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Post by Needleclaw on Feb 19, 2017 10:53:08 GMT -6
Needlekit kicked up a clump of moss of the nursery's bedding and flung it across the den, watching with a blank face as it bounced noiselessly against the floor. Boring, he thought, plopping onto his side with a loud, over-exaggerated groan. "It's so boring here," he whined, not caring if he was talking to himself. |
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Post by Featherkit on Feb 20, 2017 16:59:32 GMT -6
Featherkit had tried to get some sleep but there was so much movement around the camp and nursery that she couldn't shut her eyes for more than a few moments before interruption. Sitting up, she abandoned hopes of sleeping and began washing her long grey fur when a mossball rolled up to her paws. Pricking her ears, she crouched and swatted the ball back in the direction that it came from. "I agree" said Featherkit softly as she heard a kit groan about boredom.
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Post by Needleclaw on Feb 20, 2017 18:07:25 GMT -6
Needlekit squeaked in surprise and jumped to his feet when the mossball he had thrown earlier came flying back at him. Woah, maybe it's magic! he thought, the fur on the back of his neck still spiked up as he sniffed the mossball curiously, not seeing Featherkit until she spoke. "Oh," he mewed under his breath, a little disappointed that he hadn't found a magic mossball. Still, he had a playmate, which he figured was almost as good. "Who're you?" he mewed curiously, clawing the mossball into the air and hitting it back towards the she-kit. |
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