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Where Badgerkit had gotten the tune, who knew. But the kitten was mixing a bunch of random stuff in a bowl and sniffing it deeply, as if the freezy muddy slush pile were the best delicacy in the world. For the moment, he ignored the itchiness creeping up his paws, not realizing he'd thrown poison ivy into the mix quite yet...
Leveretkit commando-crawled over to Badgerkit, his stomach dragging across the ground and collecting all the cold dust, and slowly popped up behind his shoulder. "That smells good," he whispered shyly, his cheek practically touching the other kit's as he stared down at the mixture. "What is it? Is it soup? I thought you wasn't makin' soup no more after last time when it exploded..." He slowly dropped his eyes and closed them, bowing his head in shame. It had been a dark day; he wasn't supposed to bring it up. "I'm sorry, Badgerkit," he whispered. A single tear slipped down his cheek.
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Rudely, Oleanderkit had been awoken from her beauty nap, something that was an extremely important part of her day that, under no circumstances, should be interrupted. She flipped over, snapped her head towards the two chatterbugs that disturbed her, yellow eyes narrowed in contempt. She didn't particularly like the other kits in the nursery — she thought they were annoying and a little stupid — so usually she tried to keep her distance. That couldn't be why he she was so lonely, right?
"I hope it doesn't explode again," she scoffed, "do you know how hard it is to clean gunk from white fur?" She asked, standing up to show off her pelt. Terrible for Nightclan, but lovely all the same. Then she tilted her head to stare at what Badgerkit was doing, moved a little closer, "I thought you were supposed to do that outside the nursery because it's always a mess." Then she shook her head disapprovingly.
The second Oleanderkit spoke to them, Leveretkit drew in a little gasp and turned to look at her past Badgerkit, his muzzle bumping against the other kit's cheek. No one else ever spoke to them. They were the weird kids. Holding onto Badgerkit's shoulders, he peered at her past him. "You're really pretty," he whispered. "Would you like some of our evening meal? I think it's minestrone." He turned his head slowly to look at Badgerkit; they were so close that it made his eyes cross. "Is it minestrone?" he whispered even more quietly. "We have a customer. What do we do? Should I get the table cloths?"
Post by Honeystorm on Dec 25, 2021 23:51:11 GMT -5
"Of course it's not minestrone, we were banned from making that after last time! What are you waiting for? Go, go, go, get everything set up for our customer, we can't delay." Badgerkit chided, furiously mixing together the definitely inedible items to finish preparing them. Now.... where did he put those bowls of his??
