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Originally Posted by Beau
Tumblekit gave the warrior an odd look as he leaned in and sniffed her. The young feline smiled again when Risingcreek introduced himself and mewed, “Nice to meet you too!” As Risigcreek lay down, Tunblekit bounced up and down on her paws, excited to have someone to talk to. If she had known the older cat’s motive, to keep an eye on her, she would have been indignant. Tumblekit did not like to be treated like a kit, though she was one. This way, however, she just thought he wanted some company. “What do you wanna do?” She chirped, hopping around in a circle before him, “we could play mossball! Or tag!” Darting forward, Tumblekit poked Risingcreek with a small paw and hopped backwards with a giggle. |
risingcreek had always loved kits, despite never having his own. he just..never got the chance to. so he tried to visit the nursery every so often to see the kits, play with them, and so on. soon, when he retired, he would be able to do that all of the time. he was a senior warrior afterall. he gave a small chuckle, a purr rumbling from his chest as she got excited. ¨i dont mind playing a good game of mossball.¨ he mewed, looking around,¨just gotta find one first.¨