- May 22, 2023
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I LOVE YOU SO, SO, SO, SO MUCH
eggkit | 03 months | male | he/him | physically easy | mentally easy | attack in bold #108297
eggkit | 03 months | male | he/him | physically easy | mentally easy | attack in bold #108297
eggkit has always been fascinated by the world around him - from the birds to the bees to the trees, everything is a mystery for the boy to puzzle out, to learn and to grow. But todays find is something more than simple knowledge - no, when blue grey gaze lands upon a strange finding within the camp, half crushed under-paw by some passing warrior, he feels nothing but a possessive want. That's his - even if he's not sure what exactly it is just yet.
Chubby limbs carry round frame forwards to star down at the pale glimmering shape, all fluttery ad glittering with a strange sort of pattern - almost like the scales of the snake they'd played with, but not quite. No, this creature is more delicate and dainty - and very, very dead. He feels only a breif moment of sadness for the insect before his paw is scooping up its remnants - one tattered wing, the other whole, and he stares. "Pretty..." he mumbles, words soft and quiet.
he's seen others 'accessorizing' - especially his sister, cherrykit, who seems to really like doing so. And now he wants to - wants this pretty thing to be his. Paws are clumsy and awkward as he works, sitting down right where he stood to work the white and black-speckled wings into his neck fur not far from his ear. When he is done, lacking any sort of way to see himself with no puddles lying about, he toddles on over to the nearest clanmate, round face blinking up at them in curiosity. "Am I pretty now?"
Chubby limbs carry round frame forwards to star down at the pale glimmering shape, all fluttery ad glittering with a strange sort of pattern - almost like the scales of the snake they'd played with, but not quite. No, this creature is more delicate and dainty - and very, very dead. He feels only a breif moment of sadness for the insect before his paw is scooping up its remnants - one tattered wing, the other whole, and he stares. "Pretty..." he mumbles, words soft and quiet.
he's seen others 'accessorizing' - especially his sister, cherrykit, who seems to really like doing so. And now he wants to - wants this pretty thing to be his. Paws are clumsy and awkward as he works, sitting down right where he stood to work the white and black-speckled wings into his neck fur not far from his ear. When he is done, lacking any sort of way to see himself with no puddles lying about, he toddles on over to the nearest clanmate, round face blinking up at them in curiosity. "Am I pretty now?"