- Aug 2, 2024
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ERMINEKIT
he/him || 3 moons || WindClan Kit
On today's agenda was the typical things; eat, be the best kit in the whole of WindClan, and cause general havoc. Yup, Erminekit was completely booked up, not a single time slot was open! A really busy guy. The mouse he'd had that morning sits warm in his belly, and now he just has to figure out what he's going to do next, take a nap, or play a little game. Well... the answer seems quite obvious now that he's thought about it, doesn't it? Who'd want to take a nap? Boring! Play time it is!
Dashing over to his nest in the nursery, white tipped paws pushing back some of the materials to get to his prize: a perfectly sculpted moss-ball he kept hidden from everyone else. It's his prize... no one else is allowed to get their paws on it just in case they destroy it. Oh boy, the unfortunate soul who ruined his very favorite moss-ball would never be redeemed of the atrocity in Erminekit's eyes. Prize in tow, Erminekit trots into the clearing again, where there's a little more space to play, and settles down to bat the toy around, fur puffed out as he chases after it and then tosses it into the air again all the while mrowing with delight as he plays by himself. It wasn't that Erminekit didn't have any friends to play with (because he totally does and anyone who says otherwise is a liar and is slandering his good name!), but playing by himself was just as much - sometimes even more - fun than playing with other kits his age.
"Hya! Take that you fiendish beast!" Erminekit declares as he kicks the toy away from himself, quickly dashing to get to the other side of it, scooping it up with his claws and throwing it again except - oh no - he threw it too far!!! No!!! And, oh great StarClan... it's heading right for Featherspine!! NOOOO!!! ANYONE BUT HER!! SHE ALWAYS LOOKS SO MEAN AND SHE MIGHT YELL AT HIM!! "STOP THAT MOSS-BALL!!!" He cried, sprinting after it in the warrior's direction, trying desperately to get there first, but... his legs are still too short to be particularly speedy...!
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Dashing over to his nest in the nursery, white tipped paws pushing back some of the materials to get to his prize: a perfectly sculpted moss-ball he kept hidden from everyone else. It's his prize... no one else is allowed to get their paws on it just in case they destroy it. Oh boy, the unfortunate soul who ruined his very favorite moss-ball would never be redeemed of the atrocity in Erminekit's eyes. Prize in tow, Erminekit trots into the clearing again, where there's a little more space to play, and settles down to bat the toy around, fur puffed out as he chases after it and then tosses it into the air again all the while mrowing with delight as he plays by himself. It wasn't that Erminekit didn't have any friends to play with (because he totally does and anyone who says otherwise is a liar and is slandering his good name!), but playing by himself was just as much - sometimes even more - fun than playing with other kits his age.
"Hya! Take that you fiendish beast!" Erminekit declares as he kicks the toy away from himself, quickly dashing to get to the other side of it, scooping it up with his claws and throwing it again except - oh no - he threw it too far!!! No!!! And, oh great StarClan... it's heading right for Featherspine!! NOOOO!!! ANYONE BUT HER!! SHE ALWAYS LOOKS SO MEAN AND SHE MIGHT YELL AT HIM!! "STOP THAT MOSS-BALL!!!" He cried, sprinting after it in the warrior's direction, trying desperately to get there first, but... his legs are still too short to be particularly speedy...!
{please wait for @FEATHERSPINE before replying !!}