- Feb 21, 2023
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"YOU ARE THE RIVER OF LIGHT THAT I LOVE"
The cold of leaf-bare had settled deep into the roots of the forest, even with the blazing sun providing its warmth. No matter how far into Wrenflutter's coat he buried himself, Duckkit felt the chill seep into his bones. This season was difficult for every cat in the forest, but he saw how it hit the nursery particularly hard. He currently had his legs and arms tucked beneath him, staring at the nursery wall with a scowl on his darkened maw. How, in Thunderclan's infinite wisdom, had they not figured out heated dens? Duckkit thought of his mother, how her long fur was all-consuming and always warming. He thought of the sun, and how its rays could grow life from the empty forest floor. Surely Howlingstar could incorporate something like that into the nursery?
His paws shuffled beneath him, it seemed as though his nest was sucking the warmth straight out of him instead of conserving it. With a frustrated thump of his tail on the den floor, Duckkit stretched lazily into a standing position. Trying to nap seemed futile, and he was starting to get bored with staying in his bubble all day. With his recent exposures to camp, he was becoming increasingly curious about the world around him, but more specifically his clanmates. He had met a few interesting characters, an apprentice with a dangerously infectious smile, an ex-kittypet who told captivating stories, and even a warrior with a stubbed tail much like his own. But the cat he found himself closest to was fellow kit, Stormkit. Likely due to their closeness in age, Duckkit found himself talking to her more and more as he opened up. His new multi-colored friend was fairly skittish as far as he could tell, but Duckkit's laid-back and slow-paced ways had made it easier for the two to bond.
Giving his chest fluff a few quick licks to smooth down his cowlicks, Duckkit ambled to where Stormkit was sitting. Hovering around her, he found himself struggling with how to approach the small molly. He knew he was bored, he knew he was cold, and he knew he wanted to talk to her. "Stormkit," He cleared his throat, careful to do so quietly as per his mother's last warning, "We should insulate our fur!" is what he spits out, his brain combining all of his problems into one incoherent sentence. It was now time to work with what he had. "Like the nursery, they have brambles and stuff to keep us warm, why don't we?" he furthered, his voice faltering in several places due to the sheer absurdity of his proposal. Despite the idea being made up on the spot, Duckkit couldn't help but feel a little proud of his quick thinking.
His paws shuffled beneath him, it seemed as though his nest was sucking the warmth straight out of him instead of conserving it. With a frustrated thump of his tail on the den floor, Duckkit stretched lazily into a standing position. Trying to nap seemed futile, and he was starting to get bored with staying in his bubble all day. With his recent exposures to camp, he was becoming increasingly curious about the world around him, but more specifically his clanmates. He had met a few interesting characters, an apprentice with a dangerously infectious smile, an ex-kittypet who told captivating stories, and even a warrior with a stubbed tail much like his own. But the cat he found himself closest to was fellow kit, Stormkit. Likely due to their closeness in age, Duckkit found himself talking to her more and more as he opened up. His new multi-colored friend was fairly skittish as far as he could tell, but Duckkit's laid-back and slow-paced ways had made it easier for the two to bond.
Giving his chest fluff a few quick licks to smooth down his cowlicks, Duckkit ambled to where Stormkit was sitting. Hovering around her, he found himself struggling with how to approach the small molly. He knew he was bored, he knew he was cold, and he knew he wanted to talk to her. "Stormkit," He cleared his throat, careful to do so quietly as per his mother's last warning, "We should insulate our fur!" is what he spits out, his brain combining all of his problems into one incoherent sentence. It was now time to work with what he had. "Like the nursery, they have brambles and stuff to keep us warm, why don't we?" he furthered, his voice faltering in several places due to the sheer absurdity of his proposal. Despite the idea being made up on the spot, Duckkit couldn't help but feel a little proud of his quick thinking.
