- Feb 28, 2024
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𖠰𖠰 The uptick in rain has brought frogs galore into ShdaowClan’s camp. They hop around like funny little friends, and Branchkit enjoys mimicking their movements, hopping about and pretending to be a frog himself. But the frogs aren’t the only strange little creature that has become more common in camp—for the past few days, Branchkit has seen a little lizard running about, and it’s fast. But Branchkit is fast, too! And he’s gonna be a big, strong hunter when he grows up, so he has to start trying now!
The little lilac tabby drops into a clumsy hunter’s crouch, sneaking as good as he can toward the lizard. It doesn’t look like it’s noticed him yet, turned away with its back to him, and it’s not hard at all to sneak up on the smaller creature. Branchkit is able to get close enough to see each and every one of its scales, and that’s when he knows it’s time to strike. He tips his head, reaches out with a pale paw, and snatches its tail up in his claws. But when he goes to pick it up-
The lizard’s tail comes off!! The lizard skitters away, little legs carrying it toward the camp’s borders, not stopping until it’s disappeared into the various flora that populated the marshland. But instead of going with it, the creature’s tail drops to the damp ground behind it. The tail doesn’t fall still, and instead flops around haphazardly, but there isn’t any blood at all… "Heheh!" A series of harsh laughs leaves his mouth, completely unprompted and at odds with the horror that he really feels. For a moment the unexpected reaction takes the boy by surprise, and he clamps his muzzle shut, eyes wide. He doesn’t know what to do! It takes a moment to get his paws moving, but when he takes off, he does not pause to see whether the tail has stopped moving.
Branchkit darts off in the direction of the nursery, fear driving little paws in a mad dash for one of his mothers. Murky blue eyes are widened in horror as he crosses the nursery’s threshold, crying out, "Mama—ha! Mama!" If either of the she-cats are inside, Branchkit would rush to them immediately, trying to stop himself from barking out another sudden laugh.
// @Needledrift @FERNDANCE but you don’t have to wait for them !
The little lilac tabby drops into a clumsy hunter’s crouch, sneaking as good as he can toward the lizard. It doesn’t look like it’s noticed him yet, turned away with its back to him, and it’s not hard at all to sneak up on the smaller creature. Branchkit is able to get close enough to see each and every one of its scales, and that’s when he knows it’s time to strike. He tips his head, reaches out with a pale paw, and snatches its tail up in his claws. But when he goes to pick it up-
The lizard’s tail comes off!! The lizard skitters away, little legs carrying it toward the camp’s borders, not stopping until it’s disappeared into the various flora that populated the marshland. But instead of going with it, the creature’s tail drops to the damp ground behind it. The tail doesn’t fall still, and instead flops around haphazardly, but there isn’t any blood at all… "Heheh!" A series of harsh laughs leaves his mouth, completely unprompted and at odds with the horror that he really feels. For a moment the unexpected reaction takes the boy by surprise, and he clamps his muzzle shut, eyes wide. He doesn’t know what to do! It takes a moment to get his paws moving, but when he takes off, he does not pause to see whether the tail has stopped moving.
Branchkit darts off in the direction of the nursery, fear driving little paws in a mad dash for one of his mothers. Murky blue eyes are widened in horror as he crosses the nursery’s threshold, crying out, "Mama—ha! Mama!" If either of the she-cats are inside, Branchkit would rush to them immediately, trying to stop himself from barking out another sudden laugh.
// @Needledrift @FERNDANCE but you don’t have to wait for them !