[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by Beau

Dovecoo didn’t know what grand plans Papayakit had for herself. She only knew the humble plans Honeythistle had for her and all of his daughters. She didn’t know why Papayakit would fight it, when the time came. Sure, Dovecoo had enjoyed her time as a warrior and often missed the excitement and business of that life, but Honeythistle had enlightened her as to her place. Papayakit had the fortune of being born into this type of world. She wouldn’t know what she was missing. Dovecoo watched Papayakit intently, noticing the kit look around for her. Papayakit seemed to be growing annoyed and Dovecoo didn’t want her to think she had ditched her, so she flicked her tail just enough to grab Papayakit’s attention and started prowling forward to ‘attack’ the kit. Papayakit bounced away and Dove coo leaped after her, bounding over the kit to land in front of her and turn to face her. “Gotcha! Dovecoo crowed as she thrust out a paw to gently tag her playmate.

Papayakit had let out a little squeak of surprise when Dovecoo popped in front of her, jabbing her with a paw. Papayakit had squealed, loudly. Almost a little too loud in the nursery as she had been startled. Assuming that Dovecoo began running, Papayakit stomped down a paw. “Hey! Nooooo fair!” She cried out, clearly displeased as any kit would be when they didn’t win a game. A little bit of her dramatic side was showing through. The she kit picked herself up, a more calmer expression and she bounded away after Dovecoo. Again, she trampled over a few cats, hearing some of the queens hiss at her. Papayakit didn’t bother to apologize as it wasn’t in her mind to have certain manners when it camento such. So, she ignored them because her gaze was on a certain cat. Her tail feathery and white, catching the kit’s gaze. Her mind blanked out once more as she suddenly forgot the game of tag. All she wanted to do was chase after Dovecoo’s tail. Something she found joy in when her father allowed her and Magnoliakit to chase his tail to keep them distracted. Sometimes he’d raise itnso high that it forced the two She kits to jump about. They could never reach it. Honeythistle always got a good laugh out of it. Papayakit’s eyes continued to follow after her object’s movement, and she moved at the speed of a driven rabbit trying to outrun a cat, but she wasn’t fast. Occasionally, she had tripped over her own paws, but got back up quickly to start running again.