life is for living & i don't want to live it alone // open

[justify][font=times new roman]He wore an enigmatic expression for a mere kit. But it was on the inside that the emotions churned. It was odd really. Bermudakit had never experienced such a thing. What is it?! It wasn't like the surroundings were depressing the black furred tom. Nope. It was midday and the shadows were at their smallest. The sky above was an eggshell blue, flecked with lovely clouds. Maybe it was the sense of emptiness from having no siblings around. No true friends. And you can add 'mother' to that list. But that was better than no mother at all, right? Because in Berty's mind, he didn't have a father. Freepaw or Fallpaw, whatever that goddamned cat's name was, meant nothing to him. Yeah, maybe that was it.
With the energy waning out of him, Bermudakit stood, or rather sat, at the edge of camp for quite a while.

[justify][font=times new roman]Bermudakit's light eyes flittered up and appraised the new figure, his face taking on a bleak grin.
"Androidkit, hi." He shifted his weight to the other paw, sniffed once and settled back into position. He'd seen his fellow denmate around before, don't get me wrong there. Why'd she want anything to do with him? "How can I be of your assistance?" Hey, he was getting back some of his old tongue back. Though the tone was pretty monotonous. Maybe he was just glad to see someone. Anyone. They actually approached him! But regardless of any contradictions, a bright side was found.
Berty blinked blankly, awaiting her response.

[justify][font=times new roman]The black kit eyed her for a moment, debating with himself.
"I . . . I dunno Androidkit." He didn't really feel like playing, and that was what his expression showed. Uncertainty. Awkwardness. Well, Berty was quite the actor because just then he leaped - a flying puff of black. Bermudakit let out a funny guffaw.

(would you mind if i made the thread open? it might make it more interesting. and you wouldn't have to wait for my long replies.)

[justify][font=times new roman]This was interesting. How quickly Bermudakit changed. It's amazing what one person, or rather cat, can do to you.
The son of Frostpaw bounced to the left, only to meet Andy's outstretched forearms. As the jump connected with its target, Berty fell back against the ground.
"Great mother . . . " The black kit found it hard to break loose as he was both laughing and trapped under the she-kit. "God. What have you been eating?"

[justify][font=times new roman]ooc: Sorry for not posting in a while. -.-
I think I will be making Bermuda an apprentice. Silklace was his planned mentor, so maybe we can get a thread going for them instead. Will Android be having her ceremony as well?

ic: "Cannibal!" he accused, jerking his head back to avoid her paws. The kit didn't have the best understanding of the word, but it seemed to suit the situation well enough. Berty rolled off to the side, hoping to dislodge her in this way.