- Jun 14, 2024
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When Fadingkit's flame - tipped form beckons him forth to " play pretend ", Coltkit obediently peels himself off the warm surface of the rock he'd been enjoying and tumbles over on overlong legs. The blue - marbled tomkit plops unceremoniously down nearby, lengthy hind legs sprawling out in front of him, puppyish in the way he plants polydactyl forepaws between them. His off - hued eyelashes coast low over developing blues, sleepy and half - focused on the bright, attention - grabbing shape of Fadingkit and her motions.
" Pretend? " he half - yawns, oversized forepaws kneading absently at the earth, enjoying the feel of the sun - warmed earth underpaw. He'd tried playing pretend before . . . being Coltstar of BlueClan . . . but then everyone had started yelling 'n arguing 'n stuff and it hadn't really been that interesting in the first place. He'd much rather crawl back on his rock . . . rock! Oh, that's it . . . he can be a rock.
" I'm pretendin' t'be a rock, " Coltkit proclaims. He promptly appears to go boneless, fluffy little body flopping onto his side against the sweet - smelling grass he so enjoys. Too - long limbs sprawl out before him, marbled tail splaying ungracefully behind, a small pale tongue poking between protruding fangs. Duotone lashes flutter shut, and before the " pretend " can even begin, Coltkit's nearly asleep.
" Pretend? " he half - yawns, oversized forepaws kneading absently at the earth, enjoying the feel of the sun - warmed earth underpaw. He'd tried playing pretend before . . . being Coltstar of BlueClan . . . but then everyone had started yelling 'n arguing 'n stuff and it hadn't really been that interesting in the first place. He'd much rather crawl back on his rock . . . rock! Oh, that's it . . . he can be a rock.
" I'm pretendin' t'be a rock, " Coltkit proclaims. He promptly appears to go boneless, fluffy little body flopping onto his side against the sweet - smelling grass he so enjoys. Too - long limbs sprawl out before him, marbled tail splaying ungracefully behind, a small pale tongue poking between protruding fangs. Duotone lashes flutter shut, and before the " pretend " can even begin, Coltkit's nearly asleep.