- Jul 18, 2022
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An odd gaze sweeps across the nursery, particular in counting all they could find. Dark pelts blend into the shadows they're named after, kits engaged in their own business... Ghost wanted to play with them, but he didn't know how. He doesn't know what games other kits like, or what will make them listen to him. Make friends, mama said, but it's so... hard.
"Um..." his voice is a low whisper. His weight shifts from paw to paw, wiggling on his homemade axis. He glances to his side, preparing to raise his voice. "I'm gonna tell a story, okay?" the words come out to no one in particular. Teeth scrape at his lip. He doesn't know if anyone is listening, but he refuses to look and see.
"One...time..." Oh, but he realizes he doesn't have a story. He'd have to play pretend. He needs to... get better at pretend, anyways. Ghost blinks, kneads his paws in the moss. "There was a... a... leaf," he says, blinking at the rain-ladden leaf he can see just outside the nursery's entrance. "The leaf is wet."
... Realizing that he should add more, probably, he continues. "It's wet because... the sky rained on it..."
He shifts on his paws. "And... a kit didn't see the leaf, and they slipped on it and got hurt. And their mama licked all their wounds, but they still hurt so much. And they went to see Bonejaw... and she didn't do anything 'cuz..." Ghost wrinkles his nose. "And it hurt and hurt and hurt and his nose got runny and his tummy got achey and his tail stopped working and he died..." Ghost blinks.
"Um..." his voice is a low whisper. His weight shifts from paw to paw, wiggling on his homemade axis. He glances to his side, preparing to raise his voice. "I'm gonna tell a story, okay?" the words come out to no one in particular. Teeth scrape at his lip. He doesn't know if anyone is listening, but he refuses to look and see.
"One...time..." Oh, but he realizes he doesn't have a story. He'd have to play pretend. He needs to... get better at pretend, anyways. Ghost blinks, kneads his paws in the moss. "There was a... a... leaf," he says, blinking at the rain-ladden leaf he can see just outside the nursery's entrance. "The leaf is wet."
... Realizing that he should add more, probably, he continues. "It's wet because... the sky rained on it..."
He shifts on his paws. "And... a kit didn't see the leaf, and they slipped on it and got hurt. And their mama licked all their wounds, but they still hurt so much. And they went to see Bonejaw... and she didn't do anything 'cuz..." Ghost wrinkles his nose. "And it hurt and hurt and hurt and his nose got runny and his tummy got achey and his tail stopped working and he died..." Ghost blinks.