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There were days where the Tsar's newest litter needed babysitting, and this was one of them. Fortunately or unfortunately, it was on the days of babysitting that Kerrigan allowed her children to stay in the area where most of the kittens resided, which mean they could get some quality bonding time with the others. Teminine was unsure how she felt about these days. On one hand, they were always good for an adventure, even if it was just an adventure in making fun of the non-royals. On the other, it was a chance for some excitement for the ace of spades that she couldn't find stuck in the Harlow territory. After all, she and her littermates were the only kittens in the Harlow family, and most of the others didn't like bonding with kittens.
The pale calico let out a sigh. She might as well make the best of this, right? "Howdy," she meowed to the nearest cat, "you come around here often?" Her words were rather sardonic, but what was to be expected from the Tsar's daughter?
The ginger and white tom had been practicing creeping up to a leaf when his attention as diverted by the sudden appearance of one of the Tsar's children. He hadn't really seen any of them around before, but it didn't take a genius to know who the cat was. His ears flicked as he looked around wondering who she'd been talking too. Seeing that he was currently the closest in proximity to the she-kit he assumed that it was him.
He was slightly confused at her question as he tilted his head in curiosity. He blinked a few times before he walked a few steps closer, "I... guess?" he answered though it sounded as if he was unsure. Did he frequent this particular spot in the clearing often... not really. But, he was here more times then he was some other places. He blinked again before he asked, "Uhh, what's your name?"
The decision to speak to him was arbitrary; like her mother, she had a tendency of doing that. When she wasn't looking for anything in particular, it was best to just ensnare the closest one in proximity. After all, Teminine wasn't particularly looking for a lifelong friend, or even someone to occupy her beyond this afternoon. She was just bored, and taught from an early age that boredom was not alright. It was not productive. If you were going to waste time, you might as well do it productively.
"You don't know my name?" she shook her head, almost as if she was upset by this. "Doesn't everyone know my name by now?" There was a sardonic laugh, a similar tone as the words she had uttered in greeting. "It's Teminine, Teminine Harlow." She said this with a blink and a shrug. "You're one of the Smallfire group, right?"
