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March 31st, 2018 06:02 PM |
Re: SkyClan Nursery
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Originally Posted by Empress Of Evil
(Post 484299)
The Maine Coon blinked at the other kit, as he tried to make sense out of her words. Five moon old kit? What did she mean five moon old kit? Was she talking to someone else? Had she even realised that he was talking to her? Confusion clouded his amber eyes as he became dizzy with all the questions. Ohh! She must think I'm five moons old, he finally realised. The tom grinned, proud that he was able to solve such a difficult problem. Or rather, able to solve a problem that was difficult in his mind. "Yes, I want to play mossball with you. Well actually I don't really mind what we play, I just want to play something," he responded cheerfully.
What? How did she know? He thought. The tom thought his plan was very smart, and unique. The logic in it wasn't very obvious, which meant no one could steal it. At least that's what he liked to believe. He had only asked to play with the kit and that had nothing to do with becoming an apprentice. A warrior probably wouldn't see any logic in it unless he explained it out. This kit could read minds. That was the only possible explanation. Nettlekit narrowed his eyes suspiciously at Sycamorekit, he couldn't say anything about it though. He wouldn't want to be wrong "No, I'm sorry, I don't see why you would think that," he continued, putting on a fake polite smile. It was very convincing. He didn't want to seem desperate. Obviously she can read minds, that's why. Nettlekit wouldn't say he was obsessed with becoming an apprentice. That wasn't the right word for it. But rather, he would say that he was interested in becoming an apprentice.
[Kinda short ^^’ it's late but I'm trying to get a post in before I sleep]
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Sycamorekit stammered,” I...umm...Well...yes...sir...we can...umm...like...play...mossball...like...you know...together.” She sighed why couldn’t I just say, we can play mossball together....maybe one day I’ll not be a coward with talking. She nervously flicked her tail scared that he would be a rough kit who would tackle her while playing mossball.
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