Post by Frostkit on Feb 3, 2016 15:19:07 GMT -6
(Lonekit . Sorry about the punny title.)
As was often the case when the day was frigid, Frostkit found himself confined to the nursery, with not much more to do than play with a stray bit of moss he'd found, likely dislodged from one of the many nests in the den. With a sigh, the young tom rolled onto his back, feeling the boredom he was so used to oppressing him, as if the feeling had a tangible mass. He turned onto his side, hoping to escape the suffocating feeling by finding a more comfortable position. The kit batted at the moss ball absentmindedly, his white-tufted ears searching for sounds within the nursery and beyond, curious as to whether there were any cats nearby, while his gaze raked the darkness, looking for anything his ears did not pick up. He hit the ball of moss a bit too hard while his mind was elsewhere, and he watched as it sailed away into the darkness, coming to an abrupt halt as it struck another cat. "Sorry about that," he called, hoping he hadn't hurt anybody, then realizing it was likely impossible to hurt a cat with moss. Standing, Frostkit made his way over to the cat he'd hit, seeing upon closer inspection that she seemed to be a kit as well. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked, his brow furrowed with worry; despite the answer he'd come to through logic, he couldn't help but feel bad for having hit a denmate, even if it was with moss.
As was often the case when the day was frigid, Frostkit found himself confined to the nursery, with not much more to do than play with a stray bit of moss he'd found, likely dislodged from one of the many nests in the den. With a sigh, the young tom rolled onto his back, feeling the boredom he was so used to oppressing him, as if the feeling had a tangible mass. He turned onto his side, hoping to escape the suffocating feeling by finding a more comfortable position. The kit batted at the moss ball absentmindedly, his white-tufted ears searching for sounds within the nursery and beyond, curious as to whether there were any cats nearby, while his gaze raked the darkness, looking for anything his ears did not pick up. He hit the ball of moss a bit too hard while his mind was elsewhere, and he watched as it sailed away into the darkness, coming to an abrupt halt as it struck another cat. "Sorry about that," he called, hoping he hadn't hurt anybody, then realizing it was likely impossible to hurt a cat with moss. Standing, Frostkit made his way over to the cat he'd hit, seeing upon closer inspection that she seemed to be a kit as well. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked, his brow furrowed with worry; despite the answer he'd come to through logic, he couldn't help but feel bad for having hit a denmate, even if it was with moss.