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Bushykit honestly had no idea what to do. He was bored. Very bored. He wanted to sleep, but also eat. He wanted to play with someone yet also not, if that could make sense. The little russian blue let out a huff, rolling onto his back and wriggling around. Bored, bored bored. What. To. Do. Maybe he could find his siblings to annoy them? Where were they? Maybe they were eating ... not fair! The little tom wanted to eat too. Everything was dark, though, He couldn't see. That was his problem. He also couln't hear because his left ear was deaf. The only thing on the young feline's mind right now other than his siblings was the intoxicating and delicious scent of food. Food. Hungry. Mouse. Rabbit. Fish. Frog. Frog. Bug. Mud. Rolling. Dirty. Water. Ew. Riverclan. Swimming. Ew. Riv- Bushykit stopped himself going into the endless cycle of ew, riverclan and swimming thoughts. His brain was weird. He could admit that. Hungry. Food. Frog. Frog. Frog. Frog!