private CACOPHANY OF BONE \ coltkit

STORMKIT

THE TRIVIAL SUBLIME
Jul 5, 2024
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Kittypet, Clanborn, he didn't care. Didn't really know the difference either. All he knew was nursery mates, kits, not-kits ... eh, didn't really matter where they came from of what they cared about, or anything like that. Coltkit was cool most of the time, and Stormkit didn't mind one bit where he came from... and he'd heard ('cos he heard about a lot of things) that Coltkit was pretty good in a playfight.

He had to have steely muscles to be a good warrior, because ... well, he didn't really know what reflexes were, but apparently his weren't very good. And that needed to be improved upon. He'd learn the right way to do stuff, but he knew you could definitely only do that with a bunch of practice. "Hey!" The lanky kit's tone wasn't quite aggressive, but it was an abrupt sound, and he prodded Coltkit as he said it. His head lolled to the side. "Hey, Coltkit. I heard you're real good at hitting," and it wasn't really very graceful, but he didn't need to be! Hitting, games, they weren't graceful ... he needed to steel himself!

"So hit me, go on!" Hard, he was hoping! Yeah- he'd bite, if he thought Coltkit was pulling his punches.

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