- Jun 14, 2024
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Ever since Roeflame told him ( and a mob of other kits, but whatever ) about the fight for Sunningrocks—her silvered - cinnamon maw spilling out tales of bared claws and drawn blood, the song of battle in hisses and yowls—Coltkit has wanted to hear more stories. He'd wanted it more than anything . . . more than a nap on a sun - warmed stone, even, which is saying a lot for the sleepy tomkit. He knows Sunningrocks wasn't the only battle, too . . . he's certain there's more, and having already shook down the elders for tales of yore, he goes out in search of more recent clashes.
The two apprentices lingering around the edges of camp are a perfect target, then. Distant from the world as he is, Coltkit gives no mind to whether either of them care to entertain the questioning of a kitten; he touches down only for a moment to indulge the longing for more tales of claws and teeth. Fallowpaw's scar - shredded face draws him in an instant, as a moth to a flame, bounding forward on clumsy puppyish legs, stumbling over his own overspill of paws. Her eye is hollowed away as if the wind had stolen it, ribbons of scar tissue crossing its face and back . . . far from dissuading the kitten, the marbles of pink tissue merely draw him in.
It must have been in some really cool fights! he thinks, heavy tail wagging doglike behind him as he lopes over on overlong limbs, puppy - esque ears flopping as wide off - hue eyes stare up at the pair of apprentices. " Do you have any battle stories? " he drawls out in sleepy syllables, tail curling and uncurling around one hindleg in a half - hearted attempt to dissuade its wagging. Split blue eyes gaze widely up at @FALLOWPAW and @WRATHPAW. " Cool ones? "
The two apprentices lingering around the edges of camp are a perfect target, then. Distant from the world as he is, Coltkit gives no mind to whether either of them care to entertain the questioning of a kitten; he touches down only for a moment to indulge the longing for more tales of claws and teeth. Fallowpaw's scar - shredded face draws him in an instant, as a moth to a flame, bounding forward on clumsy puppyish legs, stumbling over his own overspill of paws. Her eye is hollowed away as if the wind had stolen it, ribbons of scar tissue crossing its face and back . . . far from dissuading the kitten, the marbles of pink tissue merely draw him in.
It must have been in some really cool fights! he thinks, heavy tail wagging doglike behind him as he lopes over on overlong limbs, puppy - esque ears flopping as wide off - hue eyes stare up at the pair of apprentices. " Do you have any battle stories? " he drawls out in sleepy syllables, tail curling and uncurling around one hindleg in a half - hearted attempt to dissuade its wagging. Split blue eyes gaze widely up at @FALLOWPAW and @WRATHPAW. " Cool ones? "