- Mar 1, 2023
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YUKIO TRILLED, DARKENED LIPS CURLED INTO A HAPPY GRIN DESPITE the ache in his paws or well his entire frame ached, nearing his due date, but nothing would stop him from going out! Especially with one of the few felines he knew before he joined Sky Clan. It was nice.
The sight of the older, battered tom that stood a few lengths away, watching the scenery with narrowed molten hues. Pretty eyes. He thought with a flick of his ear, head swerving to scan the ground in search of flowers that dwelled near the bramble walls.
Mismatched optics crinkled, staring at the flower crown Duskpool adorned with a swell of glee, tail twitching. He would have thought the scarred brute would have denied it, but Yukio had given Duskpool his best ‘puppy look’ which seemed to do the trick.
“Look! Look!” He chirped, nose nudging at a flower, owlish optics twinkling. The cream-ticked tabby shuffled, glancing at the undergrowth with a curious twitch of his whiskers. The male glanced over his shoulder at Dusk who gave him a look that told him to no wander off, but when had Yukio ever listened? He tried. He really did!
With an excited squeak, Yukio shuffled into the undergrowth, ears twitching at the loud snapping close to where he wiggled about. The cream-ticked tabby peeked out from underneath a bush to stare at a dozen grasshoppers fluttering about. His tail twitched in interest, pupils shrinking. Grasshoppers! He had loved to play with them when he was a kit, jumping around as he swats at the flying creatures with bubbling laughter. Oh! Do bugs taste as good as fresh kill?
With a quiet chitter, Yukio pounced, laughter ringing throughout the clearing, grasshopper held between his front paws as he wobbled on his haunches. “L, Look!” He grinned, head whipping to see Duskpool’s hulking frame, scowl adoring his darkened lips. Oops? He giggled nervously, stuffing the bug in his mouth, staring owlishly at the older brute, unblinking until his face scrunched up in disgust. Oh, yuck.
Spitting it out, Yukio wobbled, belly bulging, already tired from the effort. He let out a whine, flopping back onto all four pads, nose wrinkling. “B, Bugs taste n, nasty.”
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The sight of the older, battered tom that stood a few lengths away, watching the scenery with narrowed molten hues. Pretty eyes. He thought with a flick of his ear, head swerving to scan the ground in search of flowers that dwelled near the bramble walls.
Mismatched optics crinkled, staring at the flower crown Duskpool adorned with a swell of glee, tail twitching. He would have thought the scarred brute would have denied it, but Yukio had given Duskpool his best ‘puppy look’ which seemed to do the trick.
“Look! Look!” He chirped, nose nudging at a flower, owlish optics twinkling. The cream-ticked tabby shuffled, glancing at the undergrowth with a curious twitch of his whiskers. The male glanced over his shoulder at Dusk who gave him a look that told him to no wander off, but when had Yukio ever listened? He tried. He really did!
With an excited squeak, Yukio shuffled into the undergrowth, ears twitching at the loud snapping close to where he wiggled about. The cream-ticked tabby peeked out from underneath a bush to stare at a dozen grasshoppers fluttering about. His tail twitched in interest, pupils shrinking. Grasshoppers! He had loved to play with them when he was a kit, jumping around as he swats at the flying creatures with bubbling laughter. Oh! Do bugs taste as good as fresh kill?
With a quiet chitter, Yukio pounced, laughter ringing throughout the clearing, grasshopper held between his front paws as he wobbled on his haunches. “L, Look!” He grinned, head whipping to see Duskpool’s hulking frame, scowl adoring his darkened lips. Oops? He giggled nervously, stuffing the bug in his mouth, staring owlishly at the older brute, unblinking until his face scrunched up in disgust. Oh, yuck.
Spitting it out, Yukio wobbled, belly bulging, already tired from the effort. He let out a whine, flopping back onto all four pads, nose wrinkling. “B, Bugs taste n, nasty.”
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