Just Another Echo

[Echokit]

Echokit's jaws gaped into a long heavy yawn, amber eyes drowsy. She had spent all night pretending that she was a warrior, which had been quite fun while it lasted. Padding slowly through the nursery, her blurry gaze shifted throughout the den in search of something to do, something which would help her boredom. The kits were in their own little groups, either batting at their mother's tail or playing fighting with one another, a small bit of jealously swept over her, thus leading Echokit to heave a sigh. Rolling onto her back, the calico she-cat stared at the leafy walls of the nursery, blankly allowing herself to be consumed by nothingness. 

[Beechroot]

Beechkit wasn't really near anybody at the moment. He sat in solitude against the wall of the nursery. His eyes were open but it was almost like he wasn't awake. They stared at nothing in particular and he barely breathed. He was a strange kitten, but not even he cared.

[Echokit]

Echokit's dull amber eyes shifted onto a strange kit who was sitting all along, expression emotionless. Cocking her multi-colored head, the she-cat carefully dropped into a hunting position, approaching the tom. Taking low steady breaths, her eyes gleamed with mischief as she reared up her hind legs, jumping onto the kit meowing, "You seem like a curious kit!"

[Beechroot]

Beechkit turned to see the kit jumping at him. It happened in slow motion in his eyes and he could do nothing about it. He accepted the jump and was pushed to the ground. Only a small squeak escaped his mouth. "Hello. I'm Beechkit." Was all he had to say.

[Echokit]

While on top of the kit, the calico she-cat's tail hung high in the air, swinging slightly. Her bright amber eyes were now full of new found energy and relief after her boredom. Greeting the kit with a flick of her black tipped ears, Echokit replied, "I'm Echokit. I couldn't help but notice that you seemed deep in thought, what's on your mind."

She jumped off of him and sat on the grassy floor of the nursery, shuffling her paws with anticipation. Although he didn't seem like the talkive type, she still felt it would be interesting to meet all types of cats.

[Beechroot]

Beechkit felt her weight move off of him. He slowly rose up back into a sitting position. His yellow eyes shifted from the ground to the she-kit. "My mind always focuses on one thing for a long period of time. Today, it's food." He paused, taking a breath before he talked more than he ever had. "I was perfectly fine with mother's milk. Then she pushed me to eat out of the fresh-kill pile. Blood and guts disgust me. It's hard for me to eat a squirrel or a mouse because the first thing I see is its wound."