- Mar 30, 2024
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Everyone was sad ever since they'd returned from Riverclan which stunk in her opinion but now the camp stunk too smelling still of smoke and ash but as the winds brushed over the moorlands it gradually stunk less and Dustkit wasn't so burdened by it. Her mood had improved vastly now that she could kind of nose her way around again, she didn't go out as far anymore she was always a few tail lengths from the nursery. But she had enough space to play and practice moves of her own creation; she'd been working on something she figured would "look" cool simply because it felt cool to do. In her mind it'd be enough to raise the spirits of at least her dad and maybe even the whole camp, they'd be too busy congratulating her on her mastery of her own body and superior skill over her littermates and denmates they'd forget about how sad they were. They'd forget all about the fire and things could go back to normal, that's all she wanted.
She'd asked plenty of times if things would ever be better and she'd grown wary herself hearing that mean old loud Snakehiss rant a few sunrises ago about how bad things were, she still remembered how Periwinklebreeze had come padding into the nursery so soon after the yelling began and how she pushed herself into the comfort of his pelt until their was finally silence (well after he popped his head in and she greeted him by spitting and hissing her fury at the intrusion!). But that was whatever, he's gone and he wouldn't be making anyone more sad and angry now! Now they could pay attention to her and forget all about that wierdo!
"Dad! Dad!" she calls out in a loud mewl, she thinks he's close by "Can you gather up a crowd! I got something to show everyone!" he was the most reliable cat she knew, and this trick was for him most of all - but that didn't mean she wouldn't ask him to do her grunt work. That's what dads did after all in the demanding kittens mind.
She'd asked plenty of times if things would ever be better and she'd grown wary herself hearing that mean old loud Snakehiss rant a few sunrises ago about how bad things were, she still remembered how Periwinklebreeze had come padding into the nursery so soon after the yelling began and how she pushed herself into the comfort of his pelt until their was finally silence (well after he popped his head in and she greeted him by spitting and hissing her fury at the intrusion!). But that was whatever, he's gone and he wouldn't be making anyone more sad and angry now! Now they could pay attention to her and forget all about that wierdo!
"Dad! Dad!" she calls out in a loud mewl, she thinks he's close by "Can you gather up a crowd! I got something to show everyone!" he was the most reliable cat she knew, and this trick was for him most of all - but that didn't mean she wouldn't ask him to do her grunt work. That's what dads did after all in the demanding kittens mind.