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Originally Posted by Lilacquartz
Quailfur gave a small etch with her muzzle, this kit truly has no manners! Biting down on a moss-ball like that, with all that slobber as well. She blinked, seeing a conspicuous smile from the kit. Her heart fluttered with softness seeing the kit give her a gleeful smile. Alarms ringed in her head that this kit here was trying to do something sly. But she just couldn't put her paw on it, letting the kit draw her in with his milky sweet aura.
She purred giving a sharp-cornered smile, with Mottlekit grieving for his adopted mother who has went missing from the clan. She tried to recall the queens name, but it seemed to be so long ago that even her brain started to feel fuzzy. She mrrwed through a shaking pelt. Curling her tail around the kits body, feeling the warmth emerge from his pelt. "Well then, to keep your mind in a happy mood. Why don't we play a small fetch of moss-ball for the time being? I'm sure that would help you for the better Mottlekit?" She grinned, grabbing the salivated ball from his white paws.
She bit her bottom lip, attempting to wipe off the saliva from the ball. Moss naturally sucks up things like honey and water. And that was exactly what has happened to this ball. Her whiskers quivered as she forced herself to play with him in order to gain his approval of her. "Well then. Let's start this game shall we?" She was ready to toss the ball in her maw, curving her tail to let Mottlekit know to back away a few paw-steps.
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He saw the queens paws slowly but surely take his puny moss-ball away. His paw was too slow as he tried to swat the queens paw away. He completely forgot that he was trying to make her his henchman! If his plan were to fail now what would he do.. He sneakily peeked at the clan to see if she noticed his sudden aggression. He let out a sigh of relief, spluttering into a puddle. He raised himself from his place to hear that they were going to play a game of catching moss-ball? He clicked his tongue. He felt a bit annoyed, If I have to do this in order to gain her place by my side.. then so be it! Honestly for him, a game of moss-ball was one of the worst games he's ever ever!!! played. He hated how much they had to run around in order to get the ball in their grasp. And all that tumbling with dirty pelts! urgghh!! His brow twitched with irritation just at the thought of that.
He would rather play by himself in his own little bubble without anyone bothering his little escape space. He glanced towards Quailfur, silently begging in his mind to make sure she read his mind right. If she could read minds. He puckered his lips, pouting softly. If this is what I have to do.. He sighed. He raised his shoulders to look more confident, his tail slapping his sides like a heaving slobbery excited dog. "Let's play! I'm ready to rumble." He stood from his place, following Quailfurs specific instructions. Backing away, eyeing the moss-ball like a true wild cat.
Was he going to fail? Of course not. This would be the grandest, most awesomest, he's the awesome one here. Just look at all these cats watching me to the big finale! His eyes sparkled with just the thought of jumping, catching the ball in one leap, and doing a big spin in the air, landing on his paws!! Touch-downnn!!! His paws were shaking, as if he were rumbling the ground with super ultra drill paws that dig into cement.
[ would it be okay if mottlekit saw quailfur as a mother? he gets attached easily. ]