- Jun 3, 2024
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To any onlookers, it would appear as though Wrenkit had only recently learned how to communicate between mind and body, to have an idea of what they wanted to do and be able to tell their body how to do it. If anyone had been watching, they would have seen small flashes of white, orange, and brown worming through the gorse bush that adorned the top of the nursery. They weren't even particularly sure themself how they ended up in the bush. Limbs and tail flailed about as they tried getting themself out of the nursery on their own, accompanied by a harsh refusal of any help. When the amorphous colors finally emerged, however, it was not a newborn, nor even a kitten younger than a moon. Wrenkit was an entire three moons of age, and their ability to knock into everything and everyone, and barely have a grasp on where they existed in space, was almost impressive. What was even more impressive was how oblivious of it they were.
Wren finally appeared out of the nursery. They shook back and forth once or twice to return the fluff of their pelt, and carried on their way as though this dramatic entrance were an average occurrence. And with that, they could carry on their day.
They were going to... they had plans... and the plans were to...
Hm. Wren paused, the first look of frustration adorning their face. They were going to do something... but whatever it was had seemingly vanished entirely from their mind. They turned around, walking in small circles, looking back at the nursery, then back at the camp, then back at the nursery, then back at camp. Perhaps a visual cue would spark the idea back in their mind. But no, nothing. A small and unintentional growl escaped their throat, as if threatening their own brain. No amount of threats, however, brought the thoughts back to their mind. And so, with a great sigh, they plopped onto the ground beneath them, a puff of dust adding to the flair of drama required for this ruinous moment.
As if Starclan had heard their frustration, right as Wren flopped to the ground, a flicker crossed their path. right in front of their little snout was a creature. Small, skittery, segmented, and with many, many legs. A spider. All thoughts of the thoughts Wren had lost were gone, and now their mind was filled with adoration for this creature in front of them. They studied the spider, counting its legs, noting its color and the variations throughout it (it almost looked spotted, like Wren was), examining its size that was even smaller than their paws. The kit had discovered a sudden, new love. This thing was amazing. After every single detail had been taken in, there was only one detail left unknown. I wonder how it tastes...
Just as the spider started walking away, Wrenkit leapt up to all four paws, and lurched their face forward. With a crunch, they bit the spider, chewed and chewed and chewed, and finally swallowed. It was... different. Nothing like a mouse or a rabbit or a bird. There was much more of a crispy texture, and the taste was much less rich. But, if they were being honest with themself, it was kinda tasty.
And with that, a new question appeared in their mind: What about other bugs?
They'd gained recognition of one spider. But there were probably a whole bunch of kinds of spiders. And they probably all looked different and they probably all tasted different. So Wrenkit had discovered their plan for the day. Eat bugs. Lots of bugs. And the search began.
Wren finally appeared out of the nursery. They shook back and forth once or twice to return the fluff of their pelt, and carried on their way as though this dramatic entrance were an average occurrence. And with that, they could carry on their day.
They were going to... they had plans... and the plans were to...
Hm. Wren paused, the first look of frustration adorning their face. They were going to do something... but whatever it was had seemingly vanished entirely from their mind. They turned around, walking in small circles, looking back at the nursery, then back at the camp, then back at the nursery, then back at camp. Perhaps a visual cue would spark the idea back in their mind. But no, nothing. A small and unintentional growl escaped their throat, as if threatening their own brain. No amount of threats, however, brought the thoughts back to their mind. And so, with a great sigh, they plopped onto the ground beneath them, a puff of dust adding to the flair of drama required for this ruinous moment.
As if Starclan had heard their frustration, right as Wren flopped to the ground, a flicker crossed their path. right in front of their little snout was a creature. Small, skittery, segmented, and with many, many legs. A spider. All thoughts of the thoughts Wren had lost were gone, and now their mind was filled with adoration for this creature in front of them. They studied the spider, counting its legs, noting its color and the variations throughout it (it almost looked spotted, like Wren was), examining its size that was even smaller than their paws. The kit had discovered a sudden, new love. This thing was amazing. After every single detail had been taken in, there was only one detail left unknown. I wonder how it tastes...
Just as the spider started walking away, Wrenkit leapt up to all four paws, and lurched their face forward. With a crunch, they bit the spider, chewed and chewed and chewed, and finally swallowed. It was... different. Nothing like a mouse or a rabbit or a bird. There was much more of a crispy texture, and the taste was much less rich. But, if they were being honest with themself, it was kinda tasty.
And with that, a new question appeared in their mind: What about other bugs?
They'd gained recognition of one spider. But there were probably a whole bunch of kinds of spiders. And they probably all looked different and they probably all tasted different. So Wrenkit had discovered their plan for the day. Eat bugs. Lots of bugs. And the search began.