Posts by MiserableAtBest

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    Dreamy was currently suffering from pretty severe cabin fever. The other kits were so boring! They never were up for anything fun or exciting. The black smoke child had bided most of her day in the nursery, pining to get out and do something until finally she couldn't stand to laze around any while longer. Calling a quick goodbye to her foster mother she scurried out of the den as fast as her tiny black feet could manage.
    No sooner had she left did she notice her grandmother sitting outside the den, and hurried over. "Hi, granny," Dreamy would greet pleasantly as she addressed her fathers mother by her own personal nickname the child had decided for her. "Whatcha doin'?"


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    Dreamkit had been bouncing around camp in her usual way when she spotted her dad, lazing in the sun. She was about to go up and say hello when a devious idea crossed her little mind and she quickly dropped into a crouch. Making sure that the smoke child didn't wake her father up she tip-toed carefully across the camp to him, her green eyes narrowed with focus.
    Once she was within pouncing distance she wriggled her butt before pushing off the ground, aiming to leap right on to Pinballpaw. If she was successful the child would let out a victory squeal followed by a chorus of giggles. "Got ya!"


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    The petite smoke nodded in response to her grandmother's question, flashing her a toothy gin. "Yeah. I love it here," Dreamy would answer, it was a whole lot nicer here then it was with her mother. The feline felt a brief flash of bitterness towards her birth giver before it faded with a slight flick of her thin tail. "I just wish it wasn't so boring, ya know? I'm not allowed to do anything! I'm not old enough." Dreamkit would huff, impatient for her apprentice days. Life for a kit was never fun.


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    The child hurried over with enough time to hear the word 'garden'. "Oh! I love gardening," Dreamy would say once she's slowed to a halt, ears twitching with interest. She loved flowers, especially daisies, they were her favorite.


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    Dreamkit approached looking a bit crestfallen at the mention of a patrol. She was only a child after all, so patrols would have to wait. Sitting back from the scene the smoke child would watch to see who all was going.


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    Dreamkit watched with wide eyes as Kamui preformed his trick. Taking a step forward she braced herself to attempt the same thing. "That's so cool! I wanna try," Her face screwed up with effort as she tried to attempt the same movement, only to fall on her back. "Ouchy, that's harder then it looks!"


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    Dreamkit bounced over with a loopy grin on her face once spotting all the supplies. "Ooh, I wanna make a crown, Granny," The child would say to Cryptic, before reaching for supplies.


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    Dreamkit padded hesitantly through the rainforest, her seafoam hues were wide with anxiety. When she'd planned to sneak out of camp she hadn't realized how big the world was! Trees towered high above her, and distant animals created loud noises that made the child want to jump out of her skin. Now she understood why kits had to stay inside.
    Stopping at the base of a massive tree the kit sat down, her anxiety rising as the sun started setting. Surely somebody would be searching for her by now? Right?


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    Looking upwards at the sound of a voice the smoke child breathed a sigh of relief, at least she wasn't on her own anymore. Not that she would ever admit her fears to anyone, she was far too prideful for such a confession. "Exploring. What are you doing out here?" She would flash back at the kit, a nonexistant brow arched with curiosity. Wait, what had she called her? "What's a... dami-whatever?" Dreamy's expression would change to confusion as she tried to pronounce whatever the cat had said.



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    Man, this kit was weird. Not in a bad way, but a way that Dreamkit hadn't encountered before. "We could go exploring together then," The child would offer, seeing as exploring was more fun with two and she was eager to learn more about the newly introduced Witchkit. "I'm Dreamkit, by the way. Nice to meet ya." Rising to her feet and pacing towards the boulder where her damixorh was perched.


    //should they have a thread?? c:


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    Flashing a lopsided grin up at her father as a purr rumbled in her throat. A riverguard? That'd be so cool! The child could totally imagine herself kicking butt and being awesome just like Pinball. "I'll be the best riverguard ever!"


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