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PLOT : The deputy of SummerClan comes into the nursery, hoping to tell some stories and play some games. However, sometimes Odysseyfright doesn't know quite when to stop, so one of the kittens ends up hurt.
Odysseyfright hadn't been in the nursery for what felt like moons. It was probably just a week or two, but for the tom, that was an extremely long period of time. After all, some of his fondest moments were hanging around the kittens. They hadn't lost their wonder yet. They were still mold-able and had yet to see that life wasn't always friendly. They were youthful and innocent, and honesty, often times he got along better with them than the older cats. It was no surprise, then, now that his work was done for the afternoon, that he was wandering over. He let out a happy little hum, before flicking his tail.
"Hello, babies," he purred at the entrance of the den, bowing his head to look inside. "May I come in?" His voice was sing-song as he looked at the kittens, his eyes bright and excited to see the nursery full.
Looking up from where she sat in her nest, Peachkit looked up at Odysseyfright. “May—I come in—!” She shook her head. “Yes! But we’re not babies.” She corrected. The cream she-kit bounced towards the deputy. This certainly wasn’t part of the plan? Her amber eyes shone as she looked up at the tom. “Do you want to play with us?” She purred, clambering around him until she reached his tail, which she battted playfully. “Because we—because, because—wanna play with her!”
"Oh, my apologies," he hummed when the kitten corrected him. "I meant to say the big strong next generation." His voice was warm. He had always been told that he would make a good father one day, but the older the tom got, the less likely he thought that would be. He would delight himself in the nursery, and then go quietly back to his post. That was easier than raising them all himself, right? He blinked. Maybe, one day, the fates would prove they had a different idea for him.
He flicked his tail out of her reach slightly, making it so she had to work a little harder to bat it. He let out a rumbling purr, before nodding. "If that's okay with your mommies, I've come to play!" he grinned to her.
Batkit stood up from his nest. A white daisy was tucked behind his left ear and draped over his forehead. The smoked colored kitten padded up to the deputy eyeing him and circling the other tom sizing him up. “You will have to ask my Papa Doestar, but I want to play as long as my flower doesn’t get damaged.” He meowed.
“Are you going to tell Ghost stories !?!?” Selkiekit’s obnoxious comment came from where she stood with a half shredded moss ball.
Peachkit eyes Batkit from where she stood at the end of Odysseyfright’s tail. Batkit had come not long ago, brought in by the leader himself. “Why don’t you take it off?” She asked curiously, padding up to Batkit.
“Oh! I wanna hear ghost stories!” She agreed with Selkiekit, looking up at the deputy. “Ghost stories!” Her back foot started tapping on the ground absently, getting a bit more aggressive before it stopped.
"Between you and me, Batkit, sometimes its best to keep Papa Doestar out of the loop," he whispered to the kitten, a gleam in his eye. Doestar hadn't banned him from seeing the kittens after he admitted to his best friend that he had taught a few to swim the last time he interacted with them, so he felt like that meant he got permission always from the tom. Was that a proper assumption? Probably not. But, hey. It was what it was, and Odysseyfright would charm his way out of trouble if trouble came. "Scout's honor about your flower, though! It won't get hurt, or my name isn't Odysseyfright the great!"
"Ghost stories!" he then purred in delight. "We can tell ghost stories if you'd like. I've learned a good tale or two in my travels," he meowed with a grin. This was a surprise, that they wanted to first tell stories. But, he was perfectly content with starting their day like that.
“Only if they involve drowning,” Kelpiekit broke in, swinging down from where he’d been hidden from view in the roof of the den and dangling upside down like a bat. He turned his head slowly to grin down at the deputy; with such a flexible neck and spine, he could turn his head almost 360 degrees, like an owl — a fact he was incredibly proud of and that he showed off at every available opportunity, just to scare the other kits, and some adults. He’d heard of halloween his whole life and couldn’t wait to sneak out onto the dark, misty moors and pretend to be a ghost. “I only wanna hear scary stories if there’s drowning in ‘em — but I bet ya can’t scare me and Selkie anyway.”
Just then, he lost his grip on the roof and fell, landing sprawled out on his twin sister. “Hey, sis!” For a moment, it was impossible to tell which one was which — they looked identical. “I’m just gonna— move my— leg— okay, we’re free. Begin.” The last part was directed at Odysseyfright.
