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NOW I KNOW WHAT'S REAL, WHAT'S FAKE
NOW I KNOW WHAT'S REAL, WHAT'S FAKE
More and more kits keep filling up the nursery... Ah, maybe Swankit should be glad to be leaving soon. Still, he holds some responsibilities (eugh) as the oldest among his denmates. Second oldest, counting Applekit. Applekit's really good at knowing things and teaching other cats, but she's not always nice. Swankit can be nice, can be polite. And it's always polite to introduce yourself.
Spectermask already introduced Caterpillar... Caterpillarkit, he guesses, since that's how names work. Little bug, they called her. Runt. She is rather little, isn't she...
But most of all, she's new. Sometimes kits appear out of nowhere, Swankit knows this well. Emberkit, Crowkit... All sudden additions to the nursery. It's been a while since there's been a new one. He's gotten too used to knowing the parents of other litters that it's strange now, to have a new kit dropped into the nursery with so little fanfare. Where are her parents? Her siblings? Where did she come from?
The others aren't paying her much mind, too preoccupied with the excitement of the youngest litters leaving the nursery. Swankit blinks slowly, staring at the little kit. His steps are soft as he traces a path towards her, voice coming in it's strangely airy tone. "Um. Hello..." he says — soft, as though sharing a secret. "I'm Swankit, and you're Caterpillarkit. You're new..." he trails off, thinking. "It's polite to introduce yourself..." he concludes, by way of explanation.
Spectermask already introduced Caterpillar... Caterpillarkit, he guesses, since that's how names work. Little bug, they called her. Runt. She is rather little, isn't she...
But most of all, she's new. Sometimes kits appear out of nowhere, Swankit knows this well. Emberkit, Crowkit... All sudden additions to the nursery. It's been a while since there's been a new one. He's gotten too used to knowing the parents of other litters that it's strange now, to have a new kit dropped into the nursery with so little fanfare. Where are her parents? Her siblings? Where did she come from?
The others aren't paying her much mind, too preoccupied with the excitement of the youngest litters leaving the nursery. Swankit blinks slowly, staring at the little kit. His steps are soft as he traces a path towards her, voice coming in it's strangely airy tone. "Um. Hello..." he says — soft, as though sharing a secret. "I'm Swankit, and you're Caterpillarkit. You're new..." he trails off, thinking. "It's polite to introduce yourself..." he concludes, by way of explanation.
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