- Feb 9, 2023
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Cottonkit lingers. Mealtime is over, and most of her siblings have escaped the nursery to enjoy the last rays of sun before nightfall comes. Most, but not Harrierkit. The grey furred she-kit had half a mind to follow the others when she spotted her brother, instead, picking through scraps and eating what the rest of them didn't finish. His belly seems to never be full, huh? Cottonkit finds it kind of funny, and stays behind with her brother so that he doesn't have to be alone. After all, even with his rough edges, she still loves him.
However his silence isn't welcome. It's normal, absolutely - but it's not something she likes. So she picks through her mind for something fun to talk about, whilst he pulls the remains off of the bone of yet another piece of prey. Her ears twitch when she finally gauges something that he might enjoy, too. "Harrierkit!" She sparks suddenly, her voice pitching just as it does. She pays no mind to if she startles him or not, simply speaking more, "Who d'you think Ma will apprentice us to? There are so many cool moor runners and tunnelers..." Not to mention, who might be made a warrior come their time.
Regardless of his interest, she plucks names from her mind and serves them to him readily, "I think Ma will give Sunstride to you. Or Badgermoon. Someone important," she flexes her claws into the tough ground beneath them, more than eager to continue the discussion, even if he doesn't wish to. "Or! Maybe Gravelpaw will be a warrior then. It'd be funny if Gravel...pelt -" she's no good at names, and she knows it - "becomes your mentor...!"
@HARRIERKIT
However his silence isn't welcome. It's normal, absolutely - but it's not something she likes. So she picks through her mind for something fun to talk about, whilst he pulls the remains off of the bone of yet another piece of prey. Her ears twitch when she finally gauges something that he might enjoy, too. "Harrierkit!" She sparks suddenly, her voice pitching just as it does. She pays no mind to if she startles him or not, simply speaking more, "Who d'you think Ma will apprentice us to? There are so many cool moor runners and tunnelers..." Not to mention, who might be made a warrior come their time.
Regardless of his interest, she plucks names from her mind and serves them to him readily, "I think Ma will give Sunstride to you. Or Badgermoon. Someone important," she flexes her claws into the tough ground beneath them, more than eager to continue the discussion, even if he doesn't wish to. "Or! Maybe Gravelpaw will be a warrior then. It'd be funny if Gravel...pelt -" she's no good at names, and she knows it - "becomes your mentor...!"
@HARRIERKIT