- May 1, 2024
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"Your claws, Onyxkit!! You've gotta keep them out if you wanna skate!"
Rivuletpaw seems keen on holding onto her nursery friendships. Cragpaw was nice enough to entertain her whilst she was still deemed a kit, after all, and it only feels right to share that trust and experience with more of the kittens of the nursery. Especially after such... harrowing times. Her mother would be proud of her, she thinks. A friend to all is exactly who Robinheart would've wanted her to be. (... Who would've Brookstorm wished her to be?)
"And stay on the ice," she demonstrates - far from a proper show, given that she wobbles as she glides across the wide, icy puddle that's invaded their camp. Her claws score shallow marks into the surface, deeper ones as she fumbles and falls forward, her muzzle luckily landing in a plot of muck and mud rather than the ice itself. She sits up, shakes it off, and offers a half hearted laugh, "Okay... maybe not like that. But who knows, you could be better at this than me!"
[ @ONYXKIT :3 ]
Rivuletpaw seems keen on holding onto her nursery friendships. Cragpaw was nice enough to entertain her whilst she was still deemed a kit, after all, and it only feels right to share that trust and experience with more of the kittens of the nursery. Especially after such... harrowing times. Her mother would be proud of her, she thinks. A friend to all is exactly who Robinheart would've wanted her to be. (... Who would've Brookstorm wished her to be?)
"And stay on the ice," she demonstrates - far from a proper show, given that she wobbles as she glides across the wide, icy puddle that's invaded their camp. Her claws score shallow marks into the surface, deeper ones as she fumbles and falls forward, her muzzle luckily landing in a plot of muck and mud rather than the ice itself. She sits up, shakes it off, and offers a half hearted laugh, "Okay... maybe not like that. But who knows, you could be better at this than me!"
[ @ONYXKIT :3 ]