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Post by vexing_ode on Mar 16, 2022 14:40:35 GMT -5
{azeleakit has decided to put on an improve play for her den mates!}
A smal black and brown brindle kit counted around the camp clearing, a small moss ball her target. Suddenly a thought came to azeleakit, a story! The moss ball reminded her of a little mouse. She patted the green clump mewing “I’ll call you sir brave mouse!”she thought hard for a moment, she needed someone to help spin her tale. She needed a fierce cat for sir brave mouse to fight. “And I will be Count purr paws!” The small kit gave her best evil laugh, it wasn’t very good, but she didn’t seem to mind.
Grabbing Sir Brave Mouse, she bounded over to the nursery. Bursting through she announced. “Who wants to see the tale of the one, the only, Sir Brave Mouse!” She looked around at the other kits expectantly.
Calamitykit had just returned to the nursery, his pelt soaking wet and muddy. The black kit had found a beautiful flower bush and had brought back a single blossom to give to his mother, but it seemed something had gone awry along the way, and now the tom was in dire need of a bath. Still, he had managed to bring back the flower, which was nestled between his paws, but it seemed like his mother wasn't in the nursery yet. Probably eating, he assumed.
As Azaleakit burst into the nursery, Calamitykit's full attention turned to her. "I do!"
Post by vexing_ode on Mar 16, 2022 20:15:19 GMT -5
Her eyes lit up with joy, “okay!” She mewed. She held the moss up. “ This will be the star of the show! Sir Brave mouse of course!” She sat down away from the entrance. “Our story begins on a rainy day! Sir Brave mouse was minding his own business” she danced the little moss ball around. Glancing up she whispered “all of a sudden he heard a cry for help!” She let out a dramatic squeak to emphasize the scene. “So what did sir brave mouse do?!”
Venuskit bounced over to his brother. "Calamittyyyykit did you really have to bring mud into the nursery." He whined, but his attention was quickly snagged away by Azaleakit bursting into the nursery. To further fret over his brother's appearance. At the mention of 'mouse' the bottomless pit that was Venuskit's stomach growled. His mouth watered as walked towards the other kit telling the story. "Did Sir Brave Mouse get food?" Venuskit blurted out.
The only thing that gave away that Calamitykit had even heard his brother's whining was the small pout on his face, which was quickly wiped away with Azaleakit's story. He had just settled down comfortably, but jumped right back up at the she-kit's dramatic squeak and his brother's answer. "He went to investigate! Maybe it was prey," he added the last part with a grin towards Venuskit.
Post by vexing_ode on Mar 16, 2022 21:23:53 GMT -5
With a glint in her eyes she continued. “He went to investigate! And low and behold!” Giving a flourish as she spoke, “It was none other than Count Purr Paws! He was crying out for help!” She dramatically flopped to the floor proclaiming “OH! My poor tooth! OH! How it hurts!” Azeleakit held up the moss again. “Sir Brave mouse was JUST the right size to fit in the poor cats mouth! But he wasn’t sure if that was very smart! It was just the other moon he watched another mouse get eaten!” Pretending to take a bite from the moss, she continued. “What should our little mouse do!”
(I hope it's okay Goldenpaw came to be a stick in the mud. let me know if I should make her go away!)
"He should stop being a nuisance and let me do my job by getting lost" an irritated voice spoke as a slim form pushed into the nursery, shamelessly pushing the laying Azeleakit to the side in order to make room for her to step in. Her lip curled in distaste as she caught sight of Calamitykit and all the mud and water he had tracked into the den. She considered that perhaps she shouldn't be making Whitewolf so angry that she was constantly stuck changing the bedding in dens and then decided she would never loose an argument to her mentor and if this was her penance so be it.
Post by vexing_ode on Mar 18, 2022 12:19:40 GMT -5
{that’s fine }
Scrambling to her paws “that’s not something he would do!” She mewed sticking her young out at the apprentice. “Your just like count purr paws.” She teased, half joking, half not. Her little play was interrupted her thought trail interrupted.
"I don't care what he would do and neither should you!" Goldenpaw responded as she tore up the old moss and started laying the new moss to later be built upon with feathers and other soft linings for the queens. "You should be out there seizing the day. It's never to early to lay the ground work towards your own greatness."
Post by vexing_ode on Mar 22, 2022 20:35:42 GMT -5
“Well, I am Going be a great storyteller!” She mewed proudly puffing out her chest. It was true, she loved the trill of spinning a tale, “to be great at telling a story you have to care…” she batted the moss ball at the apprentice with a giggle. “I will leave but you gave to guess what he does next!” She mewed mischievously.
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