`gold teeth, grey goose | private, monarch | tripping in the bathroom

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    [Justify]Pockykit was bounding around camp as usual, going around the entire area in a repeated circle. The cinnamon tabby point's tail lashed as he trotted about, golden ocular dull with boredom, but the sun's glare made it seem otherwise. Boredom is something that claimed every lot's life, whether they liked it or not. They could never get enough and only wanted to drink the world in a little more than they already have.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 225px; margin-top: -20px;][justify][color=black][font=arial]Monarchkit had been... Maybe dozing, maybe daydreaming, maybe just resting in the nursery, but she certainly hadn't been doing anything very interesting or important before opening her eyes and noticing Pockykit outside going in circles about the camp. Curious, the serval kitten had risen to her paws and stepped outside, only shivering slightly at the sudden cold.
    "Hi?"
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    [justify]The slender tabby point skidded to a halt as the serial she-kit greeted him. He flashed her a grin before responding, "Hey. What's up?" Finally, he could stop running around. It was only a way to keep him busy and distract him from how boring everything is. Hopefully Monarchkit, who he hasn't gotten too much of a chance to talk to, could be a new distraction from the nothingness going on in the camp.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 225px; margin-top: -20px;][justify][color=black][font=arial]"I don't know... Nothing much I guess? Why were you running around in circles?" Moni had been thinking that he was chasing something, but at a glance, she couldn't find anything that was even remotely chase-able.
    Maybe he was... Running for fun?
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    [justify]The realization of how strange him trotting around camp must have appeared caught up with him, and an amused grin made itself present upon his maw as he tried to imagine himself a few moments ago through someone else's eyes. "I was extremely bored. I do random stuff like that whenever I'm bored enough. Sitting around isn't my style," Pockykit answered. He used to be that kind of lit, lazing about and waiting for someone to approach him first. Lately, he'd been managing to find ways to entertain himself, no matter how stupid his solution seemed.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 225px; margin-top: -20px;][justify][color=black][font=arial]At Pockykit's reply, Monarchkit grinned as well. She really should run around or do something like that when she was bored too; it was more useful than lying around, and certainly a lot funnier.




    But then Monarchkit had another thought. If he had been running to become un-bored, Pockykit must like running somewhat. And... She liked to run. Or at least, Monarchkit liked to be fast.
    "Hey... You want to race?"
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    [justify]Pockykit allowed a smirk appear on his face at the she-kit's suggestion. He glanced down at his paws briefly and extended his right forever; it was longer than the average lot's, giving him am advantage of speed. His attention returned to Monarchkit and he flashed her another grin. "You're on. Where to where?"

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 225px; margin-top: -20px;][justify][color=black][font=arial]"From here to...that tree, and back!" Monarch waved her tail at a pine tree some distance away, before glancing back at Pockykit confidently. Perhaps he might be fast...
    But she was a serval. And servals had longer legs than any cat.




    So what if that was cheating?
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    [Justify]"Sweet. On your mark," the fiery colored kit purred, already crouching in preparation to launch himself forward. He noticed the advantage she had as well, along with being older, but that sure as hell wouldn't stop the excited kit from trying his best to beat her. And he let it be her mark since it was her idea to race, anyway.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 225px; margin-top: -20px;][justify][color=black][font=arial]"Get ready... Set..." At first she had contemplated just yelling 'go' without any warning but chose against it. If she was going to race... It was going to be fair -ish.




    "Go!"
    And with the call, Monarchkit leapt forwards.
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    [justify]With a grin, the tomkit launched himself forward and pressed himself forward, dashing as fast as he could manage toward the tree Monarchkit had indicated as the turn around point.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 225px; margin-top: -20px;][justify][color=black][font=arial]Likewise, Monarch sprinted towards the tree, and upon reaching it, turned sharply, paws skidding slightly on the snow.
    But it was definitely not the right time to take a tumble. And luckily, Monarchkit didn't; after a second to regain sure footing, the serval kit launched herself back into a dash.
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    Pockykit frowned as he realized the serval kit was ahead of him. What the crack? The tomkit launched himself forward so he was a little way ahead of her. His grin reappeared and he continued dashing toward the original place they started.


    //low muse

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 225px; margin-top: -20px;][justify][color=black][font=arial]Seeing Pockykit pass her, Monarch ran faster as well, sprinting forwards at full speed. She would not be beaten by a Pockykit!
    As they neared the end, she closed her eyes and leaped and crossed the invisible line, maybe before, maybe after, and maybe at the same time as the other kit.




    Slowing to a stop, she opened her hazel eyes to find that...
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    Pockykit had passed the line a second after her, but he took advantage of her eyes having been closed. "It was a tie!" the energetic kit panted.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 225px; margin-top: -20px;][justify][color=black][font=arial]"Really?" Monarchkit mewed, looking up. She didn't question Pockykit's response further though, though she was slightly suspicious. If it was a tie, she would simply have to try harder next time... Next time.
    "Again?"
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 225px; margin-top: -20px;][justify][color=black][font=arial]"Fine..." Monarchkit agreed, with a hint of impatience. Yes, she was slightly out of breath from the run as well, but was she going to let Pockykit see that? Nooo.
    Instead, the serval kitten paced around the other kit in a circle, to pass time. It was, on a smaller scale, what she had seen Pockykit do when he was bored: run in circles.
    "Done yet?"
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