- Feb 26, 2024
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There is very little reason behind the trouble that Sparrowkit planned to cause today.
Flamewhisker's new kits were born recently, still blindly crawling about the nest as usual. Sparrowkit loved him, and promised to play with them one day - but his infatuation quickly waned once he realized.. Flamewhisker's attention was all spent now. She was always tired, always telling him that they would play later. She was.. sad, too, with Flycatcher dying. He didn't understand death the same way, but he knew to leave her alone, for now. So, he'd go to Moonwhisper or Roeflame instead. They wouldn't play with him either! Just like Flamewhisker, they were exhausted and paying attention to their own kits.
Of course, he'd approach the other kits, as well. But they didn't treat him the same as they treated their nestmates - he wasn't their sibling, and he wasn't even their age. He was too big for them, not wanting to play baby games anymore. Sparrowkit wanted them to play his games, but they wouldn't understand.
With all this considered, Sparrowkit felt quite left out amongst the nursery cats. The adults were always too busy sleeping or watching their children, and he was never on the same page as the other kits. There was a new feeling that he couldn't quite identify, but certainly felt - a mixture of angry and sad, like he was reaching for something he couldn't quite grasp. For days now, he'd spend his time stomping about the den and complaining that he was bored, or lonely, or whatever emotion he was feeling that he didn't know how to put away. The queens, exasperated as they were, didn't give him many solutions besides go outside and play.
All these emotions, this unknowing jealousy that he couldn't identify, was getting to be too much to handle. That is why, albeit illogically, Sparrowkit was doing what he was doing now. While Roeflame and her kittens were out in the clearing, Sparrowkit had gathered a bunch of sticks - some small, some long, but all pointy. With his bundle, away from the busy eyes of the other queens, he'd stow them away in Roeflame's nest, weaving them into the moss until it was less of a bed and more of a pokey mess. It was the perfect plan to him - if they couldn't lay down, then they'd just have to stay awake and play with him, right? And - if anybody asked - he could blame one of the other kits, so Roeflame's and Moonwhisper's kits wouldn't play with each other anymore, and they would have to play with him instead! It was flawless!
Little did he know, that somebody else had been watching..
Flamewhisker's new kits were born recently, still blindly crawling about the nest as usual. Sparrowkit loved him, and promised to play with them one day - but his infatuation quickly waned once he realized.. Flamewhisker's attention was all spent now. She was always tired, always telling him that they would play later. She was.. sad, too, with Flycatcher dying. He didn't understand death the same way, but he knew to leave her alone, for now. So, he'd go to Moonwhisper or Roeflame instead. They wouldn't play with him either! Just like Flamewhisker, they were exhausted and paying attention to their own kits.
Of course, he'd approach the other kits, as well. But they didn't treat him the same as they treated their nestmates - he wasn't their sibling, and he wasn't even their age. He was too big for them, not wanting to play baby games anymore. Sparrowkit wanted them to play his games, but they wouldn't understand.
With all this considered, Sparrowkit felt quite left out amongst the nursery cats. The adults were always too busy sleeping or watching their children, and he was never on the same page as the other kits. There was a new feeling that he couldn't quite identify, but certainly felt - a mixture of angry and sad, like he was reaching for something he couldn't quite grasp. For days now, he'd spend his time stomping about the den and complaining that he was bored, or lonely, or whatever emotion he was feeling that he didn't know how to put away. The queens, exasperated as they were, didn't give him many solutions besides go outside and play.
All these emotions, this unknowing jealousy that he couldn't identify, was getting to be too much to handle. That is why, albeit illogically, Sparrowkit was doing what he was doing now. While Roeflame and her kittens were out in the clearing, Sparrowkit had gathered a bunch of sticks - some small, some long, but all pointy. With his bundle, away from the busy eyes of the other queens, he'd stow them away in Roeflame's nest, weaving them into the moss until it was less of a bed and more of a pokey mess. It was the perfect plan to him - if they couldn't lay down, then they'd just have to stay awake and play with him, right? And - if anybody asked - he could blame one of the other kits, so Roeflame's and Moonwhisper's kits wouldn't play with each other anymore, and they would have to play with him instead! It was flawless!
Little did he know, that somebody else had been watching..
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SPARROWKIT
━━ KIT of THUNDERCLAN
━━ 4 MOONS ,, ages every 26th
━━ NPC xx NPC ; adopted by FLAMEWHISKER
━━ ADOPTED SIBLING to SCORCHEDKIT, MOTHKIT, SUNKIT, SQUIRRELKIT
━━ MATE to none | PARENT to none
━━ MENTOR to none | MENTORED by none