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Speckles didn't understand much of what was going on, to be perfectly honest. He understood it in vague, indifferent terms: there was a new leader who had imprisoned the old one. But how did that affect him personally? He couldn't be sure. And that uncertainty made him nervous.
The initiate crouched outside of the camp, his tail beating a rapid pattern on the ground beside him. A thin dust cloud billowed around him as he lined up every mouse he had found on the fresh-kill pile and laid them in a line, perfectly centered. This could easy his anxiety, he was sure of it, so he was buried deep in relative calculations as he compared tail lengths and fur colors.
Pollendrone had returned her fathers new kits back to him earlier that morning, sternly reminding him that she wouldnt allow him to slack off in raising them, she was there to help but refused to do all the work. It was strange how much she had grown, once following him everywhere craving his attention and now it was as if she were the parent.
She sighed as she traveled the tunnels to leave camp, not expecting anyone to be out she inhaled sharply when she saw Speckles crouched with a line up of dead mice in front of him. "Whatcha doin?" She asked quizzically once she regained her composure.
"Comparing mice," he said. "See, this one's tail is actually longer than its body. That isn't how it should be. And this one," he placed his paw on the third mouse, "doesn't have a tail at all. Oh, wait." He rolled it over and studied it closer. "Nevermind, somebody tore it off when they were hunting. Clumsy warriors."
"So the body should be longer than the tail?" She asked, walking up the mice opposite him. "Like how ours are?" She curled her tail around and placed it along her side to measure it, indeed it didn't reach the length of her body, stopping at the base of her neck.
Speckes nodded eagerly. This was the first time someone had taken an interest in his studies, and he was ecstatic; immediately, his concerns about what was going on in the clan were eased. "Yes! Some of the mice have it shorter but see, and this is the cool part..." He studied his piles and then swiped at a few mice, pulling them into a loose group, "many of them have a tail the same length as their body! Why do you think that is?"
It didn't take much to entertain Pollendrone, naturally curious she was easy to pull into situations like this one. "I couldn't say for sure, but from what I have seen they can live without their tails so what if the length being so long is a way to protect themselves?" She honestly didn't know, but it seemed like a logical theory. "That way if they are attack while running the tail gets hit first and then they get away?" Her head was tilted as she examined the mice he had laid out.
"That's a very good idea!" Speckles praised. "You could be right! I have no idea. I have a couple of my own theories, but the mice won't talk to me. Maybe they don't know the answer either." They would never know the reason, but Speckles didn't care about that. He liked theorizing, and he liked studying mice. They made for good subjects and a meal once he was done. Prey was prey, at the end of the day.
Pollendrones eyes lit up at the idea, it gave her a good reason to stretch her legs all while helping the intriguing tom with his research, something she was now interested in, the she-cat had never paid any real attention to the differences in mice or any prey for that matter; she stalked and killed it as anyone else would do. "Let's go find some more then, you've peaked my intrest."
His toes tapped excitedly on the ground beneath them. "Then let's go find mice! We'll have to crawl up close behind, then spook them. If we stand too far we won't be able to catch them, but get too close and we'll make the kill before they have a chance to flee," Speckles mused. He was speaking very fast now, his voice trailing briefly away into inaudible calculations.
