as if her mind isn't dark enough [open intro.]

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    ★ It was raining. Puddlekit should have been used to the ever changing weather which was characteristic of late leaf-bare and early new-leaf. But somehow, the oriental still found the weather further dampening her spirits as the once soothing pitter-patter of rainfall only lulled her deeper into her state of sadness. She sat at the entrance of the nursery, watching the other kits splash around and play in the sprinkling drizzle outside. Casting her olive green gaze downwards, the torte child folded her large ears back letting her thoughts consume her once more and letting out a heavy sigh. Yet another dull day in a dull and pointless world.



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    Ratkit was indeed playing out in the rain, much to the chagrin of his mother, who would have preferred he stayed clean and dry in their nest. He was pretending the raindrops were enemy warriors and was trying to pounce on as many of them as possible. When he noticed Puddlekit he paused and then scampered over to her. "Hey Puddlekit, there's you all over the ground!" he giggled, swatting some muddy water at her.

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    ★ Jumping away and hissing in surprise, the tortoiseshell kitten would let her fluffy tail fluff up, olive green gaze wide. "What is wrong with you! You got me all wet!" yeah, ratkit wasn't really her favorite person lately. He always seemed to be doing something that annoyed her, weather it was talking about death in a casual way or splashing her with dirty water. He just made her so angry! in fact, this time she was so angry that she ended up crying. Hissing at the tom, she would aim to impulsively shove him into a large puddle with her fore-paws. Why was she always so aggressive? Even she wasn't quite sure. Feeling bad but not wanting to admit it, whether her attack worked or not she would let out an angry huff and sit back down, licking the mud and water splatters off of her soft fur. what a jerk.


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    Ratkit cackled gleefully at her reaction, even more so when she shoved him sharply into the puddle. He flipped over in the dirty water, and wriggled, plastering his fur with mud. Later this would result in his mother giving him a box over the ears and a good spanking, and dragging him back outside so he wouldn't get mud all over the nest. Then she'd make him stand out in the rain to shower him off rather than dirty her tongue on his fur. He knew for sure she would, because that was the way his mother was. But that would come later, and even though it hung in the back of his mind, right now he was having too much fun.


    When he looked back up, she was tearfully cleaning herself off. His gray-green eyes narrowed deviously and he lunged at her, aiming to bowl her over.