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Originally Posted by Starcrossed
Beekit
"Whats the point of living if you don't get in trouble?"
A troublemaker Tom who likes to cause mischief and thinks getting in trouble is funny
Age: 6 moons
Gender: Tom
Appearance: A yellow cat on the smaller side with dark stripes and white spots with a scratch on his nose.
Beekit rolled around, wrestling with a torn up mossball. His amber eyes locked on to the evergreen and snapped at it. All of a sudden he bumped into Marshmallow. Completely ignored the mossball as it rolled aside, he hopped from his side onto his four paws. He raised his tail and brought his head up, puffing out his chest.
"Hi Marshmallow! Wanna play?" He chirped.
With of flick of his tail, his sat down. Eyes flitting around and struggling to keep eye contact. |
Marshmallow was still in her thoughts when the tom kit crashed into her. The Riverclan warrior blinked, taken aback at first by the kit colliding with her, but once she realized what had happened, a soft mrrow of laughter escaped her maw
"Of course sweetheart-" She mewed softly, rising to her paws.
The queen hummed as she used her claws to cut a decent sized piece of moss out of her nest before balling it up and using a paw to gently swat it toward Beekit. The queens tail playfully waved behind her as she watched the kits moves, a wide grin plastered on her maw.