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Silverkit curled tighter into a ball, blue eyes staring towards the ground, as if trying to burn a hole into it. The frost clung tight to everything, ice refusing to release it's grip in some places. The temperature freezing, and showing no signs of raising at all, leaving the Summerclan cats to suffer it's brutal punishments. The tom kit knew he could go inside the nursery, where are had been taken to make sure it was well insulated. But he preferred to suffer out in the cold silence of camp rather than inside the boisterous noise of the nursery.
Post by ComplacentDevil on Jan 21, 2019 16:58:19 GMT -5
The burly tom kit stumbled about, having just woken up. Somebody had brought a mouse into the nursery where he slept and he had made quick work of it. Now he played, chasing after his tail as if it was a foreign attacker. His circles and dashes and jumps landed him tumbling outside of the nursery. Sabrekit blinked his eyes, wide with curiosity. Snow or not, the ground was pale and cold. He crinkled his nose, sneezing as he spied another kit curled up in the cold. He ran over, "Hey, what are you doing?"
Frosty blue eyes peered imperiously over towards the larger kit, seemingly looking down at him despite the other standing over him and his larger size. "Avoiding kits like you." He drawled, tone dry as he looked the other over for another moment and finally took away his piercing gaze. Thinking if he avoided acknowledging the boisterous kit he would get the message and make himself scarce. The harsh cold obviously not going to be something that drove him back into the nursery like it should have done. It seemed even the weather would come to fail Silverkit and fall short of his expectations.
Post by ComplacentDevil on Jan 21, 2019 23:24:27 GMT -5
"Oh." He mewed, tipping his head a little, his brows knitting together in confusion, "Why dont you do that inside?" He asked, "Its cold out here." He looked about as a small gust of wind blew, cutting into his thick coat. "Here, i can help you up if you need, Silverkit," he bore a smile as he padded closer to his brother, prodding him with a large paw.
"Why am I surrounded by idiots." The young kit sighed to himself as he beseeching looked up towards the sky, as if waiting for a divine power to answer his question. Seeing as none would be forth coming he pushed to his paws and moved away from Sabrekit, sending him a ferocious glare. "How am I supposed to avoid kits like you when trapped inside a confined space with them?" Brow raised and the question obviously rhetorical.
Post by ComplacentDevil on Jan 28, 2019 13:06:06 GMT -5
The tom shrugged, "I dunno, but at least you could sleep in a nest I guess. Youre pretty good at not listening anyways, dont know how we'd bother you," he teased, moving towards his brother as the other kit moved away. "The queens could keep them away too if you really didn't wanna play," he mewed, his fluffy pelt raising a bit as a chill hit him.
