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The impending birth of his third litter—his second, to most cats’ knowledge—has Blazestar yearning to connect with the Clans’ kits again. There’s young Pricklykit, inquisitive and bright; Fantastream’s kits, fresh from Twolegplace and scented strongly of kibble and their housefolk’s nests; Butterflytuft’s, meeker, but curious in spite of themselves. Blazestar lays his golden bulk just outside of the nursery, giving the queens a friendly wink. “Stretch your legs,” he purrs. “We’re going to play a game, and sharpen some skills besides.” His blue gaze searches the dark confines of the nursery, guarded by splintered bark and holly, and draws his head back.
“I’m a rogue who’s just broken into camp! What are you going to do?” He crouches so he’s closer to their level, at least, and bares his teeth in a mock snarl, his bottle-brush tail bristling behind him. He wants the kits to attack him—though he suspects he’ll regret it later.
[ prompt: Let the queens have a break—go babysit the kits and keep them entertained! ]
“I’m a rogue who’s just broken into camp! What are you going to do?” He crouches so he’s closer to their level, at least, and bares his teeth in a mock snarl, his bottle-brush tail bristling behind him. He wants the kits to attack him—though he suspects he’ll regret it later.
[ prompt: Let the queens have a break—go babysit the kits and keep them entertained! ]
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