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    「 one kiss, bad for me — but i give in so easily 」

    Certainly time seemed to allude him as he stayed in the nursery, he was getting older, and larger, and it was just about time for him to get out in his opinion. But as usual, he was forbidden from doing anything but complaining. The kit batted his paws at a NPC Queen's tail, disrupting her sleep and causing her to yell at him to get away from her.


    Ears flat to his head he came out of the nursery and jumped into a game of mossball that some younger kits were enjoying. His larger paws easily stole the ball away from them, and soon one was crying for his mother, who came out and chased Timberkit away from the game he was enjoying. Silently he wished Stonekit and Whitekit wanted to play with him, but instead he was stuck on his own. Which always happens. He thought, as he recalled how alone he's been for a bit. His eyes wandered and his paws led him, it was luck that led him to the freshkill pile and skill that had him dragging a scrawny bird off of the top just to play with. All he wanted were the feathers, One of the kits would love this! Which they would if it came from a warrior, not just a kit who enjoyed running the foods of others.


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    IC: "That's a little big and feathery for you," Iceforest mused as she came to the freshkill pile and dropped the morning's catch. Was Timberkit trying to occupy himself again? He must have been coming close to apprentice age, so of course he'd be a bit too big to play with the younger kits. Thankfully, it was newleaf, so the warm weather would be relaxing tensions about lack of prey or keeping warm.


    Though perhaps he shouldn't occupy himself with prey. Was he taking it to a queen, perhaps? That would be a good occupier for five-moon-old kits, she mused. Tell them they were the overseers of the camp when warriors were busy, and that they had to keep camp clear of debris and keep an eye on the elders and queens. They could take them smaller prey and medicine. They could help groom them and keep their dens tidy and occupy the younger kits, all in preparation for the responsibility that came with apprenticeship. Surely that wasn't too strenuous for an older kit to do. Maybe she'd mention it to Flickerstar on an idle day. Or, just maybe, she'd get a dream from her late mate and friends in Starclan so she could propose it to the clan's shared ancestors.


    That was all theory, though. Timberkit shouldn't have much longer to wait. And maybe she could suggest something for him to do in the meantime. But those feathers would surely be a literal mouthful for the kit. They would make good bedding, though. Maybe she could show him how loners bit the pointy quill off, and he could arrange them in the elders' and queens' nests.

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    "jeepers," turtlekit sounded as the fem trailed closer, nimble little paws carrying her to the scene without a moments hesitation. she rounded the warrior, not meaning to be rude but intrigued by the situation, and parked herself hardly a tail length away from the much larger tom. the kit stared at the bird for a moment, before turning her green gaze to timberkits features. "'re you gonna eat all that yourself?" she inquired to her denmate, head tilting to the side ever-so-slightly.

    「 one kiss, bad for me — but i give in so easily 」

    "Oh yeah, it's maybe a little too big, but I can handle it. I got something planned for the feathers, dunno bout the bird though." Maybe he'll rip it apart? He still wasn't use to eating raw meat versus the warm milk he use to get from his adopted mother. He liked Iceforest, she was a cool warrior, he remembered talking to her a few days ago and she taught him something, it was hard to remember the conversation. But he remembered the mossbal- Oh yeah, she was telling me how I could make a big mossball with out stealing it from the warriors.


    Yeah that was definitely it.


    He placed a growing paw on the plump stomach of the bird and yanked four more feathers off of it. His ears pricked at the sound of someone approaching, but he didn't lift his head as his jaw closed around more feathers and he pulled. Only did he looked up when he heard that it was Turtlekit.


    "Maybe we can eat it together then." He shrugged, his current task still fresh in his head as he wanted to have a big pile of feathers to give to the queens and elders.


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