Live in the hotel was great for the playful son of Mairead and Permafrost. He had plenty to do, ranging from playing about on the patios to rummaging around through the broken closets that were placed in each hotel room. Today he had chosen to do the latter and was already eager to do say. Days had been long ever since he had been grounded to the hotel with the rest of his tussling siblings, but being a natural explorer, Hinterkit here always managed to find something to do. An ear-to-ear smile was present on his maw and his golden eyes gleamed as if they had been constructed of pure solid gold as Hinterkit trotted up the stairs with some trouble. His heavy savannah paws thudded lightly against the cold floor as he trotted onward through the hallways, poking his head into a seemingly quiet hotel room. The window that sat high up against the wall was smashed from harsh weather and abandonment, wind rustling in and shaking the tattered curtains.
A pair of glowing golden eyes dilated as Hinterkit examined this empty room; it smelled musty and completely run down but already it had sparked up this tomcat wanderlust. The red spotted tabby, his paws twitching restlessly as he skipped towards an ajar closer, curiously tilted his rounded savannah head and continued to grin. He pawed at the door, chuckling brightly as the door opened completely with a creak that proved it was old and worn. Hinterkit's handsome optics searched the wooden closet, noticing that a few scraps of wrinkled up paper had been scattered about with some small strips of cloth. But that wasn't what had interested Hinterkit here. What did interest him was the dusty tan-colored scarf that hung from a metal coat hanger about half a meter up. His mouth gaped wide and he let out a squeal of excitement, glad that he had managed to come across something like this that would keep him entertained for hours at a time. The kitten of Mairead and Permafrost clawed gently at the scarf until it feel from the coat hanger, dragging it out of the closet to examine it with an acute tilt of his head. Perhaps this was from the previous tenants? Well, it was Hinterkit's now.