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CRICKETKIT
Guest
If there was one thing about being a kitten, that Cricketkit had found, was that you got bored. Easily. Quickly, because you weren't old enough to do anything that the apprentices were allowed to do, and the camp and the nursery got pretty dull after so many days of the same thing. Bored of Moss-ball and play fighting, Cricketkit often finds himself wandering in search of something to do.
Today, he had parked himself by the elder's den, being entertained by old WindClan stories. He's leaning into his right side, head canted as he listens and watches the camp go idly by, but even this begins to wane his attention span, and even he can be heard speaking up, "...Thank you for the story," he finds himself saying, again. "But you uhm... you've told me this one already! Like... three times, so..." There's a long pause, as he swivels his gaze back around to the elders who are, already, grumbling. He blinks rapidly, drawing in a quick breath as he reroutes himself, "Oh, I know! Story time!"
He declares it, quickly, suddenly, like a leader about to make an announcement but it's naught but Cricketkit, standing suddenly to his feet. "Once upon a time there was a uh... a warrior, named-" his head swivels suddenly, looking around himself for quick story inspiration. There's the snow, "White, uh- another sweep of his gaze, he turns on his paws before he spots it, -Rabbit? Yeah, Whiterabbit! And he, woah-" he's turned around too quick now, stumbling over his own pause as his balance gives out on itself. He rights himself quickly, fluffing out his fur as though that will cover his stumble. "-He's in the middle of a battle when suddenly!"
He pauses for dramatic effect on the outside. On the inside, he has no idea what should be next. He blinks, head tilting again as he squints out into camp carefully, trying to make out faces. When he can't single out anyone specifically, he calls out instead, "What should be next?"
Today, he had parked himself by the elder's den, being entertained by old WindClan stories. He's leaning into his right side, head canted as he listens and watches the camp go idly by, but even this begins to wane his attention span, and even he can be heard speaking up, "...Thank you for the story," he finds himself saying, again. "But you uhm... you've told me this one already! Like... three times, so..." There's a long pause, as he swivels his gaze back around to the elders who are, already, grumbling. He blinks rapidly, drawing in a quick breath as he reroutes himself, "Oh, I know! Story time!"
He declares it, quickly, suddenly, like a leader about to make an announcement but it's naught but Cricketkit, standing suddenly to his feet. "Once upon a time there was a uh... a warrior, named-" his head swivels suddenly, looking around himself for quick story inspiration. There's the snow, "White, uh- another sweep of his gaze, he turns on his paws before he spots it, -Rabbit? Yeah, Whiterabbit! And he, woah-" he's turned around too quick now, stumbling over his own pause as his balance gives out on itself. He rights himself quickly, fluffing out his fur as though that will cover his stumble. "-He's in the middle of a battle when suddenly!"
He pauses for dramatic effect on the outside. On the inside, he has no idea what should be next. He blinks, head tilting again as he squints out into camp carefully, trying to make out faces. When he can't single out anyone specifically, he calls out instead, "What should be next?"