While no stranger to naps, Luckykit still much prefers resting within the walls of the nursery; camp simply feels a tad exposed to him, even if it doesn't seem like any of the other warriors and apprentices have a problem with it. Despite this, however, he still finds himself stretched out alongside Scorchkit and a few other kits, no longer drowsing but instead staring at nothing in particular through half-lidded eyes. It felt good to just lie about at times, especially when he considers the fact that once they're apprentices there won't be time for stuff like this, with their days instead full of...well, whatever it was apprentices did. Training, learning about tunnels (or the moors, though he doubts he'll be doing much of that), chores and stuff, he supposes. Abruptly, the sound of Sootstar's voice cuts through his thoughts - was she talking to them? Quickly, he glances around at his fellow kits, confirming that they, too, had heard her call, before turning back to Sootstar herself. "Pests?" he repeats dubiously, drawing himself up from the ground to peer not only in his leader's direction but past, to her den. She was inviting them in, just like that?
With no fanfare, Scorchkit is off, slipping into Sootstar's den, and not wanting to be left sitting dumb in the dust, Luckykit scrambles after her, giving Sootstar a hasty head-bob of a nod and hesitating only at his first step in. With no description, there could be any manner of things within - though, really, it couldn't be anything too terrible, he supposes, since she had searched out the help of kits rather than warriors. What alerts him to what these pests are is the crunch of one beneath Scorchkit's paw, and then he's quick to recognize the swarming beetles taking over. "Bugs...again?" he says aloud, a measure of displeasure in his voice. Why did it have to be bugs? Still, he has no plans to ignore Sootstar's request, so Luckykit edges towards the nearest beetle, cautiously prodding at it with one paw. When nothing happens, he adds more pressure, mimicking his sister, though when it finally cracks beneath his paw he jumps a step back, face screwed up. Wholly unpleasant is how he would describe the feeling, though a glance over at Scorchkit reveals none of the revulsion he so prominently displayed (or, at least, she was better at hiding it, maybe), so he tries again, another exoskeleton giving way. That one was...better, maybe; he can pretend it is, at least, falling into a stilted rhythm of crushing and cracking.
[ PENNED BY HIJINKS ]
