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Burnishedpaw had his rump high in the air, ready to pounce on the frogs that sat along the river bank. He was patient, his powerful back legs pushing him high into the air, but just before he landed the frog made it's own leap into the water "Mouse-dung" he cursed before looking back at his companion with a sheepish grin "Well ok maybe don't follow my example Frogkit. That should have been a catch, but when I jumped the mud squished and the frog realized what was happening. BBBBUUUUTTT I had the right form at least" bauble
“Mouse-dung!” Frogkit echoed the curse, her emerald gaze twinkling with newfound knowledge. “~Mouse-dung, mouse-dung, MOUSE-DUNG~!” She giggled as her chanting took on a melodic tone. She didn’t know who Burnishedpaw was and she didn’t remember anything about a friendship beads ceremony, but her brother Mantiskit had urged her to go with the big apprentice when he’d sauntered off with his own companion earlier (gotta make a thread with Jadie!). So she had, and now they were hunting her namesake. She might’ve seen some irony in that, but her mind was far too porous to focus on anything other than Burnishedpaw’s fruitless attempt. “Mr. Froggy is too fast for you Berniepaw! You gotta jump higher than that!” she japed. “~Mouse-dung, mouse-dung~ — like this!” She fell into a lop-sided crouch and then leapt through the air quick as lightning. She tried latching on to him — instead she ricocheted off of his bigger body and fell into the soft earth, splashing mud everywhere. Burnishedpaw’s missed frog emerged from the water and blinked two yellow eyes at the mud-covered cats.
"Oh no" Burnishedpaw groaned as the kit began to copy his swear over and over again. Frogkit's mother was going to kill him for teaching that to her, even if it had been unintentional. Queens didn't like it when their kits swore, at least that is what he had been told the last time he swore around one of them in a similar situation. He had been left clearing the senators of ticks for a moon. But the best way to deal with it, was to ignore the phrase. Give it any attention, and the words would be cemented in the little she-cat's mind forever. He watched as the she-cat fell back into the mud, splattering his coat. It wasn't that he really minded that he was dirty, but getting her muddy was probably not going to bode well for him either. Then to add insult to injury the frog had reappeared on the water's edge, taunting him.
"Ok then" he replied ruffling the fur on the top of her head with his paws "This time YOU get the frog"
“I gotta do all the work for Berniepaw,” she scoffed in exasperation. “Fine Bernie, but you’ll owe me five honey treats after this!” This time her crouch was more measured, though the gentle pit-pattering of mud sliding off her coat kept her from being totally stealthy. Burnishedpaw’s frog had climbed back onto the bank, not taking the threat of the cats very seriously. The kit and the frog locked yellow eyes with emerald just as she dove towards it. The frog made one lackadaisical hop to avoid her grasp, and then hopped once more to splash back into the river.
“You get back here, Mr. Froggy!” Frogkit yelped. Then she filled her little lungs with air, and dove into the water after it!
Several moments passed with bubbles rushing to the surface. But after a while, they stopped, and the surface of the water was perfectly still. No Frog or kit was to be found. Just when it looked like little Frogkit was gone forever (and Burnishedpaw would have a lot more to apologize for than teaching her a bad word), her grey-white head resurfaced. She didn’t have a frog in her jaws, but she did spit out a mud pie.
She paddled to the bank and climbed out, then flopped down next to Burnishedpaw. “I’ll get him next time,” she groaned in defeat, before adding a colorful, “~mouse-dung!~”
