Frostedkit
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A white, long-furred she-kit was basking out in the iridescent sunlight from atop a rock, a yawn of - boredom? Frostedkit wasn't exactly sure - evading her lips. Ugh. Nothing to do. The maine coon eventually had decided to rise to her paws, tongue ravishing her chops as she scanned the area. Hm. Who could she go and pester, eh? Let's see, there's Moonclaw, Tigerpelt. Hm. Who to bother. Frostedkit couldn't help a short snicker of devious enthusiasm as she once again took in her surroundings.

// @SorrelClaw @MoontheMooncat432

Frostedkit
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It seemed no other cats were roaming around this very night, leaving Frostedkit with supposedly little options. Relenting upon her ideas of messing with some other, more interesting cat, Frosted decidedly slunk on over toward Tigerpelt and Moonclaw, who were -- by the looks of it -- uh... sharing a quick kiss.

Perfect opportunity for interruption, of course.

"HiIiI wEiRdoS!" she gasped, and shoved herself between the two. Hehe.

// @MoontheMooncat432 @SorrelClaw

Frostedkit
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Truth be told, Frostedkit couldn't have cared less about the slight pain that followed the slap a moment after: she was far too intent on messing with these two lovebirds. And to the brown tabby, she mewled, "Pft! It's me, Frostedkit!" The she-kit lifted an elegant white forepaw to her maw with the preparation to lick it. "So anyway, what're you two freaks doing out here tonight, hm?"