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Spiritbunny
| Any pronouns | RC warrior | Moons 22 | No purrks |

Spiritbunny smiled to each of the kits as each one came up, some sticking to the back and away from him while others munched on the fish they brought for them as a snack. Good, good. Now then, what story, what story. Hmmmm...The warrior-poet thought about it for a moment, though not wanted to take too long as kits are quite impatient creatures, she settled for a simple story. One that she was told when they were just a kt in the nursery like the ones in front of her. How funny it is how fast paced life seems to be when you take time to think about it. Spiritbunny sat up straight and with one last glace of their golden eyes across the kits, began to tell their story.

"Many moons ago, there lived a cat
Though it wasn't quite as simple as that

For this cat lived with his ghost
Just ask around, that's what they tell most

The pair lived in a forest that was more than wild
Though that was just the way they wanted it to be as a child

The cat would pull his ghost in for a dance
The ghost would never turn away the chance

To spin, to frolic, to hop, to play
Cat was always such fun, thought the ghost, until one day

The day that the cat was called to be an apprentice
Ghost was to be his best, this day was tremendous

But after that Cat no longer wanted to dance and sing
And soon the little ghost found himself on a string

Training, training, training, where was the fun in that?
Ghost asked the cat

What about the fields and games, friends and play?
I can't do that, not anymore, I will not sway

It was as though the cat was replaced by some unknown figure
Ghost was just as lost, his dear Cat turned so bitter."

Spiritbunny spoke the lines easily, reciting the tale that he heard so many times growing up from memory like it was something as natural to them as hunting or fighting was. Because it was, Spiritbunny was a poet after all, it was his job to recall such things, how else would he be able to make stories? Or rather, why make stories at all if you were just going to forget them. Personally, she thought the story clunky and downright bad in some parts, even as a kit they thought that, the tempos off and it didn't roll of the tongue like a song like the stories that Spiritbunny writes but he doesn't dare change it. It was a story of his youth, he couldn't just change it. Besides, kits don't usually care about things like counts and tempos and rhythms like he did so they probably wouldn't even notice.

The warrior waited for the kits to say anything if they wanted to, taking a small breather from how much she had spoken in just one go. Their golden eyes swept the group for reactions, curiously.