forest.
He snaps back into reality, turning his head and glancing over his shoulder to see the form of Butterflytuft overseeing playtime. Someone had once told Lionkit that Butterflytuft had been his father's apprentice, which he found hard to believe. Then again, he had only known Butterflytuft as a queen; he had never seen her hunt or fight or anything like that. Lionkit wonders if he had taught her a lot. He wonders what it would have been like to train under him. "Butterflytuft?" The torbie point mewed gently, turning away from the rainstorm outside to approach the tortoiseshell she-cat.
Lionkit doesn't get invadingly close, but he's more comfortable around the other nursery resident than many other clanmates. Not one day has gone by without being in her presence. Blazestar hadn't any siblings, nor had Bobbie, so... perhaps she was the closest cat that Lionkit had to an aunt. "Was it hard being my Papa's apprentice?" Was that why she had opted to stay in the nursery even after her kits had become apprentices? Maybe "Did he teach you anything cool?" Rounded eyes bore into those of the queen, expecting Butterflytuft to tell him some sort of secret. Maybe she would confide in him about an exclusive fighting or hunting move that only Blazestar knew, and then Lionkit could use it in his apprenticeship to impress his mentor! They waited in anticipation, though not visibly antsy or pushy toward the she-cat in the fashion that perhaps his siblings would be.
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@butterflytuft and Lionkit
... are both stuck in the nursery on a rainy day. Recalling being informed Butterflytuft was Blazestar’s apprentice, Lionkit asks the queen to share stories of what it was like being his father’s apprentice. Does Lionkit feel a connection to his late father through Butterflytuft, knowing that she is a product of his teachings? Does Butterflytuft see signs of her late mentor in Lionkit? -
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