`that doll is mine | private, repeatingkit

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent bordercolor=transparent; background:url(http://i60.tinypic.com/2v7yp2f.jpg); width: 380px; height: 389px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; color: #EE4000][fancypost bgcolor=#EE4000; border-radius: 10px; border: 2px ridge #9D1309; width: 300px; height: 200px; margin-top: 130px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; color: #9D1309; text-align: justify; overflow: auto]Pockykit was pouncing on a twoleg doll that he'd recieived as a gift when he was younger. He hadn't used it as much as he'd like to, and for some reason, it had decided to enter his thoughts that day. So the hyper tomkit had brought it out to be played with; using it for what it had been suggested for the day he'd gotten it. He was practicing his hunting skills, crouching down and trying to distribute his weight as evenly as he could, stalking toward it silently, then pouncing, using his long limbs to launch himself forward and land nimbly on the toy.


    A small smile would appear upon his maw every time he would land neatly; how he would perform as an apprentice and warrior meant quite a lot to him. But whenever he executed the leap rather sloppily, either landing on the doll crookedly or missing it altogether, a pissed frown would plaster itself onto the handsome tomkit's face.


    His most recent attempt to capture the doll between his paws had been not so graceful, and one of the many swear words he heard all the time from older members' mouths managed to escape his own. [b]"Fuuuck."[/fancypost]


    [c] linda

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    Having heard the sudden curse word, Repeatingkit lifted his gaze. Though he couldn't see the tom-kit, he narrowed his yellow visionaries and watched the kit with the doll. "Er, what are you doing?" Repeatingkit questioned from a distance.

    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent bordercolor=transparent; background:url(http://i60.tinypic.com/2v7yp2f.jpg); width: 380px; height: 389px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; color: #EE4000][fancypost bgcolor=#EE4000; border-radius: 10px; border: 2px ridge #9D1309; width: 300px; height: 200px; margin-top: 130px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; color: #9D1309; text-align: justify; overflow: auto]Pockykit was squatting down into another crouch when he heard the blind kit say his name. Lifting himself up to his full height, he turned his gaze to where the familiar face sat; he hadn't conversed with him properly, but he'd seen him around enough to know his name. "Hey, Repeatingkit," the cinnamon tabby point meowed with a small and friendly smile. He then glanced down at the doll and shrugged his shoulders. "Practicing my hunting."


    What else could he do? There wasn't very much a kit could do, seeing as he couldn't go outside camp alone, though that hasn't really stopped him before. Lately, however, he has been finding activities to do to captivate his attention, no matter how stupid. Thinking about it, he probably appeared stupid whenever he was doing one of his random time-occupying things. And most of the time, they were rather out of the blue. [/fancypost]


    [c] linda

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    Nodding, the tux kitten sat down. He wasn't sure how he'd ever be able to hunt or fight when he couldn't see a thing.

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    [c] linda

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    "I'm fine." Repeatingkit responded with a shrug. Was he fine? He didn't know. Looking up, the tux blinked wondering if Pockykit was still attacking the doll.

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    "Er, I've never played with a doll before." The tux kitten meowed, shuffling his paws. "I've actually never played with anything."

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    "Well it's not that I haven't wanted to play with things," He would say as he carefully walked towards the other kitten, "I just don't have the sight ability to see it.."

    "That shouldn't stop you; I once built an entire snowcat with a blind she-kit," the cinnamon tabby point replied, recalling the time he and Forget-mekit had constructed the snow being.

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    Irritation rippled through the kitten's blood. "Not everyone develops the same." He meowed quickly.


    /no muse