☼ ☼ ☼ Often times being a kitten was boring, at least for Chamomilekit it felt as though the days were dragging by quite often. No matter what she seemed to try and kill time with, often the molly found herself staring at the sky and wondering a multitude of things. It was then that she could pass the time, deep within her reverie. Perhaps other kits shared her habits, somewhere maybe, but most kits seemed content to run around and play and hop around. Often Chamo watched almost wistfully as the kits played, occasionally jealousy also danced within her copper hued orbs. She knew it was partly her fault for distancing herself from the "norms" of a kitten and thus she simply held her emotions deep within herself. Perhaps she could learn to embrace some habits, or she could at least try.
That was exactly how Chamomilekit ended up in her current predicament, trying to be more of a kitten. The tabby was crouched behind a small snowbank that was near the Nursery, her amber eyes focused on the entrance of said den. Whoever was going to walk out next was going to be her victim of attack, or she was going to try to make them her victim at least. Lowering her feathered tail so it wasn't sticking up, Chamomilekit blinked her orbs. It wasn't until she opened them that she saw someone arriving out of the Nursery, and then without a warning the molly would jump in an attempt to leap onto whoever it was.