- Jan 10, 2024
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*✧・゚ RETRO to blaze's death!!
The kit bounces her way into the medicine den with a bright smile on her face and a brilliant plan on her head. Her white-splotched chest is all puffed up—she’s been given a task by the deputy! And she intends to make everybody in the medicine den as happy as they can be! She just has to stay out of Dawnglare’s way, and not get shooed away by the grumpy old tom again. And he is grumpy, seemingly intolerant of Sangriakit just wanting to see what the cats in here are doing all the time. If they aren't hunting or patrolling, then what are they doing? All they seem to do is lay around all day. It sounds boring.
Lucky for them, though, the cinnamon-striped she-kit is here to make all of their days ten times better. "Hi!" She chirps out at the first cat she spots, her gift dropping unceremoniously from her snow-splashed muzzle. The poor grasshopper, now missing both its hind legs, falls to the ground in front of her paws, each of its remaining limbs flailing uselessly at its sides. The kit doesn't spare it a second glance, instead directing her attention to anyone who's paying attention to her. "Hey, I brought this for you! Orangeblossom told me I need to do my best to cheer you all up, so... here!" She gestures to the grasshopper that she caught all by herself with a bright, toothy grin. Pride gleams in leafy-green eyes, tiny white paws tapping excitedly against the ground.
The kit bounces her way into the medicine den with a bright smile on her face and a brilliant plan on her head. Her white-splotched chest is all puffed up—she’s been given a task by the deputy! And she intends to make everybody in the medicine den as happy as they can be! She just has to stay out of Dawnglare’s way, and not get shooed away by the grumpy old tom again. And he is grumpy, seemingly intolerant of Sangriakit just wanting to see what the cats in here are doing all the time. If they aren't hunting or patrolling, then what are they doing? All they seem to do is lay around all day. It sounds boring.
Lucky for them, though, the cinnamon-striped she-kit is here to make all of their days ten times better. "Hi!" She chirps out at the first cat she spots, her gift dropping unceremoniously from her snow-splashed muzzle. The poor grasshopper, now missing both its hind legs, falls to the ground in front of her paws, each of its remaining limbs flailing uselessly at its sides. The kit doesn't spare it a second glance, instead directing her attention to anyone who's paying attention to her. "Hey, I brought this for you! Orangeblossom told me I need to do my best to cheer you all up, so... here!" She gestures to the grasshopper that she caught all by herself with a bright, toothy grin. Pride gleams in leafy-green eyes, tiny white paws tapping excitedly against the ground.