Fenkit
a small gray and black tom with white speckles
7/10
Fenkit had been sleeping curled up in a small ball when the loud voice of goatscrunch. Grunting in annoyance he clambered over to sit down. Sharp yellow eyes staring directly ahead.
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꧁༺ inside this place is warm, Outside it starts to pour ༻꧂
-- This event is Story Time with Goatscrunch,
which fulfills the "Clan history" kit curriculum.
To meet the requirement, you need to make
at least 2 posts reacting to his story.
The mentions I pulled are from the kit section of the allegiances.
I probably won't mention the bulk again
unless Goat gets cranky with a lack of attendance!--
Goatscrunch wrinkled his nose as he slowly shuffled out of the elders' tree, half-lidded eyes scouring the clearing for some munchkins to talk to. The den had been particularly lonely as of late, and the dinosaur (not to be confused with dino.) was getting restless.
"Hey, snot-balls! Git over here, it's about time someone educated ya on Clan history." He bleated towards the nursery, expecting a sea of goop-babies to come pouring out at any moment. Clan history was his expertise, and he was more than happy to enlighten them on what had happened in his lifetime.
Eelkit was there. He noticed his brother Plumkit, but said nothing as to not interrupt anyone.
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Note I have ADHD and autism. I get easily overwhelmed, take a while to write long posts and I struggle to focus. My cats' opinions are not mine. They are whatever they think.
As Icekit made his way over, he noticed lots of other kits. His eyes sparkled as though made of glitter, and he immediately sat down in front of Goatscrunch.
Shockkit awoke to the sound of Plumkit rushing out. She slowly and carefully followed the excited kit to a spot where many kits were gathering around an old elder. She spotted her brother, Sparkkit, sitting to the side, glancing at the Medicine Den every now and then. She wondered what that was about, but didn't care to find out. She came up by Plumkit and sat down, asking him what was happening.
Okay, so she wasn't a kit, but Goatscrunch technically hadn't said anyone else was barred from coming. Bumblestar sat down at the edge of the baby crowd, out of the way of most of the pipsqueaks but still well within ear-shot.
What's a Snotball, the little kitten wondered as her siblings rushed out to meet the big cat calling them. Strangely, it was as though they responded to the name snotball - which was weird. Were they snotballs? (She thought snot was icky). But maybe it meant something else as well... Who knew, truly. All she knew is that her siblings came running out and she wanted in on whatever fun they were going to do! Wiggling her haunches jump-stumbling out of the nest, the wobbly kitten struggled over to where Plumkit, Eelkit and Fawnkit were. It wasn't an easy path, her legs not being cooperative she fell a few times on the way. But all the same, Poppykit came to a halt and sat by her siblings, looking up at Goatscrunch with a curious but perplexed expression. "What is s-no-t-b-all-s?"
Re: history is written by the victors
