[nyme]

YOU LOOK LIKE YOU'VE SWALLOWED THE SUN

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SALAMANDERKIT . 6 MOONS . SHE/HER . RIVERCLAN

A certain little terror's really got to figure out how to be timely in her attendance or she's going to live to regret it. Salamanderkit ignores the call initially, so immersed in bullying a poor beetle is she. Who cares about this grown cat stuff! She needs to show this bug who's boss!

It's a shame, too; the warning to misbehaving young cats is one that she should be sat there and absorbing, for how relevant it's destined to be for her. Alas, Fadingstar's words drift over her head, not into her ears. Pity, that.

The beetle has stopped resisting by the time news continues on about their impending return home. Salamanderkit finally peeks up and over at the gathered cats, the mighty Starpoint. The terms of Riverclan's return are a thing she tries to be present for, she does....but, gah, it's a lot of talking. It's a lot of talking and Salamanderkit is just one speckly little dummy and that damned beetle just twitched at her—!!

The battle is back on in full force. She hits it, slaps it, bowls it, nips it. Names are being listed off for some great accolade, but she's too busy dewinging that poor beetle. Names, news, nothing. Guh. Take that! And that!

—Salamanderkit,—

What. Oh no. Is she in trouble?

Salamanderkit's managed to wedge the whole bug into her mouth by the time her name is called. She looks up owlishly, one crooked beetle leg dangling out of her mouth. Oh, okay, it's just apprentice stuff—it's apprentice stuff!!!

Suddenly Salamanderkit moves with the urgency and attentiveness that she'd been lacking this whole time, careening through the gathered cats to bulldoze her way up front and center. Her mouth moves clumsily around the bug in it as she desperately tries to chew it small enough to swallow (which is her first instinct rather than just spitting the darn thing out). She's still working at it as she sits in place, pelt a mess and eyes huge.