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Post by Bearpaw on Mar 24, 2016 1:17:12 GMT -6
Bearkit groaned in false-agony as he rolled around on the ground next to the fresh-kill pile. "Why me?!" he yowled, settling on his back and flailing his paws in the air dramatically. Paler flecks of rabbit fur were interlaced with his brown pelt, that, along with the blood still dotting his jaw, was evidence of the entire rabbit he had wolfed down a few minutes ago. "Arrrgh, I feel so fat!" he meowed, reaching down and patting his tummy with a fore-paw. It was a bit chubby, but his kitten metabolism was keeping him from getting overweight. The sound of footsteps approaching made Bearkit turn on his side. He quickly spotted his brother quickly. "Brother! Oh, dearest brother! I require assistance! I am too weak from gorging myself on delicious food shtuffs to stand on my own. Please, help me arise!" he grinned goofily at the other tom-kit, wondering if he would actually help him onto his paws or not. |
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Post by Flintpaw on Mar 24, 2016 15:25:33 GMT -6
Flintkit watched his brother's foolishness from afar. He eventually approached him, rolling his eyes playfully. "Why are always so dramatic?" Flinkit helped him anyway by going behind him, grabbing his brother's scruff in between his teeth and trying to pull him up. "Cloudclan, how much did you eat?" He mewed with Bearkit's fur in his mouth.
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Post by Bearpaw on Mar 24, 2016 22:18:36 GMT -6
"I cannot help it," the tom-kit meowed in a melancholic tone, referring to his brother calling him dramatic, "this clan is dry and fruitless when it comes to theatrics. Which leaves the burden of being dramatic upon," he sighed in a exasperated manner, "yours truly. Tragic, I know."
Bearkit squeaked in slight surprise as the other kitten grabbed him by the scruff and dragged him onto his paws. "Rude!" the dark brown kitten mewed in an indignant manner when Flintkit refereed to intake of food. He scoffed and turned his head to the side. "Buuuut, if you must know, the answer would be "a lot"!" he chuckled a bit as he turned back to face the other tom with a goofy grin on his features.
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Post by Flintpaw on Mar 25, 2016 22:21:09 GMT -6
Flintkit let go of his scruff and narrowed his eyes. "Your drama is enough for the entirety of Rockclan." He smiled when his brother laughed, almost laughing himself. He poked his brother in the chest with his paw. "If you're so bored, let's do something together." And despite their age and size, he tilted his head. "Want to play?"
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Post by Bearpaw on Mar 26, 2016 21:28:23 GMT -6
"Awww, thank you," the tom-kit mewed, eyes tearing up in happy manner at the compliment. He gasped in excitement when Flintkit offered to play. "Yes! I would adore that! Now, which game?" Bearkit tilted his head to the side as he gazed at his brother, bouncing a bit on his paws in pleased excitement. It must've looked a bit comical, considering the size of the kitten (he was about bout the size of a full-grown apprentice by now, despite his young age).
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Post by Flintpaw on Mar 26, 2016 23:16:13 GMT -6
Flintkit looked around for an activity. Near the elder's den, he spotted some dry moss that must have been used for water at some point. The kit ran over to it, almost skipping in happiness. He formed the moss into a ball and slapped it toward his brother. "Moss ball game!" He didn't quite know what to call it, but figured it would be fun to throw it around.
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