shooting bacardi [ SCORCHFROST ]

[SLUGKIT]

YOUR MOOD IS LIKE A CIRCUS — slugkit had finally gotten some time to go and sit on those rocks out in the sun without having to fight her brother for it. it was incredibly comfy and warm, but she couldn't sit there for too long without feeling like she was getting roasted. she had rolled off and into the shade more times than she could count, covered herself in dead leaves while she laid, but none of it worked. with a heavy and sad sigh, the girl rolled off of what she'd thought would be her new favourite napping spot, and towards some shade.

at least it was nicer here, and it seemed there was already someone settled in the shade. she laid to their side, her green eyes closing as she tucked her tiny paws underneath here to create an immaculate kitten loaf. "hi scowchfwost." she greeted, her tiny head swaying on her shoulders as she tried to get comfy. "did you heaw that singepaw finally stopped complaining fow a bit? finally."

CHANGING ALL THE TIME ✿ CANT HELP BUT FEEL

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  ✧ chocolate tortie / fawn chimera with low white, green eyes
  ✧ 3 moons old; ages the 24th every month
  ✧ orient. unknown ; currently not looking
  ✧ daughter of eggskip and blazeclaw
  ✧ kit of shadowclan
  ✧ easy to befriend ; trust gained very easily
  ✧ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✧ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[scorchfrost]

" I'm shocked. " The statement was delivered in a rather deadpan manner but it was genuine. Scorchfrost had lived too long to tolerate ceaseless complaints. He had the tendency to remove himself from the conversation, group, and often the area itself. It was one thing to clatter on with good friends, there were few limits as to what one could say in privacy with a bosom buddy, but meaningless protesting? he couldn't stand it.

Scorchfrost had experienced the aformentioned situation just a short while ago, leading him to occupy the shade near the rocks Slugkit had been rolling around on. Scorchfrost was much too dark to soak in the direct sun for an extended time, even if his joints enjoyed it.

" Some cats really don't know how to enjoy the little things. " He'd smile down at Slugkit, an action reserved for close friends and youth. He had to keep up his public face to some degree but it was just not right to be cold towards kits. " How are you doing today, lass. "
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