Anticipation - Private

[Breezepaw]

Aspenkit

Breezekit was practicing crouching down and stalking forward. Though, her actual stance was rather awkward. Her rump was in the air, as she leaned heavily on her forepaws, her tail wiggling in the air. Her forepaws scootched forward in small increments, because that was all she could manage. Her backlegs' movement was stilted and awkward. She had a determined expression on her face, though it looked vaguely like pouting because she was concentrating too hard.

Then she sprang forward, accidentally moving into an uncontrollable tackle... Right as someone walked into her path.

[Aspenkit]

Letting out a massive yawn, Aspenkit studied the camp center with an avid look of curiosity. It was the center of the social life of the clan, causing the young kit to be interested in many of the words being exchanged. There were a few young cats tussling about, and a particularly fluffy white kit that was attempting to practice... something. Stalking, perhaps? They certainly were doing a poor job of it. Actually, they looked remarkably like Whitefire, except for the black ear and bright blue eyes. Aspenkit shook out his mottled brown and cream fur, inhaling softly and kneading the ground gently.

As he strolled into camp, he became aware that there was an air of tension within it. Flattening his ears lightly, he slowed down his pace. All of a sudden, he could taste fur. Tumbling slightly, Aspenkit spat out a mouthful of loose white fur and gave the cat above him an attempted shove. "Gerroff me!" he irritably mewed, long tail swishing behind him.

Breezepaw

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[Breezepaw]

Breezekit was embarrassed by how she'd crashed into someone. However, her accidental victim's irritable tone of voice set off her temper. Her fur puffed up, as she quickly got off, but was quickly snapping at him. "It's not my fault you got in my way!" She squeaked defensively at the kit she'd accidentally attacked.

She wasn't keen on expressing her actual regret and shame for not being more careful, what with it being superseded by her pride. Her pride was a precious thing that was easily bruised, and bruised it was... Rather often, leading to small conflicts such as this. Combined with her rather childish temper, it let to small arguments between herself and other kits quite often. Which was a problem in the friendship department.