Post by Perchpaw on Jun 18, 2015 11:57:44 GMT -6
Perchkit had been keeping to herself too much lately. If she didn't start making attempts to interact with her fellow denmates, she was going to crumble away from the social caste and become nothing more than a barely visible shadow. The problem was that, Perchkit was an expert at joining a game or a conversation, but founding one? The little black-and-white kitten wasn't exactly a born leader, she liked to think of herself as more of a supportive and encouraging follower. Perchkit scanned the nursery and in doing so located a mossball that had been discarded in the corner, at closer inspection she discovered that the moss was still soft and fresh which saved her the trouble of having to shape an entirely new one. She scooped the mossball up with a socked paw and tossed it high into the air. Pushing off with her hind legs, Perchkit sprung up and snatched the mossball right out of the air. She let out a playful meow and began to hit the mossball, passing it between her two front paws. She hoped that she looked like she was having the time of her life and that it would attract some of those around her.
