- Apr 8, 2023
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SORREL — she’s been living on the highest shelf.
Her day had been perfect! The sun was hot on her back, the birds chirped, and she had spent the whole morning with Orangeblossom, who she had quite publicly announced as her favorite-ist cat in the world.
Eventually, however, Sorrel wanted to play with someone that was just a little closer to her age. Obviously, she had set out towards the apprentices den, confidently proposing an enticing game of hide-and-seek towards a couple of the younger apprentices.
High and mighty they were, a fact Sorrel quickly discovered when she was cast off with the title “pipsqueak” and told to come back and speak to them when she was an apprentice herself.
Off in a hurry with tears in her eyes, Sorrel had quickly sought out Orangeblossom once more for comfort, though refusing to explain what exactly had happened, the embarrassment too great.
Now, however, she was feeling much better, so much better in fact that she had created a whole new game for her to play- the best part of hit-a-slugface?
You only needed one player.
Tucked amongst low-hanging shrubbery on the very edge of camp with a small pile of pebbles tucked at her flank she watched with a sharp eye as the three apprentices who had shunned her earlier share tongues.
She blends in perfectly with her auburn and chocolate coat, and she as a slight advantage of having just a teeny bit of higher ground, blessed with a natural slope in the ground.
Once her first target is steady, she’d take her first piece of ammunition and roll it in her paw. Curled claws keep the small piece of rock clutched to her as she raised her forepaw, counting to three.
Whoosh!
The pebble goes flying for only a heartbeat before smacking the first apprentice right between the ears.
They gasp in surprise, rushing a forepaw to their head as they look around in confusion.
"Heheheh.. bullseye!" Sorrel proudly whispers to herself.
Something rustles behind her just as she takes her second pebble, getting ready to aim for the second apprentice.
"speech"
Her day had been perfect! The sun was hot on her back, the birds chirped, and she had spent the whole morning with Orangeblossom, who she had quite publicly announced as her favorite-ist cat in the world.
Eventually, however, Sorrel wanted to play with someone that was just a little closer to her age. Obviously, she had set out towards the apprentices den, confidently proposing an enticing game of hide-and-seek towards a couple of the younger apprentices.
High and mighty they were, a fact Sorrel quickly discovered when she was cast off with the title “pipsqueak” and told to come back and speak to them when she was an apprentice herself.
Off in a hurry with tears in her eyes, Sorrel had quickly sought out Orangeblossom once more for comfort, though refusing to explain what exactly had happened, the embarrassment too great.
Now, however, she was feeling much better, so much better in fact that she had created a whole new game for her to play- the best part of hit-a-slugface?
You only needed one player.
Tucked amongst low-hanging shrubbery on the very edge of camp with a small pile of pebbles tucked at her flank she watched with a sharp eye as the three apprentices who had shunned her earlier share tongues.
She blends in perfectly with her auburn and chocolate coat, and she as a slight advantage of having just a teeny bit of higher ground, blessed with a natural slope in the ground.
Once her first target is steady, she’d take her first piece of ammunition and roll it in her paw. Curled claws keep the small piece of rock clutched to her as she raised her forepaw, counting to three.
Whoosh!
The pebble goes flying for only a heartbeat before smacking the first apprentice right between the ears.
They gasp in surprise, rushing a forepaw to their head as they look around in confusion.
"Heheheh.. bullseye!" Sorrel proudly whispers to herself.
Something rustles behind her just as she takes her second pebble, getting ready to aim for the second apprentice.
"speech"
